radicalducati Chapter 141 Recognition
Chapter 141 Recognition
Meanwhile, on the Infinite Train, a completely different and absurd scene is unfolding in the dreams of the other passengers.
Lower Moon Two stared coldly at Zenitsu, who had been steadily blocked by his giant scissors, and the chilling aura around him suddenly surged.
Without uttering a single word, his other arm expanded wildly at a visible speed, its muscles bulging and veins jutting out, transforming into a giant arm far exceeding the proportions of an ordinary person.
To ordinary people, such a hideous and terrifying demonic form is enough to terrify them.
But Zenitsu in front of him showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he seemed to be completely enraged, his expression becoming increasingly manic and violent, exuding a reckless madness.
"Ha! You really are an extremely ugly monster! I knew it, it was you who wanted to steal Princess Nezuko away from me!"
Zenitsu immediately withdrew the giant scissors from his hand, stomped his feet heavily on the air, and his expression was exaggeratedly distorted.
He pointed his finger at Lower Moon Two's nose, shouting angrily, his voice echoing back and forth in the empty darkness, sounding particularly comical.
Upon hearing this, Lower Moon Two's originally cold and violent face instantly froze, and the entire demon fell into a daze.
Those scarlet pupils, etched with the lines of a waning crescent moon, contracted slightly, filled with bewilderment and confusion.
【Nei...Nei Douzi Princess? Who is Nei Douzi?】
He stared blankly at the hysterical blond boy in front of him, then subconsciously looked around at the dark, empty dreamscape.
Apart from him and Zenitsu, the place was completely empty, without even a trace of extra presence, let alone any so-called "Princess Nezuko".
Lower Moon Two was stunned for a long time, racking his brains but still couldn't figure out when he had provoked such a person, or when he had said he wanted to take someone away.
[What on earth is this guy spouting? Could he be... a complete idiot?]
An absurd yet perfectly reasonable thought instantly took shape in Lower Moon Two's mind.
He looked Zenitsu up and down, observing the other man's exaggerated and unrealistic expression, his illogical shouting, and the inexplicably giant scissors in his hand. The more he looked, the more he felt that the person in front of him was a mentally unstable madman.
His tense fighting stance unconsciously relaxed, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Zenitsu changed from the initial cold killing intent to undisguised contempt and disdain.
In his view, a fool who couldn't even distinguish friend from foe and could only shout "princess" at thin air was not worthy of him using his full strength.
He was nothing more than an ant that could be crushed with a flick of the wrist, not even worthy of being seriously dealt with.
Lower Moon Two slowly retracted its swollen giant arm, the coldness on its face fading.
Instead, there was a kind of languidness as if watching a fool, even the leisure to stroll through this dark void, watching Zenitsu continue his madness with great interest.
"It's ridiculous. He's spouting nonsense and doesn't even know where he is, yet he dares to yell at me."
He chuckled softly, his tone full of sarcasm.
"I thought Nightmare was going to have me deal with some amazing demon hunter, but it turns out he's just a fool who can't even recognize a demon. What a waste of my time."
He slowly raised his hand, his thick arm radiating a strong ghostly aura, intending to finish off this noisy fellow with a casual strike.
"Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish. A fool like you, no one will care if you die."
Instead of backing down, Zenitsu let out an excited roar.
He abruptly pulled back the scissors that had been clamped, and stomped his feet hard on the empty ground.
The previously chaotic breathing suddenly became regular and rapid at this moment.
A yellow flash exploded in the darkness, like a real thunderclap.
Zenitsu was instantly enveloped in dazzling golden arcs of electricity, and the crackling current flowed down his arm and into the giant pair of scissors.
With the blessing of the dream, he did not need to overcome the limits of his body, and the explosive power of Thunder Breathing was pushed to the extreme.
Lower Moon Two's pupils contracted sharply, and just as a sense of foreboding rose in his heart, the blond-haired boy in front of him had already disappeared.
Only a single, extremely bright yellow lightning bolt drew a straight line through the void.
"Pfft—!"
With a crisp metallic cutting sound and a muffled thud as flesh and bone separated, the massive arm, which had swelled to its limit, was cleanly and neatly severed by Zenitsu's lightning scissors, as if cutting paper.
The severed demon arm dissipated into black smoke, while Lower Moon Two stood frozen in place, his crimson eyes filled with disbelief, confusion, and excruciating pain.
"Ah—! My arm!"
Lower Moon Two let out a piercing scream, only then realizing that the madman spouting nonsense before him was not a fool at all, but a Demon Slayer Corps swordsman with terrifying strength.
He clutched his severed arm, a chilling ghostly aura surging wildly, his gaze towards Zenitsu filled with resentment and murderous intent.
"You bastard... I'll tear you to pieces!"
However, Zenitsu gave him no chance to catch his breath at this moment.
With absolute control over his body in the dream, he swayed.
He unleashed Thunder Flash once more, instantly appearing in front of Lower Moon Two.
The blade of the giant scissors gleamed with cold lightning, pressed firmly against Lower Moon Two's neck. With just a little more force, it would sever his head.
The outcome was decided at this moment.
Zenitsu, panting heavily, looked down at the demon he had subdued with a manic smugness on his face and shouted loudly.
"How about that? Scared now! If you dare to lay a finger on Princess Midouzi again, I'll cut you into pieces!"
A chill ran down Lower Moon Two's neck, and he dared not make a move. He could only stare intently at the boy in front of him, his heart filled with frustration and confusion.
Just then, Zenitsu leaned down slightly to get a better look at the "monster's" terrified expression and met Lower Moon Two's eyes.
That glance was like a thunderclap.
Zenitsu's maniacal smile froze instantly.
He could clearly see that in the pupils of the demon before him were two crystal-clear black characters—Lower Moon Two.
That is the unique mark of the Twelve Demon Moons, a symbol of fear etched deep into the souls of the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen.
"Xia...Xiaxian?"
Zenitsu's voice began to tremble, and his fingers, which had been gripping the scissors tightly, suddenly went limp.
The fervent filter of dreams woven in my mind shattered the moment I saw those two words.
Countless repressed memories flooded his mind like a tidal wave.
It wasn't some monster that snatched the princess, nor was it some duel in the dark.
He remembered protecting the passengers on the Mugen Train, just as Mizuko had instructed.
But for some reason, I suddenly... suddenly appeared here.
This isn't some battlefield to protect Nezuko; this is the spiritual world of the Mugen Train.
What lay before him were the real, man-eating Twelve Demon Moons!
Zenitsu stiffly turned his neck and looked around.
It was still an endless expanse of darkness, with no warm castle in sight.
There was no Mizuko to protect, only the cold, lifeless void, and the ridiculously large pair of scissors in his hand.
The blessing from the dream has completely disappeared.
"A ghost...a ghost—!!!"
A heart-wrenching scream suddenly erupted from Zenitsu's throat, so sharp it almost pierced eardrums.
He abruptly released the scissors in his hand, and the weapon that had just severed the ghost's arm vanished into thin air.
Zenitsu clutched his head, his body trembling violently. His vision went black, and his heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest.
Under this extreme fear and mental shock, his eyes rolled back, his legs went weak, and he fell straight backward.