After a stretch of silence, Genya spoke.
"Are you saying you can handle those powerful demons?"
"From what you just said, if help hadn't arrived in time, you might not have survived either, right?"
"Then how are you any different from me in that situation?"
"Which swordsman in the Demon Slayer Corps can guarantee they won't die fighting demons?"
"If that's your only reason for forbidding me from fighting demons, I won't accept it."
With that, Genya turned his head aside, refusing to look at Sanemi, who stood frozen in place.
Sanemi really was a little stunned. In his memory, his younger brother Genya had never treated him with this kind of attitude.
In particular, this angry sulking was a first, both on Genya's face and in their exchanges as brothers.
Sanemi's feelings were complicated at that moment: guilt, surprise, a little inexplicable anger, and fear hidden beneath that anger.
He was angry that Genya refused to listen and stay safely behind the lines. Fighting demons to the death was naturally something his older brother would handle.
At the same time, he was afraid-afraid that Genya would really die at a demon's hands.
Genya was the only family he had left.
"I'm your older brother. If I say you're not allowed on the battlefield, then you're not allowed!"
After struggling for words for ages, Sanemi could only fall back on his position as the older brother to try to keep Genya in line.
Although he considered himself a failure as an older brother, this was all he could do to keep his younger brother from facing the danger of death.
"It's precisely because you're my older brother that I have to go!"
"I've already experienced watching my family die before my eyes, powerless to do anything..."
"I don't want to