The Shock of a New Style of Swordsmanship

Makomo's expression remained cool as she lifted her eyes slightly.

"I know what I said. I'm stating a fact. Precisely because he's a monster that eats people, I'm here. Only by acknowledging an enemy's strength can we face our own!"

"Hmph! Anyone can talk a good game! Have you ever killed a demon? Do you know how terrifying they are? Admiring a demon dishonors the comrades who fought to the death and died in their jaws. I'll never accept that attitude!"

"If this Hashira meeting is about appointing you as a Hashira, then defeat the sword in my hand before you voice your opinions!"

Clang!

Tengen Uzui sprang to his feet, drew the Nichirin Sword from his back, and pointed it at Makomo.

None of the other Hashira stopped him. They, too, wanted to see what this cool, composed woman could do.

Kanae's account alone wasn't enough for them to judge the woman's strength.

Only a demonstration would convince them. Besides, anyone promoted to Hashira in the Demon Slayer Corps had to pass their test.

Makomo slowly rose.

"I understand how you feel, but please respect the facts I've given you. I've killed demons. Creatures that feed on humans truly have no place in this world.

"But I won't accept dismissing everything about them just because they're demons. Strength is strength, regardless of where you stand. I drove that one to the brink. If my sword hadn't broken at the end, I would have taken his head!"

Loss flickered in Makomo's eyes. She was clearly still mourning Cherry Blossom Snow, the first sword she had ever owned.

The Hashira below her grew solemn.

How strong did someone have to be to drive an Upper Rank demon to the brink? Everyone held their breath.

Makomo quietly picked up a straight branch