FWF Chapter 83 Finding the Source
Chapter 83 Finding the Source
On the other side, Mi Douzi sheathed her knife, turned around, and kept walking, following the hair-thin threads as she hurried along, her heart filled with anxiety.
She must find the demon that controls the threads as soon as possible, otherwise who knows how many more Demon Slayer Corps comrades will become puppets and be manipulated at will.
The silk threads shimmered with a faint luster, crisscrossing through the forest like a giant net, guiding Mi Douzi deeper and deeper into the heart of the mountains.
The mountain path was rugged, and the forest was eerily quiet, with only the sound of Mi Douzi's hurried footsteps and the soft rustling of leaves in the wind.
But they hadn't gone far when the bushes ahead suddenly swayed, and several figures blocked their path—the Demon Slayer Corps members being controlled by the threads.
These people were different from the team members they had just rescued.
They were already lifeless, their faces ashen, their wounds still stained with black blood, and their limbs tightly bound with silk threads.
He stood stiffly like a marionette, his Nichirin Blade gleaming coldly, pointing directly at Mizuko.
Mizuko paused, her gaze turning serious as she gripped the Nichirin Blade tightly.
She could clearly sense that these team members had long since lost their vital signs and were now merely shells controlled by the threads.
"I'm sorry, everyone."
Mi Douzi murmured softly, his tone heavy, but without the slightest hint of backing down.
She must break through to stop the evil spirits behind the scenes and bring peace to her fallen comrades.
As soon as he finished speaking, the dead team members started to move.
The threads pulled at their limbs, their movements stiff yet swift, as they swung their Nichirin Blades at Nezuko.
The sound of blades slicing through the air rang out one after another, and countless blade shadows enveloped Mizuko, leaving her with no way to avoid them.
Mi Douzi took a deep breath, quickly adjusted her breathing, and her eyes instantly sharpened.
"Water Breathing, Third Form: Flowing Dance!"
Mi Douzi uttered a soft cry, her figure as agile as a stream, weaving through the shadows of the blades.
The Nichirin Blade traced a smooth arc, precisely dodging each attack, while simultaneously slashing accurately at the threads wrapped around the team member's body.
Her movements were light and swift, her feet constantly changing position to avoid attacks while trying not to harm the bodies of her teammates, targeting only the silk threads that controlled them.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The crisp sound of the blade slicing through the silk threads rang out one after another. The bodies of the team members whose threads were severed instantly lost their support and fell heavily to the ground, where they remained motionless.
Midouzi kept moving, and just as she dealt with the few people in front of her, more puppet team members surged in from behind. The threads pulled them, surrounding her from all directions and completely blocking Midouzi's escape route.
These puppets are tireless and painless, only relentlessly swinging their swords in attacks. Their moves are chaotic yet dense, each strike carrying a resolute and ruthless force.
Mizuko dared not slacken in the slightest, unleashing a series of Water Breathing techniques as she darted through the forest, constantly severing the threads binding her teammates.
"Water Breathing - Second Form - Waterwheel!"
Mizuko leaped into the air, spinning as she swung her Nichirin Blade, using the momentum to sweep it out. A ring of silk threads snapped instantly, and the puppets surrounding her collapsed to the ground.
But as soon as she landed, two more puppets rushed at her from the side, their Nichirin Blades slashing fiercely at her shoulders with astonishing speed.
Mi Douzi dodged to the side, the blade grazing her sleeve and nearly injuring her.
She swung her knife in the backhand, severing the silk threads binding the two puppets. Then she quickly stepped forward, gently laid the fallen team member's body flat, and whispered.
Rest in peace.
There was no time for Mi Douzi to linger; more puppet team members poured out of the forest, silk threads wrapped around them, extending into the depths of the distant dense forest.
As Mizuko watched the endless stream of puppets appear, her anxiety grew.
The source of the threads must be just ahead, but these puppets keep coming in endlessly; consuming them at this rate will only waste more time.
She gripped her Nichirin Blade tightly, her eyes growing increasingly resolute. She quickened her pace, no longer focusing solely on defense and evasion, but instead charging headlong into the group of puppets.
He became increasingly skilled in the Water Breathing technique, his blades moving with precision and sharpness.
Each cut precisely severs the silk thread; the movements are swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.
A puppet swung a knife at her head, but Midouzi ducked to avoid it. At the same time, the blade sliced across the puppet's waist, snapping the threads, and the puppet fell to the ground.
Another puppet took the opportunity to attack from the side, but Nezuko twisted her wrist and used her blade to parry the opponent's Nichirin Blade.
He then swiftly cut the silk thread with his backhand, the entire movement flowing smoothly and seamlessly.
The battle in the forest intensified, and more and more team members lay dead on the ground. Midouzi's sleeve was torn, and several shallow wounds appeared on her arm.
But she was completely unaware, with only one thought in her mind.
[Reach the end of the silken thread as quickly as possible and slay the evil spirit that controls everything.]
Having slain countless puppets, Midouzi was covered in dust, and her breathing became increasingly rapid, yet she still did not stop.
The threads grew denser, and the puppets in the forest became stronger.
Several team members were quite skilled in life, and even as puppets, their moves remained sharp, causing considerable trouble for Midouzi.
One of the puppet members wielded his sword swiftly and with tricky moves, unleashing a series of Nichirin Blades that forced Mizuko to retreat repeatedly.
Midouzi focused intently on the opponent's movements, and dodged to the side the instant the opponent's blade came slashing down.
At the same time, seizing the opening, the blade precisely wrapped around the silk threads on the opponent's body, and then slashed hard.
"Clang!"
The threads snapped, and the puppet froze instantly before collapsing heavily to the ground.
Mi Douzi took a breath and was about to take a step when she noticed that the silk threads in front of her had gathered into a bundle and were extending towards the deepest part of the forest, where the atmosphere was becoming increasingly cold and chilling.
Midouzi's eyes narrowed, knowing that he was getting closer and closer to his goal.
She adjusted the Nichirin Blade in her hand, and ignoring her exhaustion, she quickly followed the thickest strand of silk.
But they hadn't gone far when they found the open space ahead densely packed with puppet soldiers, numbering at least several dozen.
They stood there, tightly bound by silk threads, like an insurmountable wall.
These puppet soldiers were in various poses; some were missing arms, some had broken legs, but they were all forcibly supported by silk threads. They gripped Nichirin Blades tightly in their hands and stared blankly at Mizuko.
The threads extended from their bodies and converged on a large tree at the end of the clearing.
The branches of that big tree were wrapped with countless threads, so dense that they seemed to stretch endlessly.
Mizuko stopped in her tracks, looked at the dozens of puppets in front of her, took a deep breath, and gripped her Nichirin Blade tightly.
She knew this was the last obstacle before reaching the source of the silk thread, and she had to overcome it.
"Excuse me, seniors."
Midouzi apologized again in a low voice, but his eyes were incredibly firm. He suddenly exerted force with his feet and charged towards the group of puppets.
"Water Breathing - Fourth Form - Strike Tide!"
With a soft shout, Midouzi unleashed his Nichirin Blade, tracing several water-like arcs as it slashed at the puppets in front of him. Wherever the blade passed, the threads snapped one after another, and several puppets fell to the ground.
However, there were too many puppets. As soon as one batch fell, another batch would immediately take its place. The silk threads pulled them, and they attacked the Bean Bean frantically.
Midouzi weaved through the group of puppets, his blade flashing incessantly, the crisp sound of severing silk threads echoing throughout the room.
Her breathing became more and more rapid, and her arms were starting to ache from wielding the knife for so long, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered.
With each puppet that fell, her heart grew heavier. These were companions she had never met before, and now this was the only way she could see them.
The battle lasted for a long time, and the ground was littered with the corpses of the puppet team members. Mizuko was covered in sweat, and her clothes were stained with blood and dust.
But she finally broke through the puppet's obstruction and arrived at the foot of the big tree.
The silk threads wrapped around the tree are as thick as fingers, stretching densely into the distance.
Behind the big tree, in the open space, a figure stood with his back to Midouzi.
Her body was wrapped in countless silk threads, which swung wildly like her arms, making her the spider mother who controlled everything.
Nezuko gripped her Nichirin Blade tightly, her eyes sharp as knives, staring intently at the figure. She slowly stepped forward, her heart filled with a mixture of anger and determination.
She finally found the mastermind behind it all, and her next step was to avenge all the fallen team members.
"You're the one manipulating them!"