"Muzan?!" Giyu's dead-fish eyes finally widened, and he instinctively tightened his grip on his sword hilt. Encountering Muzan and escaping unscathed, even cutting off both his hands-if word of such a feat spread through the Demon Slayer Corps, it would undoubtedly cause another earthquake.
But Giyu quickly shifted his attention to Nezuko on the floor. He could clearly smell the foul stench of a demon.
"Since she's already become a demon, she must be slain." Without hesitation, Giyu drew his water-blue Nichirin Blade. The blade rang clearly in the cold wind. "Since you can't bring yourself to do it, senior brother, I'll do it for you and put her out of her misery."
With that, Giyu strode straight toward Nezuko.
"Wait! Don't hurt Nezuko!"
Tanjiro rushed forward like a madman, spreading his arms to block Giyu's path. Scrambling across the floor, he shielded Nezuko behind him and looked up, his face covered in tears, at this man who had suddenly appeared, radiating a terrifying pressure.
"Please! Don't kill her! She's my little sister! I won't let her eat a single person! I'll find a way to turn her back into a human!" Tanjiro pleaded incoherently, even slamming his forehead against the floor with a dull thud.
Giyu stopped. As he watched Tanjiro kneeling on the floor and begging desperately, an uncontrollable fury suddenly welled up in his lifeless eyes.
"Don't hand the power over life and death to someone else!"
Giyu suddenly roared, his voice so loud that it shook the snow off the roof. His roar not only stunned Tanjiro but even made Rokuya raise an eyebrow.
"Don't grovel pathetically on the floor! If that could make everything right, your family wouldn't be like this!" Giyu's chest heaved as he pointed his sword at Tanjiro, every word stabbing into