One second? Or two seconds? No, this slash didn't even take half a second to tear apart everything in front of Jiguo Yuanyi. There is no escape. Because in this short period of less than half a second, she couldn't move her feet at all. Unstoppable. Because this slash has already reached the divine realm, any life form will be cut in half by this blow. The only way is to face it head on——! Immerse your whole body and mind in the sword in your hand. Don't think about how to resist. Don't predict where the opponent will attack.

Don't use the unique skills you have learned. The concept of emptiness is nothingness. Even the thoughtlessness can be cut off. Dedicate everything to the sword! The traces of all things can be found, and all the different paths lead to the same destination: this land. The shape of the mind can be changed, and it can be whatever you want, this is water. The momentum of battle can all be moved, shaking mountains and uprooting trees, this is fire. The innovations of all schools can be learned, and the strengths of all schools are the trend. The way of nature can be understood, and the state of freedom is emptiness. Get rid of redundancy, get rid of weight, get rid of speed, and know yourself. "Four swords, one heart, write five rounds--" "This sword is my way of the sky, my life! The impulse of the sword is here--!" The sword was swung out gently—— In an instant, it seemed as if the heaven and earth were divided into two. "boom--!" Just at the moment when Miyamoto Musashi drew his sword, a deafening roar resounded through the sky. At that moment, everyone saw On a street somewhere, a dazzling beam of light with a diameter of ten meters suddenly shot out. It stayed in the space for only less than a second before it shook the atmosphere, rubbed the space, and stirred up layers of violent waves. At the same time, a huge dead baby was ruthlessly pierced through. The sun's rays instantly illuminated the entire town.

When the breeze blows, the scarlet moon disappears. On the ruins, Miyamoto Musashi and Tsugukuni Yoriichi had swapped positions, with their backs to each other, both maintaining a slashing posture with their heads lowered, and neither could see the other's expression. Quiet. Deathly silence. At this moment, both sides seemed to be waiting for something, and no one spoke first. "Pa-ta-!" There was a sound of liquid dripping from Miyamoto Musashi's body. That was the noise caused by the blood spilling. In front of Miyamoto Musashi, there was a hideous wound from his face to his feet, with blood flowing out, staining his already blood-stained clothes red. "Crack——!" The sword in his hand made a cracking sound, and cracks appeared on it one after another. "Did I lose?" Severe pain attacked Miyamoto Musashi's mind. At this moment, she could no longer remember when she swung the knife, or whether the knife hit the opponent. Her face was extremely pale, and her breathing was disordered and became rapid. The breath of life was dissipating at an incredibly terrifying speed. His only remaining eye could not help but close, and his consciousness began to blur. She didn't even have the strength to gasp in pain, as a pool of blood had already spread out beneath her. "I'm sorry, Grandpa, I lost--!" The next second, he fell forward heavily. And at the last moment before she lost consciousness, she only felt as if she had bumped into an extremely warm chest. "No, you win!" Soft words came from in front of Miyamoto Musashi. At some point, Emiya Shirou had appeared in front of her and caught her steadily. She lay on Emiya Shirou's chest as if she was fast asleep. Immediately, Shirou Emiya raised his eyes slightly, and in front of him, Tsugikoku Yoshiichi had already fallen to the ground, with countless golden light particles all over his body. All his bad karma, past karma, curses, and misfortunes were cut off by this sword of Miyamoto Musashi. Chapter 893: After the War The sky gradually brightened up, as if it was coming late. In the town as daylight fell, soldiers kept throwing down their weapons and roaring hysterically. This desperate war came to an end. They won the final victory.

The residents hiding underground endured unprecedented suffering and came out of the underground shelters in groups. With tears in their eyes, they looked at the ruined scene around them. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere. Countless pieces of debris were flying everywhere, carried by the howling wind. The entire town has lost the orderliness it had when Emiya Shirou first arrived here, and has fallen into its current state. But at this moment, no one felt lost because of the dilapidated city. All they had was fantasy about an unpredictable future. "It's finally over—" Looking at the excited people in front of him, Shirou Emiya, who was walking with Miyamoto Musashi in his arms, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Now, all the people fighting outside have gathered here, and they also breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the cheering people in front of them. "Finally, it's finally over!!!" Looking at everything in front of him, Zenitsu couldn't help but burst into tears. "As a man, can you please stop crying so easily!!!" Inosuke couldn't help but kick Zenitsu. To be honest, he was also very excited inside. "Be careful Tanjiro!!!" Zenitsu quickly dodged and immediately spoke out to remind him. Although his injuries recovered, Tanjiro fell into a coma due to excessive consumption, and no one woke him up immediately. At this moment, the same thing happened to other people who saw the scene in front of them. Even if they didn't say anything, their constantly trembling pupils showed their current emotions. "elder brother--!!!" At this moment, a girl with long hair, wearing a pink kimono, a black haori, and a bun on top, squeezed out of the crowd anxiously and rushed towards them. "What happened to my brother!?" The girl's eyes were filled with anxiety as she stared at Tanjiro behind Inosuke, afraid to hear them say that he would never wake up again. "Don't worry, Nezuko. Tanjiro is just in a coma. He should wake up soon. Let him sleep for a while!" Agatsuma Zenitsu immediately stood up with his back turned and replied to Nezuko very seriously. Of course he understood Nezuko's anxious mood, and would not joke about Tanjiro's question at this time. But he is not sure. Agatsuma Zenitsu said this just to reassure Nezuko. To find out what the real situation is, a doctor must be consulted. Shirou Emiya could only say that there should be no problem, because he sensed that there was still magic power flowing in Tanjiro's body, and since the magic power could flow normally, there shouldn't be any big problems. "Master Emiya, thank you very much for your help. If you hadn't appeared, I'm afraid that humans would really be ruled by those evil spirits--"

At some point, a young man wearing the Demon Slayer Corps uniform and a pure white haori over the uniform came to Shirou Emiya in the crowd. “My Lord——!” Agatsuma Zenitsu couldn't help but exclaim at this moment. He is the new head of the Demon Slayer Corps, the son of the previous head, Ubuyashiki Yoshiya, and his successor, Ubuyashiki Teriyachi. Ubuyashiki Teriyaki did not step into the battlefield. While in the town, he was always learning from Minamoto no Raikou and was also responsible for handling the town's internal affairs. At the moment of the decisive battle, the organized crowd went to the underground shelter in an orderly manner. "It's okay. This is what I should do. After all, I am also a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, right?" Emiya Shirou also smiled slightly. Although he said so, in the other party's eyes, he should be the same as Minamoto no Raikou. Although he passed the final selection, the only people from the Demon Slayer Corps he actually knew were Inosuke, Zenitsu, and Tanjiro. I have never interacted with the members of the Demon Slayer Corps, so in his eyes, I am indeed an outsider. "My Lord, everything from now on is left to you—" On the side, Shinobu Kocho also dragged her tired body over here, looked at the ruined world around her, and spoke slowly. After the war, there are a lot of things that need to be dealt with. Whether it is the tidying up of the battlefield or the repairing of the city, it is a huge project. What's more, there are definitely more things that need to be dealt with than just these. Now this town, almost in ruins, needs a leader to bring it new life. Minamoto no Raikou must have considered this problem, which is why he always kept Ubuyashiki Teriyachi by his side and let him handle all matters big and small in the town. "I understand, but now, let them vent their emotions." Ubuyashiki Teriyachi calmly replied to Shinobu Kocho. This emotion that had been suppressed for a long time needed to be fully released. Even he himself could hardly hide the excitement in his pupils. "Where's Ms. Tamayo?" "After learning that Muzan had died, Miss Tamayo smiled and passed away at dawn." The one who answered this question was Shinobu Kocho. Even though she hated evil spirits so much, at this moment she couldn't help but admire Miss Tamayo. "Really? Maybe this is the best ending for her—" Ubuyashiki Teriya could not help but sigh. After all, Miss Tamayo was a doctor who had lived for hundreds of years. If she could stay, It will definitely save a lot of people. They couldn't rely on Shirou Emiya forever, and he knew in his heart that Shirou Emiya couldn't stay here. During this time, Shirou Emiya did not hide the fact that he belonged to another world. "Take a short break. I have asked people to clean up the house. This war is not over yet. We will need your help next."

Although Shirou Emiya used the power of the Noble Phantasm to heal all the injured, there were still many people like Miyamoto Musashi and Tanjiro who fell into a coma. So when leaving the underground shelter, Ubuyashiki Teriyachi did not come to thank Emiya Shirou first, but instead arranged for the people in the logistics department, who also looked extremely excited, to handle the aftermath. This included tidying up the battlefield, counting the remaining houses, recording the names of the heroes who had died, and that sort of thing. Although he is only 9 years old, he is already a qualified leader. "Hasn't Muzan been killed? Why isn't it over yet?!" After hearing what Ubuyashiki Teriyachi said, Inosuke couldn't help but ask questions.