"Lady Tamayo, that smooth-talking fellow hasn't actually gotten himself into trouble, has he?"
Outside the old mansion.
They had seen a massive arc of Sword Aura cleave through the roof and shoot straight into the night sky.
Then, for a long while, there had been no movement at all.
Yushiro stared at the mansion, which had fallen silent, for quite some time before finally asking Tamayo beside him in a low voice.
"Should we go inside and look?"
To be honest, he really disliked that member of the Demon Slayer Corps' Nine Hashira.
Flippant and asking for a beating.
But after spending these past few days together, they could at least count as acquaintances.
If that fellow really had died inside without anyone knowing why.
Yushiro felt it would be a little... fine, Lady Tamayo would probably be upset.
So, should he go in and take a look?
As long as he concealed himself with his Blood Demon Art, that Lower Rank might not notice him.
Hmm...
Of course, if things looked bad, they couldn't blame him for being heartless.
He would turn right around, take Lady Tamayo, and run.
But Tamayo, her expression quite calm, shook her head beside him. "Have faith in him, Yushiro."
"Mr. Kurumaji can defeat even an Upper Rank alone. There's no reason he would fall somewhere like this."
Besides.
That fellow possessed both talent and dedication...
And he was an immensely powerful fighter whom every member of the Demon Slayer Corps trusted.
Most importantly.
Tamayo always felt that, in some indefinable way, he resembled Mr. Yoriichi from all those years ago.
As though he, too, was favored by all the gods and Buddhas.
It even gave her the faint feeling that "this man came into this world to slay Muzan."
And just as the