Becoming Enkidu in DxD-Chapter 339: In the Blink of an Eye, Four Lower Ranks Fall!

Three Lower Rank demons attacked Yukinoshita Akira at the same time.

But in the very next second, they realized something—

Akira hadn't been hypnotized at all.

His gaze remained cold and calm as he looked at them.

And one of his hands was already resting on the hilt of his Nichirin Blade.

"Thunder Breathing · First Form · Thunderclap and Flash · Quadruple!"

"BOOM—"

Lightning exploded around Akira's body, accompanied by a roaring crash of thunder.

Like a bolt of lightning tearing through the air, Akira's figure vanished from where he stood. All that remained were streaks of electric light and a terrifying pressure from his blade.

"Puff—Puff—Puff—Puff—"

Lightning flickered. Blood sprayed in every direction.

In the blink of an eye, the battle was already over.

"Ho—w—i—is—th—i—s—po—ss—i—ble—"

They couldn't believe it.

After gaining more blood and more power, they had been killed this easily?

"Lo—rd—Mu—zan—"

In the final moments of his life, Enmu still muttered the name Muzan Kibutsuji.

He believed in Muzan with fanatical devotion, treating him as everything—like a brainwashed worshiper.

"Clack—"

The blade slid back into its sheath as Akira landed on the ground.

Behind him, four Lower Ranks had been beheaded.

Four severed heads spun through the air, while their bodies collapsed onto the ground—dead on the spot.

[Ding]

[Obtained 3% template inheritance rate!]

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[Obtained 3% template inheritance rate!]

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[Obtained 3% template inheritance rate!]

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[Obtained 3% template inheritance rate!]

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[Congratulations to Host, Ability · Swordsmanship has broken through its limit and evolved into Ability · Sword Master!]

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[Congratulations to Host, Ability · Sword Master has broken through its limit and evolved into Ability · Sword Intent!]

[Sword Master: The path of the blade, Master-level realm!]

[Sword Intent: The pinnacle of the sword path, a transcendent-level will!]

[Name: Yukinoshita Akira]

[Identity: Visitor from Another World]

[Template Inheritance: Tsugikuni Yoriichi (80.5%)] 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

[Breathing Styles: Sun Breathing, Water Breathing, Thunder Breathing, Flame Breathing, Stone Breathing, Wind Breathing]

[Talents: Mark, Swordmastery Divine Path, Sword Heart]

[Abilities: Sword Intent MAX · LV12, Transparent World, Red Blade]

[Equipment: Nichirin Blade *5, Murata Blade]

[Item: Phoenix's Tears *1]

Akira could only stand there, stunned.

One ability had broken past MAX—and even leaped two stages in a row.

Swordsmanship evolved into Sword Master, and then Sword Master evolved into Sword Intent.

Three Lower Ranks had directly gifted him a 12% increase in inheritance rate—almost matching the results of his grueling three days of nonstop hunting.

The other demons around them, seeing four Lower Ranks die instantly, were terrified out of their minds.

"Thunder Breathing · Fourth Form · Distant Thunder!"

The roar of thunder rang out again—

But this time, it didn't come from Akira.

It came from a purple-haired female swordswoman.

Over the past few days, Akira wasn't the only one hunting demons.

Seeing blood was a required lesson for swordsmen.

Because of that, including Busujima Saeko, all the inheritors of the Breathing Styles had joined the battlefield.

"Water Breathing · Third Form · Flowing Dance!"

A figure moved like flowing water, darting through splashes and currents. One demon after another was cleanly beheaded.

"Flame Breathing · First Form · Unknowing Fire!"

"BOOM—"

Flames erupted and swallowed the demons whole. In the darkness of the night, that light burned dazzlingly bright.

Busujima Saeko.

Yukinoshita Yukino.

Yukinoshita Haruno.

Now, they could truly be considered proper Demon Slayer swordsmen.

It was hard to believe that in such a short time, they had grown this far.

If this were the world of Demon Slayer, they would already be called top-class geniuses.

On the same level as Tokito Muichiro—the prodigy who became a Pillar just two months after picking up a sword.

Even if they hadn't reached the level of a Pillar yet, it was only a matter of time.

Perhaps this was what people called "protagonist luck"—

Ten years of hard training couldn't compare to a single "cheat."

"Why did you all come here?"

Akira looked at Yukinoshita Haruno and asked.

After all, she was the only woman here who had truly become his wife.

"Because the demons around here have already been cleared out, so we came over."

After Mrs. Yukinoshita's "push," the two sisters had stepped onto the stairs of adulthood.

Now, Yukinoshita Haruno was beginning to show changes that resembled her mother.

Her old, teasing, playful nature had started to hold itself back—as if she had entered the role of a "married woman."

"Akira-kun, the number of demons in Chiba has been increasing a lot lately. Even killing them every day, it still feels like they never run out."

Busujima Saeko also walked over.

The Nichirin Blade in her hand—and even her clothes—were still stained with blood.

As a swordswoman with a naturally bloodthirsty instinct, being able to cut down prey with a real blade felt like a gift from the heavens.

And without realizing it, she had begun to enjoy it.

"The Blood-Soaked Shura Princess."

That was the perfect description of her current state.

"It looks like Chiba has become the gathering place for demons now. Muzan Kibutsuji is calling all of them in. If nothing goes wrong, he's preparing for the final battle."

"The final battle?"

Hearing those words, the expressions of all three women instantly turned serious.

To face a being that had lived for thousands of years in a final confrontation—

And the only true high-level combatant on their side was Akira.

Even though three Upper Ranks had already been killed, there were still three left—

Upper Rank One, Upper Rank Two, and Upper Rank Five.

Every single one of them, without exception, was an extremely powerful demon.

Not to mention the most mysterious and most terrifying one of all—

Muzan Kibutsuji himself.

"Alright. Leave this to me."

Akira had no intention of dragging them any deeper into this.

He had taught them the Breathing Styles only so they would have the power to protect themselves.

As for killing Muzan Kibutsuji—

That was Akira's own battle.

And now, with his inheritance rate at 80%, Akira had a strong feeling that he could already kill Muzan Kibutsuji.

It was a strange feeling.

There was no basis for it.

He hadn't even truly seen Muzan's full strength yet.

And yet, it was an almost instinctive sense telling him so.

And Akira chose to trust it.

Besides—

He still had his "final insurance."

Even if he failed, he still had a last card.

The moment he released the limiter on his power, Akira would instantly rise to the absolute peak of this world.

Not just one Muzan Kibutsuji—

Even ten, even a hundred of them—

Would no longer be a threat.

"Akira~"

"Trust me. I won't gamble with my life. Besides… I'm not even pregnant yet. I'm not going to die."

"You really have no shame, saying something like that here."

Yukinoshita Haruno's face instantly flushed red.

Beside her, Yukinoshita Yukino's gaze dimmed slightly.

As for Busujima Saeko—

Her expression didn't change at all.

Because she had already prepared herself mentally a long time ago.

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