[Seiji's POV]
I have achieved the pinnacle of swordsmanship. To the point where a blade was part of my soul rather than an extension of my body or a weapon.
I have mastered every Breathing Style, a feat that would take others multiple lifetis to achieve. The source of all styles, Sun Breathing, the five major styles of Water, Earth, Fire, Wind and Thunder, including all their variations like Mist Breathing, Serpent Breathing, Flower Breathing, Insect Breathing. I know them all.
I have perfected the art of violence. Attack was a pattern I knew like the back of my hand and defense was the blink of an eye.
Blessed with the greatest pair of eyes in the world, fighting was a conversation, battle a debate. The weight of techniques was the sa as a word to , others honed for years and I spoke in seconds.
There was no doubt, I was strong.
Stronger the many, stronger than most. I was called the strongest.
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But I was not enough.
I was a mountain that never reached the sky. When it mattered most, I fell short.
All my hard work, all my talents and genius, it was never enough. For I was fighting sothing beyond humanity. I hated sothing so much bigger than myself.
My fight against Kokushibo replayed in my mind again and again like a broken videotape. My eyes captured every detail and my perfect mory rembered everything. So it was like I was witnessing the fight in real-ti.
Ten tis, a hundred tis, a thousand tis, a hundred thousand tis. I watched how the Upper Moon One outclassed in every aspect of combat.
How, if I was so perfect and mastered so many techniques, could soone beat ?
The answer was simple. Perfection was outclassed by a bigger perfection.
Indeed the swing of my human hand was perfect, but that yielded against the perfect swing of a demonic hand.
My spatial awareness with two eyes was perfect, but I was short-sighted compared to the perfect spatial awareness of six eyes and two ears.
It was just a matter of what we were. I was a human while he was a demon. And demons were superior to humans when it ca to combat. A perfect human did not stand a chance against a perfect demon and that was that.
I was a man who stood on a mountain with despair. Not because I was so low but because I was already at the top and yet my goal was still out of reach. I despaired not because I fell but because there was no way to climb higher.
If I were to be born with another unique talent beyond just my eyes, perhaps if I had Mitsuri's muscles, Gyoi's physique, Zenitsu's nerves, Insokue's instincts, etc along with my eyes, maybe I could be stronger than demons.
But this was the limit. I knew. I could sharpen my skills more and beca more fluid in using my own weapons and talents but I would no longer be better.
The best version of would only be as strong as Yuriichi since I was following in his footsteps. But that was not enough.
I did not give up though, because I had a solution.
If this was the top of the mountain, then I would just have to climb a taller mountain altogether. Perhaps then I would reach my goal.
No longer following the footsteps of a legend that died centuries ago. I would pave my own path and walk it. I would have to attain power unlike what this world had seen.
I would do all that just to slaughter every single one of their kind.
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"Seiji," the movent of her supple lips brought back to reality, "Focus on , will you?"
I leaned down to kiss those lips, they were like flower petals. I pulled back and I took in the sight of her face, Kanae.
"What are you thinking Seiji? You haven't been the sa ever since you ca back that night, would you tell what happened?" she begged, her face looked needed.
"Tell anything,"
I loved sharing my victory but I preferred bearing my defeat alone. It was what I've done for many years now. But for her, I tell everything.
"I lost Kanae, to a demon," I said, "Again,"
She stayed silent, her eyes were as beautiful as the first ti I saw her but they no longer had light as she stared at empty space. She stayed silent for a while.
"Was it an Upper Moon?"
"Kokushibo," I answered.
She shook. She knew exactly who that traitor was, I had inford them about all the Upper Moons a long ti ago.
After she heard my answer, she no longer said anything. At least not in front of my eyes.
We were sitting in the living room. The sun was in the middle of the sky, my eyes widely caught the activities of the mansion. I also saw Shinobu and Lady Tamayo inside their research room, working tirelessly together. Combining their genius against a common enemy.
Mitsuri was a little further from us, a bowl of food in her hand. She would take a peek at us occasionally, but otherwise, she gave us ti. Kanae was right, I have been acting weird since I returned.
Mitsuri did not know what to do so she left it to the older woman to fix again. She was just sitting there, witnessing what was happening and hoping Kanae would sohow fix like a broken clock.
I smiled.
It's been almost a week now. My wounds were not severe, a humiliating fact was that Kokushibo never really took the fight seriously so my vitals remained safe.
"I've co to a decision," I said, catching both the attention of Kanae and Mitsuri as they perked up in my direction.
"I'm sorry Kanae," I said and bowed to her, "I'm sorry Mitsuri," I did the sa to her too.
"I will be gone for a while,"
"You are going to another mission already?" Kanae asked with a small frown.
"No, this one is different. I will be leaving to do sothing more personal," I said.
"Well, when will you return?" Misturi asked timidly from the side.
"That's the thing, I don't know. Maybe years,"
"YEARS!!!" This ti they both gasped loudly.
"Clam down please-"
"No! How can we be calm? What do you need to do that requires you to be gone for a year?" they asked.
"That's the thing, I am not sure what I will be doing either. I only know that I will be trying, there will be a lot of trying and when I co back ho...."
"I will never lose again,"
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