He was clearly only a boy, yet when he raised his axe and split the second-in-command Hasegawa Tomo's head in two with one blow, blood sprayed across his face. When that blood-covered face turned toward them, the remaining members of the Jingi Group nearly fled in panic.
"Spurt, spurt, spurt-"
The figure emerging from the darkness swung his blade without hesitation.
The Nichirin Blade flashed in the darkness. One after another, members of the Jingi Group clutched their necks and fell to the ground, becoming lifeless corpses.
Su Mu killed five or six in succession. The three remaining men could no longer bear their fear and immediately dropped to their knees, pleading in anguish.
Su Mu did not swing again. Instead, he looked at the boy, who had stood almost frozen in place ever since splitting Hasegawa Tomo's head in two.
Having killed someone for the first time, the boy clearly had yet to recover from it. The sight of the head split in two before him was so gruesome that his body involuntarily shuddered.
Su Mu walked over, holding the Nichirin Blade with its tip pointing down. Drops of blood ran down the tip and fell to the ground.
He looked at the somewhat dazed boy, then at the three members of the Jingi Group kneeling and begging for mercy, and said calmly, "Keep killing!"
The boy had yet to come to his senses. He raised his head blankly. "What?"
"I said, start killing."
His voice was low.
Tanjiro rather clumsily pulled the axe free from Hasegawa Tomo's bone. He glanced at the three members of the Jingi Group kneeling and begging for mercy, then walked toward them step by step, axe in hand.
"Spare me! Please spare me-"
"Sir, spare me! My child is still waiting for me