Chapter 125 Trial Conference
"Mr. Tokito, please wait here for a moment."
The person wearing the Hidden member's uniform led Ichiro Tokito to the cubicle. He nodded and listened to the commotion outside.
It was Tanjiro's voice.
Through the crack in the door, Tokito Yuichiro could see Ubuyashiki Kagaya sitting there. Kagaya seemed to sense Yuichiro's gaze and smiled in his direction.
Can't you see it?
Tokito Ichiro remained vigilant; he felt panicked by the unfamiliar place and could sense the strength of the people outside.
He glanced around and saw seven more people besides the two he recognized and Tanjiro. When he saw that familiar face, Ichiro's pupils constricted sharply.
The other person is different now. They used to have a somewhat naive look, but now they don't show any expression, and their eyes have changed.
Honestly, isn't this what I've always wanted? Be more mature, don't be so kind.
While Tokito Yuichiro was lost in thought, a sudden shout startled him awake.
"Midouzi!! Stop it——."
Tokito Ichiro saw the scarred man less than a meter away from him, stabbing a Nichirin Blade into a wooden box.
That's... Tanjiro's sister, Nezuko?!
When Tokito Yuichiro was resting with the three of them, the girl came out of the box. She was a very cute girl, and even after becoming a demon, she still exuded a gentle aura.
Like my brother and Muichiro.
"Come out here, you devil! This is your favorite human blood!!"
The jarring sound annoyed Ichiro, and his hand instinctively reached for the sword at his waist, but found nothing. His gaze darkened, and he reached into the lining of his clothes, grasping the blade wrapped in white cloth.
"Splat—".
Sanemi Shinazugawa forcefully flung open the wooden crate door, the broken door slamming against the door in front of Ichiro Tokito, causing it to tremble, demonstrating the force of the impact.
That's enough! Tokito Yuichiro knew he should keep quiet for the moment, but he wasn't one to be so indifferent.
"bump--."
The door was suddenly pulled open with a loud bang, and a purple blade of light pierced towards Shinazugawa Sanemi, clashing with his Nichirin Blade.
"Aaaaaah— Mr. Tokito! Where did you get your weapon?"
The members of the Hidden Society who were waiting with Tokito Ichiro were terrified. He had clearly checked, so why was the other person still holding a weapon?
Tokito Ichiro braced himself on the ground with one hand, kicked his leg hard, and flipped backward to stand facing him not far away, with the Hollow Crying God fully exposed to everyone's eyes.
"You little brat!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa held his Nichirin Blade in his right hand and rubbed his abdomen where he had been kicked with the other. Even though he had reacted quickly and absorbed much of the force, it still ached slightly.
"I don't want to be lectured by a thug like you, all you do is shout and offer no useful advice."
Tokito Ichiro curled his lip, slightly raised his chin, rolled his eyes at Shinazugawa Sanemi, and spoke in a casual and contemptuous tone.
"puff--."
What a sharp tongue.
Kanroji Mitsuri covered her mouth, her face flushed red. She really didn't mean it. Kocho Shinobu and Uzui Tengen trembled slightly, no one had ever spoken so directly to Shinazugawa Sanemi before, hitting the nail on the head.
"You, you, you..."
Shinazugawa Sanemi's body trembled slightly. He didn't care about the other person's face, which was exactly the same as his companion's. He was so angry that he wanted to teach the other person a lesson.
"What do you mean, what do I mean? I was just saying it casually, you don't need to be so quick to jump over the wall."
Tokito Yuichiro used the Hollow Crying God to twirl the flower sword, looking at him with an air of "What can you do to me?" and said disdainfully.
As the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a small figure stood up from the overturned wooden crate. His body gradually grew larger, and his eyes were fixed on Shinazugawa Sanemi's bleeding arm. His expression became difficult and terrifying, and saliva kept dripping down his face.
Tokito Ichiro frowned. He remembered that Nezuko wouldn't become so irritable over a little blood, even when she was injured.
"Rare blood..."
He murmured softly, his voice extremely clear in the quiet air. Tanjiro Kamado, who had been stunned, also noticed Nezuko's slightly trembling body, clearly showing her extreme restraint.
"Ahhh!! Drink up—!"
Tanjiro Kamado, who was being held down by Obanai Iguro's elbow, let out a difficult cry. The rope binding his wrists was also broken. Ichiro Tokito didn't care about Nezuko's reaction. He kicked off and attacked Iguro, quickly stuffing Hollow Crying God into his arms.
"Snap—".
Giyu Tomioka blocked Ichiro's kick and grabbed Obanai Iguro's wrist to pull her up.
The moment Tanjiro was released, he took a few difficult steps forward and shouted loudly in the direction of Sanemi Shinazugawa and Nezuko: "Nezuko!!"
Nezuko Kamado, whose consciousness was gradually fading, suddenly woke up with a start, as the suggestion placed in her mind took the opportunity to pull her thoughts.
Humans are people to be protected and rescued; family members must not be harmed, absolutely must not be harmed...
She closed her eyes and turned her head away, her angry expression leaving even Sanemi Shinazugawa stunned.
"What's wrong?"
"The female ghost turned her head to one side. Although she was stabbed three times by Lord Shinazugawa and her bloody arm was right in front of her, she did not bite anyone."
Kagaya Ubuyashiki's daughter, who was standing next to him, answered his question, which silenced the room.
"Given the current situation, it seems Nezuko won't attack people anymore."
"Tsk..."
Unlike Tanjiro Kamado's happy expression, Sanemi clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction and could only choose to remain silent.
"Snap—".
Obanai Iguro shook off Giyu Tomioka's hand, glanced at Ichiro Tokito, and quickly ripped open the other's collar, from which the purple blade fell.
"!!!"
The sun is deadly to ghosts, and even items created by ghosts are not spared.
Tokito Ichiro reached out and grabbed it, not caring that the blade of the illusory cry had pierced his palm, and used it to shield his hand from the sun.
"Then what should we do if this person, who isn't a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, appears here with demonic items?"
Obanai Iguro's words drew everyone's attention to Ichiro Tokito, who was still clutching the ethereal figure. Blood trickled down Ichiro's wrist, staining his sleeve red, with a few drops falling to the ground.
"Ha, that's true."
Sanemi Shinazugawa came over. After learning about Tanjiro Kamado and Nezuko Kamado's situation, they also learned about the boy who was with an Upper Moon demon.
He reached out and grabbed Tokito Ichiro, trying to snatch the purple blade from his hand. Tokito Ichiro was tightly protected and managed to break free by sweeping his leg. In the process, the ethereal figure slashed his wrist.
Blood continued to gush out, scattering droplets on the ground.
"Ichiro!"
"Tanjiro Kamado called out worriedly, when suddenly, a hand brushed aside Sanemi Shinazugawa's hand and stood in front of Yuichiro Tokito.
"What are you doing, Tokito?"
"..."
The boy blocking their way didn't speak, but simply maintained that position, his eyes, devoid of any emotion, fixed on Shinazugawa Sanemi.
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