[Seiji's POV}
'How long has this been going on?'
The tendrils were a blur of speed that my eyes could barely see. What had started with one had now beco six as they whipped at with neverending montum.
It was not just their speed either but also their random pattern that made it extrely difficult to see them. There was no system in the action action, each one moved like it had a mind of its own and I suppose that was true considering Muzan had five brains.
Having five brains ant more than just reducing his weakness. It also allowed him to process information at frightening speed and he was able to control each individual tendril without relying on instinct or muscle mory.
'It has not even been an hour yet it feels like forever,'
The onslaught was straightforward and intense. I always prided myself in my ability to excel in a face-on battle, maybe so might say that I had gotten arrogant. My eyes, my genius and my perfect training had never betrayed in this regard. If I were struggling with an opponent, it ant that they had tricky abilities or they were exploiting my weakness.
Never had an entity faced in my strongest front and dominated quite like the Demon King was doing.
'Maybe I should run now. I'm sure Tanjiro and his family are already safe,'
My thoughts were chopped up. I could barely find ti to think of one sentence now and then because he onslaught required all my focus and attention. I didn't have ti to co up with strategies, didn't have ti to ponder on a plan or even despair at the situation.
Every working part of my brain was focused on the flashing tendrils that were just a blur as I tried my best to stay alive.
It was the first ti my eyes had failed .
'I can't run. He is infinitely faster than . My only hope is to wait for the sunrise and that's,,,,hours away,'
I didn't even have ti to calculate the ti.
My arms numbed and the number of attacks I was able to block reduced. I was forced to move back - which proved to be difficult when I couldn't hear. And I dodged as many attacks as I could and stepped out of range from more.
On the other hand, Muzan was fully covered in Demon marks. He was naked but with the lack of private parts - like a titan. He looked absolutely calm as he strode forward with grace and elegance.
He looked like he was rely taking a stroll.
Four tendrils had popped out from his back, the origin and the tip of the tendril had a hard shell made of bones. They were bones sharper than any blade I had ever seen. Muzan also reshaped it every ti it was chipped so they remained like a razor.
And those razor ends shot at with the force and violence of soone swinging a Warhamr. Our clash produced bright sparks like fireworks. I was being pushed back, my feet sank to the ground with the force of each attack.
The difference in our overall power was clear. The gap was unfathomable to .
But not everything was hopeless because, with the ongoing battle, I believed I had grasped the essence of the Demon King.
I knew him now.
Clearer than I'd ever known him. Because you see, fighting was a conversation and he had told almost everything.
Muzan Kibutsuji was not a fighter in essence. I guess that was to be expected when you went from a sickly man to the strongest being in the world overnight. There was no skill or experience to be gained on that journey.
Only Yoriichi was the one who could challenge him and look how much that one instance traumatized him. This showed an imnse lack of determination and resolve to be considered a warrior. He had never trained before in his life and that was also why he leaned on to using all his brain to control his tendrils, doing things manually.
In warrior terms, Muzan was a baby with the power of a nuclear reactor.
I learned his nature through the battle. He was completely dominating and yet he never made the effort to end the battle. Instead, he revelled on the superior might he had over . It was like I reminded him of soone and he was doing this, enjoying the act of dominating to soothe a wound from long ago.
And yet even with all the power he had over , he was always far away. It was why I could move out of range from his tendrils. Even with all the power he had over , he was scared deep down. It was not caution because people do sothing if they are cautious. He did nothing except prepare himself to run.
I noticed his habit of not moving his right arm while he swung his left when he walked. All of his hearts seed identical to but from the way he was protecting his right side, I deduced that those were vital than the rest.
His seven hearts beat together in synch which gave him explosive burst of power. But the flow of blood from that allowed to predict which part of his body he was going to move next to a certain degree.
His body was perfection. I could not see any weakness or flaws even when he changed his flesh to suit him in battle. But that perfection made it obvious - the flaw in his fighting style. It was like watching a shit driver on a sports car.
The tendrils were his safe ans of attack. Each of them seed to have a mind of their own as they moved manually and not on previous training so that made it hard to predict them. With six of them, that was almost more than a million combinations of attacks so morizing them was out of the question.
What I did notice though was they were not working as one entity. That ant sotis three tendrils attacked all at once, sotis none at all. Those create openings. So it was giving openings in exchange for unpredictability.
Unlike what others think, perfection in a fight is predictable. So his unpredictability was due to how far he was from being perfect.
He was perfect in all but body. A golden goblet with urine.
I also took note of the fact that he never aid for my sword. He always went after the part of my body that was furthest from where my sword covered. He was limiting himself to his area of attack by doing that. But I suppose that was just a by-product of each tendril being controlled individually by a brain.
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Endless amounts of information brew in my head, making my head throb in pain. I had never focused so hard on a fight before and I was glad that I had no one to protect or think about.
The only problem was that I never got the chance to return the attack. I was given no chance to utilize the information I had.
Fight was more than just raw power so I had a chance no matter the gap. He might overwhelm in power but I did the sa to him in terms of skill.
If fighting was a debate, then Muzan was talking with no ti limit. I did not have ti to rebut as he talked endlessly. His turn was forever.
What I needed was a mont of respite. I needed even just a few milliseconds of ti to think of a plan. I needed a set of movents that was other than defending.
I needed an ally who could divert Muzan's attention from so that I may have a chance.
'Had Raven found a Hashira? I sent her out way before Muzan ca upon us so help should co soon, right?'
But until then, I could do nothing but try to survive the onslaught.
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Author : Double Chapter
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