Tengen Uzui looked at the three Corps members who had "volunteered," feeling his blood pressure soar in a thoroughly unflashy fashion.
One was a dim-witted do-gooder.
One was a coward who might cry himself unconscious at any moment.
And the last was a boar-head who couldn't even speak clearly.
These were the "female Corps members" he was supposed to take along to infiltrate the Yoshiwara Pleasure District?
He could already imagine the disastrous consequences of dressing these three up as women and shoving them into a top-class brothel. Perhaps he wouldn't even have to wait for a demon to strike; they would infuriate him to death first.
The corner of Tengen Uzui's mouth twitched wildly. He wanted to refuse, to flashily reject this absurd proposal.
But out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of that cold figure not far away.
Uesugi Sasuke.
The man who had made him feel the threat of death in their very first encounter.
Although Sasuke was merely standing there quietly, Tengen Uzui could feel the other man's will fixed on them. If he dared lay hands on the Butterfly Mansion girls again, that pitch-black wakizashi would probably do more than simply rest against his neck next time.
After weighing his options, the flashy God of Festivals finally squeezed two words through his teeth.
"...All right."
It nearly drained him of all his strength.
With permission granted, Tanjiro gave an innocent smile of relief. Zenitsu stopped crying and puffed out his chest, as though he had accomplished some remarkable feat. Inosuke excitedly pounded his chest with his fists, letting out an unintelligible roar.
Looking at these three clowns, Tengen Uzui felt dizzy. He even began to wonder whether taking them along would be more dangerous than going alone.
Amid this chaotic, despairing atmosphere,