"I don't care what Breathing Style he's the successor to!" Sanemi Shinazugawa roughly shattered the stunned atmosphere. He walked step by step toward the bamboo basket in the shade, his bloodshot eyes fixed on it.
"Sun Breathing, Water Breathing-none of that has anything to do with me! There's only one thing I care about right now-you keep saying this demon doesn't eat people, and I don't believe it! I refuse to believe such a thing exists!"
Sanemi abruptly drew the Nichirin Blade at his waist, its edge reflecting an icy gleam in the sunlight.
"Shinazugawa! What are you doing?!" Kanae frowned and shouted sharply.
"Make her prove it!" Sanemi's voice was like a beast's low growl. "Since you're all protecting her, make her prove it to me! If she really can suppress her instinct to eat people, I'll accept it! If she can't..."
Sanemi turned to Rokuya, without the slightest hint of backing down in his eyes. "Even if you stand in my way, I'll cut off her head!"
A cold gleam flashed through Rokuya's eyes. If anyone else had dared speak to him like that, he would already have kicked them. But looking at Sanemi's scar-covered face, twisted with rage, he sighed inwardly.
He knew why Sanemi hated demons so much. Sanemi's mother had turned into a demon and slaughtered his younger siblings, and to protect the family he had left, Sanemi had killed his own demonized mother with his own hands.
Asking someone who had ended his mother's life with his own hands to believe that "demons can retain their humanity and refrain from eating people" was itself an incredibly cruel torment. To Sanemi, if Nezuko truly didn't eat people, then what did that make his killing of his mother back then?
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