Sanemi Shinazugawa's voice sounded like two rough stones grinding against each other, filled with undisguised brutality and impatience.
"Hey, you brat over there."
His gaze locked firmly onto Sasuke, like a savage beast fixing on its prey.
"I hear you killed Lower Rank Five?"
"What kind of sorcery are you using?"
That question instantly drew every Hashira's attention to Sasuke.
Flames. Lightning.
The reports delivered by the Messenger Crows were far too incredible.
Sasuke slowly raised his head.
In his right eye, half concealed by his bangs, two black tomoe looked eerie and ominous against a scarlet background.
He did not answer the question.
He simply watched Sanemi Shinazugawa calmly with those emotionless eyes.
That look was like looking at a stone by the roadside, an insignificant, lifeless object.
There was no reverence, no fear, not even... the scrutiny one gave an equal.
Only pure indifference.
"Tch."
A vein on Sanemi Shinazugawa's face twitched involuntarily.
The brat's gaze irritated him immensely.
But before he could lash out, he seemed to decide that rather than wasting words on this brat of unknown origins, he might as well deal with the more obvious problem before him.
His attention returned to the trembling boy kneeling on the ground and the box containing a demon.
"Forget it. Doesn't matter."
He grinned viciously, his smile more frightening than an evil demon's.
"Sorcery or whatever it is, harboring a demon is a grave crime."
"There's no need to ask the Master!"
"I'll prove just how hideous demons are!"
Before he had finished speaking.
Clang!
A piercing sound rang out as he drew his blade.
The Nichirin Blade in Sanemi Shinazugawa's hand whipped up a gust of wind as he thrust it at the wooden box beside Tanjiro from an angle no one had anticipated.
Shhk!
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