The term "gyufu" referred to workers in red-light districts who solicited customers and collected payments from them. They were also known as "gyu" and "gyutaro."
Gyutaro might not have been the only person named directly after such a disreputable occupation. The scattered remnants of his human memories had led him to keep using that name to this day.
"You're a nasty little brat, aren't you? Bullying my sister like that..."
Gyutaro's voice drew closer and closer, but Tanjiro still lay on the ground, unable to move.
He had already been at the end of his strength after cutting off Daki's head. Gyutaro's kick just now had even let him hear his own bones crack. By his most conservative estimate, at least three of his ribs were broken.
Waves of twisting pain swept through his abdomen. Never before had his limbs felt so heavy.
Get up... get up... There are still so many innocent people around, and Nezuko's nearby too. I have to protect them!
Slowly, Tanjiro rolled from his side onto his stomach, hunching over on the rooftop. His arms trembled as he pushed his body up.
"Pfft..."
Blood spurted from his mouth, but Tanjiro paid it no mind. Bracing himself with his arms, he slowly rose to his feet, though his back remained bent and his entire body shook.
He tightened his grip on his battered Nichirin Blade and slowly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot. Gyutaro was already right in front of him.
"Hahahaha! You can still stand? But what can you possibly do with that shaky body of yours?" Gyutaro tilted his head and mocked Tanjiro.
"Let me put you out of your misery."
Treating it all as a game, Gyutaro raised his scythe and swung at Tanjiro. His movements were slow, a mocking smile curling his