What the fuck? She actually ran?!
Xia Xi, Shinobu Kocho, who had yet to recover her senses, and even the Mist Pillar, who had quietly tightened his grip on his sword hilt, all froze.
It wasn't that every demon had to be a hotheaded brute who fought to the death.
But in most cases, whenever demons encountered Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen, they would rely on their regenerating bodies and Blood Demon Arts to exchange at least a few blows first.
Of course, that wasn't to say all demons thought themselves above everyone else.
Rather, most of the time, those they slaughtered were ordinary people and low- to mid-ranking swordsmen.
Naturally, they had grounds for arrogance.
Koyuki would have been the same.
If she hadn't witnessed other Lower Ranks being beheaded by Hashira.
Those Demon Slayer Corps members with golden buttons were all as powerful as demons.
Even though the bespectacled man before her wasn't the same orange-haired swordsman from her memories.
Even if this man was weaker, possessing only seventy or eighty percent of that swordsman's strength.
Koyuki figured she definitely wouldn't last more than a few moves against him either.
So I've still got to run!
Monsters like this should be left to the Upper Ranks, who are monsters themselves!
In an instant, a blinding cloud of spores filled the sanatorium's entire courtyard. The earth split and crumbled, and thick vines surged like waves.
Watching the demon's rapidly retreating figure.
Igarashi shifted slightly, lowering his stance.
"After her."
The next second, he was about to lead the three of them in pursuit.
But Xia Xi interrupted. "Wait, that's a decoy!"
Perhaps to the others, the Lower Rank fleeing for her life, her aura wild and conspicuous, was undoubtedly the real body.
But Xia Xi saw something entirely different.
Because