Tanjiro was still immersed in that unprecedented shock, as though his entire worldview had been reshaped.
The absolute control over his body that Sasuke had demonstrated had opened an entirely new door for him.
So fighting could be like this, too.
But not everyone could understand this state, which bordered on the "Way."
"Hmph! All flash and no substance!"
A voice filled with disdain and provocation broke the silence of the training ground.
It was Inosuke.
His eyes beneath his boar mask stared fixedly at Sasuke, and two heavy snorts burst from his nostrils.
"So you can see a little more clearly and move a little faster! In a real fight to the death, my fangs are the strongest!"
He completely failed to understand everything that had just happened.
To his simple, beastlike mind, Sasuke had merely been "dancing" in a way he could not understand.
And to him, Tanjiro's shock was a sign of weakness.
"Hey! Stone face!"
Inosuke pointed his two swords at Sasuke.
"Don't think you're the strongest just because you beat those weaklings Wenyi and Gonpachiro!"
"Come fight me! This time I won't let you get me with another sneak attack!"
Zenitsu hid behind Tanjiro and muttered a complaint.
"It's Zenitsu and Tanjiro! And that wasn't a sneak attack. That was a complete thrashing..."
Sasuke's gaze slowly shifted from the contemplative Tanjiro to Inosuke.
His eyes looked as though he were watching a noisy insect that did not know its own limits.
"Boring."
He could not even be bothered to say another word.
But that single word set Inosuke's anger ablaze.
"What did you say?! Headlong Rush!"
With an angry roar, Inosuke dropped onto all fours and charged at Sasuke like a maddened wild boar.
He was faster than he had ever been before.
What radiated