"Hic."
Haruto had only just rushed over when the staggering sight before him made him hiccup.
When strength fell short, bullets could make up the difference.
Well, Shinobu was still a little lacking in strength.
After firing that shot, Shinobu's arm drooped to one side. She shook it out, a little frown crossing her face.
Paired with the large-caliber handgun she had gotten from who knew where, the sight was... strange, yet somehow a little cute.
Tanjiro was dumbstruck. He had seen Genya's gun, but even that short-barreled shotgun hadn't been half as loud. The shot had drawn the attention of the Entertainment District's patrons, engrossed as they were in its glittering nightlife, and they all craned their necks to look over.
Seeing the master and apprentice staring at her in disbelief, Shinobu pressed her lips together. A faint pink blush crept up from her neck.
"Damn you, Miyamaru Rei..."
Shinobu Kocho hadn't expected the gun the editor-in-chief had casually handed her to have such a powerful kick. She had barely managed to withstand the recoil.
Daki lay quietly on the ground, but her body hadn't begun to disintegrate-powerful though it was, the weapon was still just an ordinary handgun. It couldn't kill demons.
"Shinobu, come down," Haruto said with a slight frown. The wintersweet-patterned Haori rested on his shoulders.
He intended to bring it back to Headquarters and erect a grave for Sōma's belongings among the vast expanse of wisteria-covered graves on the mountain behind Headquarters.
A nimble figure approached through the night sky, lightly dancing across the moonlight.
Tengen Uzui surveyed the wreckage and said gravely, "I found Hinatsuru in a kirimise-the lowest class of brothel. She'd been poisoned... but she's much better now after taking the antidote Shinobu prepared."
"Suma and Makio are fine too. They're out