Death

The Twelve Kizuki, Lower Rank Three—Byakuya.

As members of the Demon Slayer Corps, they knew full well how terrifying the Twelve Kizuki were. They were dreadful beings that only the Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps could handle, not something ordinary Corps members could contend with.

The moment Byakuya appeared, the two lightly injured Demon Slayer Corps members became tense to the extreme. Their first thought was even to retreat. After all, they were already wounded, and they had one severely injured companion!

But under the current circumstances, retreating would likely be harder than reaching the heavens.

"Ah, ah. I came over because I smelled blood, and then I saw something I hate."

Byakuya shuffled forward lazily, glancing at the two Demon Slayer Corps members holding Nichirin Blades before looking at the severely injured man lying nearby and Feng Ye, who was treating him.

He hated the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Honestly, as mere humans, you should just obediently let us eat you. Why do you always insist on such pointless resistance? There shouldn't be anyone who resists demons."

Byakuya dragged his feet forward as if complaining.

Although his movements were ordinary and slow, an invisible oppression gradually enveloped the area, making the two Demon Slayer Corps members feel as though they could barely breathe. Fear showed in their eyes as they stared at Byakuya.

Mitsuri Kanroji, crouching beside Feng Ye as his assistant, also looked at Byakuya in surprise as he approached. Her small hand instinctively covered her nose. She could vaguely smell the intense stench coming from him.

It was an odor beyond description.

It inspired instinctive disgust and... fear.

As Feng Ye's wife and a doctor's assistant, she had encountered countless medicinal herbs and strange smells in the past. But she had never smelled such a foul stench