Rokuya looked into Tanjiro's eyes, filled with hope and despair, and shook his head. "Once Muzan's blood has been injected into her, it's only a matter of time before she turns completely into a demon, unless her own will can withstand it. If I hadn't severed Muzan's arm in time and interrupted the injection, Nezuko would already have become a monster."
Tanjiro clutched his trouser legs, his knuckles white from the force. He jerked his head up, a fiercer fire than ever before blazing in his eyes. "Muzan Kibutsuji... I'll kill him! I'll definitely kill him! Even if I have to chase him to the ends of the earth, I'll never forgive him!"
Sensing the tenacious resolve that had suddenly erupted from Tanjiro, a flicker of approval crossed Rokuya's eyes. He thrust the Shura Blade into the floorboard beside him and said gravely, "You want revenge? When your hands still shake just holding an axe?"
Tanjiro gritted his teeth and said nothing in reply.
"Listen, Tanjiro." Rokuya leaned forward, his gaze boring into Tanjiro's eyes. "In this world, there's a group of lunatics who exist to wipe demons off the face of the earth. They're called the Demon Slayer Corps. Every one of them has had everything taken away by demons. They've given up peaceful lives and walk the edge between life and death every day, all to break the chain of tragedy."
"The Demon Slayer Corps..." Tanjiro murmured. He seemed to see a glimmer of light in the darkness.
"If you truly want revenge, if you want to protect your family, join the Demon Slayer Corps." Rokuya's tone was stern. "I'll show you what real hell is. If you can't even endure my training, give up on taking revenge on Muzan now, and take your family somewhere remote to