Who was this?
He was using Star Breathing, wasn't he?
Murata braced his hands on his knees, panting as he recovered his strength.
Mr. Haruto had another Tsuguko besides Genya? Why had he never heard about him?
Of course, perhaps it was because, although he and Mr. Haruto had passed the selection in the same year and could talk to each other, they could hardly be called close.
Tanjiro had no time to worry about what Murata was thinking. Furious at nearly being cut by him, the demon threw everything it had into its attacks.
He might have been the Star Hashira's Tsuguko, but he had not been learning swordsmanship for very long, and most of that time had been spent teaching himself. Fighting the demon was a desperate struggle.
Fortunately, the other members of the Demon Slayer Corps had no intention of standing by. They swarmed forward, hoping to overwhelm the demon with sheer numbers.
Amid the blazing flames, two more swordsmen fell to the ground, frantically smothering the fire on their bodies with sand and dirt.
After unleashing several breathing techniques in succession, Tanjiro's arms were as limp as noodles, unable to muster any strength.
I can't help! I can't help!
Why didn't I start working hard to strengthen my body sooner?
Tanjiro! Pull yourself together!
Boom! The flame demon leaped up and hurled two searing fireballs at Tanjiro.
This is bad!
Tanjiro rolled backward. The fireballs grew larger in his vision, and he could even smell the scorched odor of his hair curling in the heat.
Whoosh!
One fireball struck the right side of his forehead. Burning pain shot through his brain, leaving him unable to tell where the other fireball was.
I'm in trouble.
Even as that thought crossed Tanjiro's mind, his feet kept struggling to