Haruto had been drawn here by the powerful fluctuations of energy. Tanjiro chased after him, gritting his teeth as he struggled to keep up with his teacher.
He genuinely hadn't noticed when Sanemi Shinazugawa appeared behind him. The sight before him had already driven him beyond reason with rage.
"Genya..."
Tanjiro cried softly.
The sight before them was simply too cruel. Anyone who saw their beloved student have both arms sliced off like a radish would probably be unable to stay calm.
Haruto, whose life had always gone smoothly and who had never seen someone close to him hurt like this, was furious beyond anything he had ever felt.
His heart pounded like a drum. As Kokushibo swung his blade to cut Genya in half, Tanjiro's anguished scream still rang in one ear, while the other had already caught the sound of Kokushibo's blade slicing through the air!
The world before his eyes stretched into overlapping images!
He only felt warmth coursing through his body. He didn't feel as though he had gotten faster. Instead, the world, already slowed by his transparent perception, seemed to slow down again.
In an instant, his blade slammed into Kokushibo's bone sword!
"Such speed...
And such strength..."
As the two blades collided, Kokushibo gripped his sword tightly and glanced down. "A body honed through the most rigorous training... has the Demon Slayer Corps truly produced so much young blood...?"
Clang! In the blink of an eye, Sanemi Shinazugawa's blade reached him too. His expression unchanged, Kokushibo held his sword horizontally before him.
Several cutting gusts shot from the blade in his hand, carrying countless tiny blades toward the two swordsmen!
"Genya!"
Tanjiro lunged over, tears brimming in his eyes as he looked at his fellow student and friend, who had lost both arms. "Did