Zohakuten was stunned, having witnessed Sanemi Shinazugawa resurrect on the spot... ah no, recover on the spot.
Humans? Rapid recovery?
Such severe injuries recovered all at once?
"What a joke!" Zohakuten's voice was filled with resentment. "As a human! How is it possible to be like a demon!"
"This is unfair!!!"
If it were that guy who eats demons, he could understand, but the white-haired one in front of him completely radiated the scent of a human; how could he still possess the recovery speed of a demon?
It was the potion from earlier.
What a joke!
If a potion could make human injuries recover rapidly, then what would be the point of demons?
Sanemi curled his lips. "Heh, there's nothing to say to guys like you."
Still talking about unfairness; why didn't you feel it was unfair when you were hurting humans?
He felt that the fact that the heavens still allowed evil demons to continue existing was the greatest unfairness of all.
Sanemi said coldly, "You should just repent for the mistakes you've committed in Hell."
"What mistakes have I committed?" Zohakuten was easily provoked; veins popped out one by one on his forehead. "You lot who bully the weak are the truly heinous sinners!"
"Ha? Are you demons all mentally abnormal?" Sanemi Shinazugawa paused and looked at him with disgust. "How many people did you have to kill to possess such power?"
"As an Upper Rank Demon, you've probably killed hundreds of humans, haven't you?"
"Someone like you, what qualifications do you have to say others bully the weak? Aren't you the one who deserves to go to Hell the most?"
"You scumbag!"
Zohakuten was full of anger. "You..."
Not giving Zohakuten a chance to retort, Sanemi angrily stepped on his head, which was already about to dissipate, and crushed it to pieces.
"It's really infuriating." Sanemi Shinazugawa said unhappily. "These guys are truly insane."
The stronger the demon, the deeper a certain obsession in their heart, and the more paranoid they become.
Every single Upper Rank Demon Moon is almost a lunatic with a broken brain.
Genya asked with concern, "Big Brother, how do you feel?"
"Huh?" Sanemi frowned and carefully felt it. "The taste isn't great, a metallic, rust-like flavor."
"..." Genya sweat-dropped. "No, I meant, how is your body?"
Besides, isn't blood supposed to taste like rust? Could it possibly taste like strawberries?
Speaking of which, Mizuki's hair doesn't taste like strawberries either!
Genya couldn't help but complain to himself.
"What, you mean this? Didn't I already say?" Sanemi twisted his neck. "Not bad."
He suddenly felt his face was a bit sticky, so he wiped the blood off with his sleeve.
He felt refreshed all over.
He lifted his head with a comfortable expression, and then saw Genya staring at him blankly.
Sanemi frowned. "Hm? What's with that look?"
"No..." Genya hurriedly waved his hands, hesitating to speak. "Big Brother, your face..."
"Face?" Seeing his younger brother's hesitant appearance, Sanemi simply drew his Nichirin Blade and reflected his own face through the blade.
A moment later, Sanemi widened his eyes.
He suddenly grabbed the corner of Genya's clothes. "What have you done?!"
Caught off guard, Genya was startled and hurriedly waved his hands. "Big Brother, calm down."
"How do you expect me to calm down?!" Sanemi's tone was irritable; he could hardly remain rational.
The scars... the scars on his face had all disappeared...
His face was smooth without a single flaw, a completely different color from his neck.
Damn it!!! How is he supposed to maintain his dignity like this!!!
Sanemi Shinazugawa was furious.
...
While the Shinazugawa Brothers were taking care of Hantengu over here, Zenitsu, who had gotten separated from Tanjirou and Inosuke, also encountered the person... no, the demon, he wanted to meet.
"Himejima-san, are you sure you aren't just walking around aimlessly?"
"Otherwise, should we just listen to me?"
After getting separated from Tanjirou, but meeting up with Stone Hashira Himejima Gyoumei midway, Zenitsu had been acting together with him.
Must say, that sturdy height of over two meters gave Zenitsu a great sense of security.
Is this the Demon Slayer Corps' strongest guard?
So cool.
Suddenly felt that getting lost from Tanjirou and the others wasn't such a bad thing.
It's just that having a blind person lead the team gave Zenitsu a feeling of wanting to cry but having no tears.
The two were running through the corridor, not knowing where they were rushing to, but Zenitsu felt they were getting further and further away from the battlefield.
"..." Himejima Gyoumei didn't respond and suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Zenitsu didn't pay attention and almost bumped into his back. "Hey! I'm asking why you suddenly..."
Suddenly, Zenitsu's pupils constricted, he closed his mouth, turned to look at the door in front, his eyes gradually turned cold, and he walked past Himejima Gyoumei to the front.
"You're there, right?" Zenitsu looked ahead with a gloomy expression. "Come out."
"I know you're there."
Behind that door, a palm with pitch-black nails reached out, accompanied by a disgusting voice.
"How are you talking to your Senior Brother? Although you look a bit more decent now, you still have that impoverished..."
The voice suddenly stopped. Kaigaku, who had already turned into a demon, walked out from behind the door. When he saw the person behind Zenitsu, he froze, and his feet subconsciously took a step back.
A bead of cold sweat rolled down his cheek.
Why is this guy here?
He hadn't been able to sense him at all.
"As expected, it is you... Kaigaku..." Himejima Gyoumei put his hands together and said with neither sorrow nor joy.
Hearing his name called out, Kaigaku took a deep breath and steadied his body.
So what if he's a Hashira?
He is now an Upper Rank Demon Moon!
So what if he's the strongest in the Demon Slayer Corps!
In the past hundreds of years, who knows how many Hashira have died at the hands of Upper Ranks!
Nothing to be afraid of.
He is not the weak self from before, the one who needed to hide from this guy while acting in the Demon Slayer Corps.
Thinking of this, Kaigaku stood firm and looked at the two arrogantly. "In front of a demon, numbers are meaningless."
"Carrying a loser of a dead weight, do you think you can win against me?"
The latter part of his sentence was undoubtedly directed at Himejima Gyoumei.
"You're pretty happy about being a loser who was just pulled up to make up the numbers and squeezed into the Upper Ranks, aren't you?" Zenitsu mocked coldly. "What qualifications do you have to be shouting here when you can't even do the First Form?"
Kaigaku was angered by his mocking tone; he laughed out of extreme anger. "That's still better than you, a piece of trash who only knows the First Form!"
Zenitsu opened his mouth, just about to continue the verbal sparring with him, when Himejima Gyoumei suddenly stood in front of the two.
With that tall body standing forward, it was as if Kaigaku's heart tightened along with it.
It's just a bluff; body size is not worth mentioning in front of a demon.
As Kaigaku was comforting himself like this, Himejima Gyoumei suddenly spoke up. "There is something I want to ask you, no matter what."
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