Atop the highest roof of the Kyogoku House.
The night wind howled, stirring the haori Sasuke wore as a mark of his status as the Thunder Hashira.
His figure appeared there without a sound, like ink seeping out of the darkness.
The Mangekyō Sharingan in his right eye slowly turned, his icy gaze piercing the night and locking precisely onto the stunning figure below, who had just recovered from searing pain and terror.
Upper Rank Six, Daki.
"That rat... did you send him?"
Daki clutched her still-aching head, feeling the burning sensation from deep within her soul. Her beautiful face twisted with utter fury.
Of course she recognized the Demon Slayer Corps uniform Sasuke wore.
But that lowly old man from earlier and the man before her, whose presence was as cold as an abyss, were two complete extremes.
Sasuke did not answer.
He merely stood there quietly, but his invisible, almost tangible killing intent had already enveloped the entire area.
Being ignored so completely drove Daki's fury to its peak.
As an Upper Rank, as a favorite valued by that lord, when had she ever suffered such humiliation!
First, a cunning rat had burned her with eerie black flames, allowing prey already in her grasp to escape.
Now, that rat's master was looking down at her as though she were garbage.
Unforgivable!
Absolutely unforgivable!
"Whether you're some Hashira or some rat, since you dared to anger me..."
Daki's voice grew shrill and venomous. The sashes behind her began to writhe wildly, like a swarm of dancing snakes.
"Then turn into mincemeat!"
Before her words had faded, dozens of razor-sharp sashes flashed like lightning tearing through space. From every direction, above and below, left and right, they formed an inescapable cage of certain death that abruptly contracted around Sasuke at