He trembled and trembled.
Forcing a dangerous smile onto his face, Sanemi refused to dwell on what lay behind Haruto's smile and stubbornly raised his head.
Kyojuro's horrific injuries and the bitter smile he had worn when he laid down his Nichirin Blade were seared into Sanemi's mind.
Yet the gentle smile on the face of the man seated so properly in that lofty hall made the suffering of those beneath him seem utterly worthless!
Others were bleeding and sacrificing themselves, yet this man... could still smile as he issued his grand commands!
Sanemi clenched his fists, each cutting word squeezing out between his teeth.
"Tell me, Lord Ubuyashiki..." He suppressed his fury, the smile on his lips turning vicious. "You... certainly look comfortable!"
Weak. Far too weak. He really hadn't had much schooling. Even his insults couldn't get straight to someone's sore spot.
Haruto secretly curled his lip and looked up to study Kagaya Ubuyashiki's expression.
Naturally, those words did not shake Kagaya. The trials his body and life had put him through cut far deeper than those barbed remarks.
But the three Hashira beside Sanemi looked up, their pupils trembling with shock.
"Mr. Shinazugawa..." Kanae stared at him in disbelief.
"Shinazugawa." Gyomei Himejima frowned, veins bulging along his neck. "You've gone too far."
"You little punk..." Tengen Uzui shot him a disdainful glance and bent his arm, his powerful muscles pressing tight against his golden armband. "Did your Wind Breathing trainer never teach you any manners?"
"It's all right." Kagaya nodded gently. "I understand exactly how Mr. Shinazugawa feels. Let's hear what he has to say."
"Understand? How could you understand how we feel, fighting for our lives down below while you sit up there above us? You just see everyone here as expendable pawns, pieces in your