At that moment, Daki remained half-fused with her older brother.
She could see her surroundings and sense every tiny change in the airflow and smells.
Naturally, she knew.
Her brother, who was even stronger than she was.
Had just had his head cut off for no apparent reason.
Although Gyutaro had failed to block that strike.
He had at least sensed Tengen Uzui's approach and slash.
But for Daki.
From her perspective, her brother, who had been running forward without stopping, suddenly paused.
The next second, his head went flying.
Then two members of the Demon Slayer Corps appeared nearby, bold as brass.
And under those circumstances... did Daki dare move?
Forget moving.
At that moment, she desperately wished these swordsmen would ignore the two of them like stones by the roadside.
And this female demon, who had swaggered around for nearly a hundred years.
Felt an extraordinarily rare, incomprehensible emotion rising in her heart alongside her terror and shock.
These...
Were the Nine Hashira, right?
Why were they completely different from the ones she had killed before?!
As far as Daki knew.
Those so-called Nine Hashira were merely a little stronger than Kinoe swordsmen.
At most, they were only on par with her.
After all, she herself had killed seven Hashira-level swordsmen over the past few decades.
Even if some Hashira were stronger than her.
Once her brother Gyutaro stepped in, these so-called Nine Hashira were nothing but trash he could kill with a casual swipe.
But now...
As though sensing Daki's constantly trembling body.
Although the beheaded Gyutaro's body still lay motionless as if dead.
He began comforting his sister in a special way.
"Don't cry... I'm not dead. Look, my blood is still flowing."
It was like writing words on someone's palm with a finger.
Through their