"I am an Upper Rank! Upper Rank Six!"
"Yeah, right. Like I'd believe that."
"You're way too weak to be an Upper Rank."
"Let's go. Show's over."
Tengen Uzui slung his dual blades over his shoulder and began pulling Tanjiro toward the door.
Daki clutched her severed head and shouted when she saw them leaving.
"I may only be Upper Rank Six right now…"
"But I'll definitely become stronger in the future! Definitely!"
"All of you… will die!"
Uzui paused mid-step and glanced at Tanjiro.
"See that? This demon must have water in her brain."
"Her head's already been cut off, and she's still talking about getting stronger later."
"She's just messing with us."
Tanjiro's smile stiffened awkwardly.
From their earlier battle—and the kanji carved into her eyes—there was no doubt.
Daki really was Upper Rank Six.
Uzui simply refused to believe it.
Daki lay on the ground wailing loudly.
Her fists pounded against the floor.
"Brother!!!"
"My head was cut off! It was cut off!"
Aoyama Ren suddenly froze.
He sensed danger approaching.
Uzui and Tanjiro, who had already reached the door, also stopped.
Both of them turned around at the same time.
Daki's body collapsed forward onto the ground, supported by her arms.
Then—
From the stump of her severed neck…
Another body began to emerge.
It was a man's body.
Aoyama 's eyes sharpened.
This was Gyutaro.
Gyutaro's upper body was bare.
He was a hunched, skeletal-looking demon with short black-and-green hair.
Dark blotches covered his face and body.
Though he shared the title Upper Rank Six with his sister—
His strength far surpassed hers.
He was the one truly worthy of the title.
Anyone who hurt his sister—
Would face his merciless wrath.
He picked up Daki's head from the ground and comforted her casually.
"Why are you crying?"
"Your head got cut off, so what?"
"Crying won't help."
Uzui instantly realized the truth.
This demon was the Upper Rank he had been searching for.
He rushed forward, swinging his twin blades.
"There are two Upper Rank demons here?!"
Tanjiro exclaimed in shock.
Two blades of blood suddenly shot toward Uzui.
It was Gyutaro's attack.
He possessed extraordinary senses and perception.
Uzui swung his Nichirin swords and shattered the blood blades before they could reach him.
Meanwhile, Aoyama Ren remained silent.
His stamina had recovered somewhat.
He loosened and tightened his grip on his sword.
Another brutal battle was about to begin.
Gyutaro supported his sister casually, not even bothering to look at Uzui.
In fact—
He seemed to disregard everyone present.
Daki continued sobbing loudly.
Tears streamed down her face.
"Crying won't help," Gyutaro said lazily.
"Your head just fell off."
"Why don't you just put it back on?"
"You really are dumb."
Even while complaining about his sister, he carefully placed her head back onto her neck.
Uzui stared in disbelief.
A demon whose head had been cut off—
Not only didn't die—
But could reattach it?
Tanjiro had the same question.
He looked toward Aoyama .
This was a dual-body demon.
Gyutaro and Daki shared the same life.
Unless both of them were decapitated—
Even if one lost their head, they would not die.
Aoyama noticed Tanjiro's questioning gaze.
But he didn't explain.
Right now, talking about it wouldn't change anything.
"You have such a beautiful face."
"You should take better care of it."
Seizing the opportunity, Aoyama Ren swung his Nichirin blade at Gyutaro.
Although the siblings shared the title of Upper Rank Six—
Gyutaro possessed the true strength of the rank.
The moment Aoyama prepared to strike—
Gyutaro had already sensed the killing intent.
His body twisted.
In his hands appeared two sickles—Circular Blood Demon Blades.
They looked like bones and gleamed crimson like fresh blood.
Not only did he block Aoyama 's attack—
He counterattacked immediately.
Aoyama deflected the strike and spun upward, slashing down from above.
But Gyutaro was equally powerful and had extremely sharp senses.
Aoyama 's speed advantage couldn't fully manifest against him.
"Heh…"
"I can feel your killing intent."
"And yet you managed to counterattack again."
"You're pretty good."
Gyutaro chuckled.
For someone like him, even a compliment sounded stingy.
But no matter how impressive—
His opponent would still die horribly soon.
At that moment—
A loud voice rang out.
"A battle this flashy can't happen without the God of Flashiness!"
Tengen Uzui stepped forward and stood beside Aoyama .
"Not bad, Aoyama ."
After watching only a few exchanges, Uzui realized something.
Aoyama 's strength was absolutely not below that of a Hashira.
After all, he had just clashed with an Upper Rank demon.
Gyutaro shifted his gaze toward Uzui.
A cold smile appeared on his lips—
But jealousy burned in his eyes.
His own appearance was ugly and grotesque.
Seeing someone like Uzui—tall, handsome, and powerful—
Filled him with envy and resentment.
Men like this must be adored by women.
"Ghehehe…"
Gyutaro pointed his twin sickles at Uzui.
"I'm so jealous."
"Could you please just die?"
Uzui laughed instead.
"The battle hasn't even started yet."
"Life and death are still undecided."
"But I'm confident I can kill you."
Aoyama frowned slightly.
These two seemed to be talking on completely different wavelengths.
Meanwhile—
Daki leaned against the wall, her head reattached.
She cried like a normal girl who had been bullied.
"Brother…"
"The one who cut off my head wasn't him."
"It was the other one!"
"But I want them all dead!"
"Everyone who bullied me must die!"
"I tried so hard!"
"They all ganged up on me!"
"They even said I wasn't an Upper Rank demon!"
"But I am!"
Listening to his sister's complaints, Gyutaro rested his chin in one hand.
His sideways glance fell on Aoyama Ren.
"Looks like you should die first."
"No one is allowed to bully my beautiful sister."
"No one."
A terrifying killing intent erupted from Gyutaro's body.
He swung his twin sickles toward Aoyama Ren.
Aoyama immediately moved from his position, dodging the incoming attack.
Seeing the battle begin—
Uzui naturally refused to stay out of it.
He joined the fight with his twin blades.
"A flashy battle like this can't leave me out!"
"Watch closely!"
Nearby, Tanjiro tightened his grip on his Nichirin sword.
His eyes remained fixed on Daki.
Her head had been reattached.
Which meant—
She was still a threat.
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