Flower Breathing Demon Slayer の小説・ストーリー

“...Then show me the Strength of Tier 6 existence!..Thousand Cherry Blossoms..Scatter!..” Unlike in the manga where I copied the technique, mine was much more brutal and even more savages then anything that a swords skill should do in the world of Fantasma. The entire area of 500 meter radius around me, suddenly filled with a flowing, raining and dancing beautiful pink sakura flower petals, and in the sky there were countless blazing pink samurai swords hovering around, hanged on the sky only waiting for me to enacted my will for any of it to move at my beckon will. “...Flowers?…for a King you do have a niche taste for an attack…!!!…DON’T TOUCHED THE FLOWER PETALS!!…”. (Kulak)

“The vessel that ‘HE’ created, the one with the perfect body, all of this, all that you think that was the truth, was not. In this void, you are not alone, Daniela.” With the game that turns out to be a life and death puzzle. She touches the blade that she still pints unto her neck. Within a split, second everything is under her control. Her blade turns into a flower petal of the Sakura flower. Just then the flower’s sweet scent engulfs her, all along as it swirls faster around the person she’s seeing as her. “Just who are you.” Taking a precaution, yet somewhat to her heart is whispering not to.

I'm so dumb. "My mother did." I mutter. "Yes. And I don't have an answer for that. She may be where you got your blood from, I couldn't say for sure unless I met her." I nod a little, and swallow heavily. "And the flowers you say bloomed from your tears? Gudinna are known to be able to create life, like you did. That is a very, very rare gift, Delilah." He was saying it like I should be glad, like I should feel lucky.

I drop his head and his heart to the ground and then watch as they, along with his body, turn to smokey ash as it is finally able to be called back to its master in hell below. I shake the Demons blood from my hands and walk over to where the female is lying on the ground, as I bend down and slide one of my arms under her legs and the other under the back of her shoulders I take a deep breath in and have to hold in a growl at how strong and overwhelming her scent is.

Every gust of wind sounds like a whisper. The forest changes around me. Paths close behind me. New ones open up. Time moves strange here—I can’t tell how long I’ve been walking. Then I hear it. A heartbeat. Not mine. Louder. Slower. I follow it. Soon, I find it. A glowing flower sits in a circle of roots, pulsing gently like it’s alive. The Bloodlight Flower. I reach for it carefully, my hands trembling. The moment I pluck it from the earth, the ground quakes. The forest screams. It’s an ear splitting sound. Almost unbearable.

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."

Engrossed in his thoughts, and the effect of restraining his primal instinct to have sex twice a day, Damon fails to notice an approaching figure until a peculiar floral scent envelops the air, causing his eyes to sting sharply. “What. The hell is that?!” He groans, his hands rubbing his eyes as he tries to open them and have a good look at the person who just crashed into them. “Myst Blossom?” She gasps, fear resonating in her eyes, as they widen in surprise. “She’s running away! Someone please catch her, she harmed the Alpha!!” Lana cries when her sharp senses detect the floral scent. After recognizing the familiar lethal powder surrounding them, she swiftly intervenes, preventing Alpha Da

How is she supposed to kiss that demon? Back in her spot where the pollen of the flowers glows, she picks one and sighed heavily. She pretended these flowers were dandelions and wished it was a little bit easy for her. Why was she forced to be a sacrifice? Why did her parents sacrifice her? It wasn’t so long until Clairra realized somebody else’s presence and she turned to the same tree the Demon King was. She glared that way until those crimson eyes appeared. “And once again you are here!” she hissed.

No matter how strong the person's internal power was, once inhaled, they would experience hallucinations and lose their minds. Darryl had stopped by the river because he noticed the soulless flower. Adam did not even think about it when he saw Darryl throw a bouquet of flowers. He took the longsword in his hand and cut the flowers in half. Lavender pollen shot into the air instantly, and Adam inhaled a lot of it. The pollen was quickly carried away by the wind and drifted toward Martin and the others behind him.

Caspian withdrew his gaze and saw nine flowers growing on each branch. He could even see that inside the flower bud, some people's shadows could be vaguely seen, and each of them carried the aura of a master. This type of aura was extremely terrifying. Even though it was still a small one, the disturbance that had just happened was more like stopping the extending of the branches, or rather stopping the appearance of these flower bones. Now, under the help of the Wild Wood Demon Venerable, the nine flowers were born smoothly. The figures inside were vague and full of vitality.