"Uh... shouldn't I do that?" Sanemi paused at Kanzaki Kumo's rather peculiar expression.
As far as he was concerned, if his younger brother couldn't even beat him without his Breathing Style, how could he possibly fight demons?
Sanemi simply wanted to use this most direct approach to make Genya understand his own weakness and back down.
The method wasn't necessarily wrong, but resorting only to violence without any emotional guidance, coupled with the brothers' similarly stubborn temperaments, made the results easy to imagine.
It wasn't completely useless, exactly. It just made Genya even more determined to head onto the battlefield.
Besides wanting to help his older brother, he now had another reason: "I have to prove myself to my brother."
Unfortunately, Sanemi had yet to realize that his actions had not only failed to achieve the desired effect, but had actually backfired.
Knowing the brothers' circumstances, Kanzaki Kumo could more or less guess as much, so his gaze at Sanemi took on a somewhat speechless look.
"Can't you brothers sit down and have a proper talk? Lashing out at your younger brother the moment you disagree isn't what an older brother should do. Besides, he's your only remaining family, isn't he?"
"Yeah..." Sanemi nodded, falling rather silent.
He knew there were problems with his approach, but he had never been good at expressing his feelings.
Especially...
Remembering how Genya had held their mother as she vanished in the sunlight, pointing at him and screaming "Murderer," Sanemi felt even less certain how to get along with his younger brother.
Although Sanemi had long since forgiven Genya-in fact, he had never held a grudge against his only remaining family over it-he didn't know how Genya truly felt, whether he knew the truth, or whether he still harbored resentment over what had happened.