Haruto seemed utterly unconcerned by the tension simmering beneath the surface.
He was struggling to fight off sleep. Sabito nudged his shoulder with a helpless look. "Seriously... aren't you worried at all?"
"Yawn..."
Haruto rubbed the tears of fatigue from his eyes and answered listlessly, "What good would worrying do? Would that Shinazugawa guy stop glaring murder at us if I worried?"
He lowered his head and said softly, "Kagaya will find a way."
Hopefully.
If not... I'll think of something.
Nezuko was so sweet and so patient. He couldn't possibly let her be beheaded right before his eyes.
"If it were only that boy, I might think a demon had deceived him. But since you're involved, I'm sure you have your reasons."
Gyomei Himejima looked toward Haruto, pressed his palms together, and recited a Buddhist verse.
"Haruto, I heard you slew another two Lower Ranks. Thank you for all your hard work... I was searching elsewhere, yet I accomplished nothing."
As he spoke, the hulking monk's mouth turned down, and tears began streaming again. "While you were fighting demons over there, all I did was trek over mountain after mountain... I'm truly ashamed."
"What are you talking about?" Haruto patted Himejima's back. "You had the patience to search for traces of demons bit by bit. You're the one who endured all that loneliness."
"Is that the Sun Breathing user?" Kyojuro looked at Tanjiro with a smile. "How enviable!"
Through the correspondence between the Rengoku Family and Haruto, Kyojuro had already learned that a Sun Breathing user had appeared again.
He had told his father the news. Though it earned him another tongue-lashing, he was still genuinely happy for Tanjiro.
After all, even in his fury, Shinjuro hadn't forgotten to call Sun Breathing "the most powerful Breathing Style." Surely Tanjiro,