The female demon named Tamayo shouted those words at that instant with every ounce of strength she had, her voice hoarse.
Vmmm-!!!
The raging, enormous blade came to a forced halt just one millimeter from Yushiro's neck.
From extreme motion to utter stillness, Rokuya forcibly canceled out the terrifying inertia of a three-hundred-jin weight with his monstrous strength. However, the powerful air pressure carried by the blade did not disappear.
Boom!
A visible, crescent-shaped wave of air slashed out along the blade's path, tearing a chasm several meters long and unfathomably deep into the floor beside Yushiro. The entire clinic floor shook violently.
Yushiro opened his eyes in a daze. Feeling the bone-chilling blade against his neck, cold sweat instantly soaked his back. Had the man before him applied even one more gram of force, his head would already have left his shoulders.
Rokuya maintained his two-handed downward-slashing stance, his gaze flickering slightly as he stared down at Tamayo.
"You just said a name." Rokuya's voice was quiet, yet carried a spine-chilling coldness. "Say it again. Who?"
Tamayo swallowed, forcing down the fear in her heart. She knew this was her and Yushiro's only chance to survive.
She looked straight into Rokuya's eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through souls, and spoke each word with perfect clarity. "Muzan-Kibutsuji. The source of every tragedy, the devil who turned me into this hideous thing and tricked me into eating my own husband and children."
Silence.
A deathly silence fell over the clinic, broken only by the moan of the night wind blowing through the shattered walls outside.
Rokuya said nothing. His mind raced.
He did not know the specific plot of this world, but he was no fool. During his month and more with the Demon Slayer Corps, he had read countless