Kirishima Bupai looked toward the commotion and saw a chaotic chase erupting at the entrance to the walkway leading to the platform.
More than a dozen guards armed with batons, rifles, and even katanas were frantically surrounding three familiar figures.
Tanjiro protected the wooden box on his back, veins bulging on his forehead.
At that moment, he used his nimble footwork to dodge grasping hands and swinging clubs without fighting back.
Looking at the guards, who seemed to have gone mad, he shouted, "We haven't committed any crime! You've got the wrong people! You must have the wrong people! Calm down!"
Zenitsu Agatsuma, meanwhile, looked on the verge of tears as he ran with his hands over his head. "Help! I'm going to die!"
As he yelled, he darted through gaps in the crowd at astonishing speed, moving so fast he almost left afterimages.
The most conspicuous of all was Inosuke Hashibira. Although he was not wearing his boar mask, his wildness had not diminished in the slightest.
Faced with blades and bayonets thrusting at him, he did not dodge. Instead, he howled excitedly, daring to grab their blades with his bare hands.
Even after taking several of them down, he was still roaring, "Come on, small fry! Let the great me teach you how to fight!"
For a time, the scene was utter chaos.
The guards were numerous and armed, while Tanjiro and his companions clearly did not want to hurt anyone. Hampered by that restraint, the three were soon forced back again and again, narrowly escaping danger.
"Tch, for God's sake...! These wanted posters really..." Kirishima Bupai cursed under his breath and shifted slightly, considering whether to intervene.
Suddenly!
Whooo-!!!
A loud, piercing whistle tore through the evening stillness.
At the far end of the platform, a dark