Chapter 36: Two Upper Moons vs. One Bald Man

The chilling mist swirled around Saitama and the two Upper Moons standing before him. Gyutaro cracked his neck, his bones popping loudly, while Daki flicked her hair, her sash twisting around her like living serpents.

"So you're the famous baldie?" Gyutaro grinned, his jagged teeth glinting in the moonlight. "Heh, you don't look special at all."

Saitama stared at them blankly. "Yeah, I get that a lot."

Daki sneered, her beauty distorted by her sinister aura. "What's with that outfit? You look like you got rejected from a circus."

Saitama glanced down at his yellow hero suit. "Huh? I think it's practical. Got it on sale."

Gyutaro's veins bulged, and in a flash, his blood sickles shot toward Saitama, spinning wildly with deadly precision. Each sickle was coated with a corrosive poison capable of rotting flesh within seconds.

"Flying Blood Sickles!"

Saitama blinked. Without moving his body, he casually tilted his head to the side — the sickles missed him by centimeters, embedding themselves into the ground behind him.

"Huh. That could've hurt if I was standing still," Saitama said, scratching his ear.

Daki's sashes lashed out next, dancing through the air like venomous vipers. They struck from multiple angles, slicing through trees and boulders like paper. "Eight-Layered Obi Slash!"

Saitama held out a single finger.

Slice.

All eight sashes stopped instantly, cut cleanly in half just from grazing his fingertip.

"What the hell—?!" Daki stumbled back, her confidence faltering.

Gyutaro's grin twisted into a snarl. "Don't screw with us, baldie!" His body erupted with blood, forming hundreds of razor-sharp blades floating in the air. "Let's see if you can dodge all of these!"

"Rampaging Bloodstorm!"

A tornado of blood blades shot forward, engulfing Saitama entirely. Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke stood behind the gate, watching in horror.

"Saitama-san!" Tanjiro yelled, starting to run forward, but Zenitsu grabbed his arm. "Wait! Look closely!"

The bloodstorm settled, and standing in the middle of the crimson vortex was Saitama — completely untouched. Not a single drop of blood had stained his suit.

"Are you done?" Saitama asked, sounding bored.

Gyutaro's eye twitched. "What the—"

Before he could finish, Saitama appeared right in front of him — no sound, no warning, just sudden presence. With a light tap of his finger against Gyutaro's forehead, the demon was launched through the forest, crashing through trees like a human-shaped cannonball.

Daki screamed. "You damn baldie! I'll kill you!" Her remaining sashes thickened into solid blades, and her eyes glowed with full demon fury.

"Serpent Death Dance!" she cried, slashing wildly.

Saitama caught all the sashes in one hand.

"Annoying," he said.

Rip.

He yanked, and all her sashes tore apart like tissue paper.

Daki stumbled back, horrified. "My… my Blood Art… you—"

Saitama raised his fist casually. "Serious Punch."

The air itself distorted around his fist, pressure bending the trees and warping the ground beneath his feet. Daki didn't even have time to scream before a colossal shockwave blasted her apart into particles of ash, her body disintegrating instantly.

"One down," Saitama muttered.

Gyutaro staggered out from the wreckage, his body already regenerating. "You… you bastard… you killed my sister!"

Saitama looked at him, blinking slowly. "Oh. Right. I forgot about you."

Gyutaro roared in rage, his body swelling with demonic power. His blood sickles fused into massive scythes, his veins glowing with malice. "I'll make you suffer! I'll—"

Bonk.

Saitama flicked him on the forehead. Gyutaro's head caved inward like a crushed tomato, his body flopping to the ground lifelessly.

Two Upper Moons — exterminated in under two minutes.

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The silence was deafening. Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke stood frozen, unable to process what they had just witnessed. Upper Moons — beings that could take down entire squads of Hashira — were wiped out like flies.

Zenitsu finally found his voice. "What… what is this guy?"

Inosuke's boar mask slipped off his head. "He's not human. He's… a monster."

Tanjiro could only smile weakly. "No… he's our ally. And I think Muzan is going to hate him more than anything else in the world."

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Meanwhile, in the Infinity Castle

Muzan's hands trembled with rage as he watched the fight through his crystal. "Impossible… utterly impossible…"

For the first time in centuries, the Demon King felt something unfamiliar claw at his heart.

Fear.

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End of Chapter 36

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