Crack.
Rokuya thought he heard the sound of his reason snapping.
Kagaya Ubuyashiki... you scheming bastard, so gentle and refined on the outside and rotten to the core! You call this Hashira etiquette?! Do you know what this is called in modern society? Social death!
"Not only that," Goto continued, twisting the knife as though the provocation had not been enough, "after coming down the mountain, the swordsmen you saved shared your teachings with one another. They believe you used such harsh, vicious language to scold them because you wanted to provoke their survival instincts into awakening. They deeply understood your painstaking intentions. They even formed a private fan club called 'Sunflower'..."
"Enough! Shut up!"
Rokuya abruptly released Goto and covered his face with both hands.
The joy of receiving that enormous influx of Gratitude Points was utterly drowned in endless shame at that moment. He dared not look at the fanatical believers below, nor at Sabito and the others, whose faces were contorted from holding back their laughter.
He knew only that his aloof persona as the Demon Slayer Corps' strongest fighter, the "Kai Hashira," had completely collapsed that day.
"All of you, get lost!"
Rokuya abruptly lowered his hands and let out a deafening roar. The three-hundred-jin Shura slammed heavily into the stone steps, scabbard and all, sending a broad web of cracks across them.
"Kakushi Corps! Get these lunatics out of here right now! If I still see anyone dancing in one minute, I'll break his legs!"
At the Kai Hashira's outburst, the clearing fell silent instantly. Although they did not understand why their idol was angry, they still bowed respectfully and swiftly withdrew under the Kakushi Corps' direction, not forgetting to silently mouth "Praise the sun" before leaving.
Looking at the finally quiet foot of the