NOVEL WEB Chapter 94: DSWS: Chapter 94
"On Muichiro Tokito's Coldness"
"You're quite weak," Muichiro Tokito said, his tone devoid of sarcasm, looking at Tanjiro, who was doubled over on the ground, retching. "It's surprising you even joined the Demon Slayer Corps."
He sensed a strange aura emanating from the box on Tanjiro's back.
"Hmm? That box feels strange… a demonic aura. What's inside? Let me see." He reached for the box, but Tanjiro swatted his hand away.
"Don't touch it!" Tanjiro said, his voice laced with a threat.
A sharp pain shot through Muichiro's hand. Looking down, he found the masked child gone, leaving only the haori they'd been wearing.
He then noticed the child had been snatched away without his knowledge. This didn't faze him; he showed no emotion.
"Are you alright?" Tanjiro asked, supporting the child.
The child showed no gratitude for being saved, believing Tanjiro's intentions were the same as Muichiro's.
He shrugged off Tanjiro's hand and shouted, "Let go of me! I won't give you the key! Even under torture, you won't get it! Using it again will break it!"
Muichiro said calmly, "Have you undergone torture training? Even adults can't withstand it, let alone a child. You're incredibly naive."
"Even if it breaks, we can make a new one. Do you know how many people have died at the hands of demons while you're having this childish tantrum? Hindering a Hashira's actions is equivalent to murdering innocents."
"Your time is insignificant compared to a Hashira's. Use your head! You swordsmiths can't fight or save people; you're useless except for forging weapons."
Muichiro extended his hand towards the child. "I'm finished. Give me the key. Understand your position. You're not a baby anymore."
The child, frightened, took a step back, trembling.
But Tanjiro swatted Muichiro's hand away again.
"What are you doing?" Muichiro asked, showing no anger.
"I hate what you're doing!" Tanjiro shouted. "It's… inhumane! What you said is mostly true; logically, you're right. But swordsmiths perform crucial work!"
"They possess skills different from swordsmen! Without their Nichirin Blades, swordsmen would be helpless against demons! Swordsmen and swordsmiths are interdependent; neither can exist without the other! Both fight their own battles in different ways!"
The child, hidden behind a tree, was moved by Tanjiro's words.
Muichiro remained unmoved. "Sorry, I don't have time for your pointless speech."
He swung his hand to incapacitate Tanjiro, but a strong hand seized his arm, halting his movement.
It was Aoki, who had been slowly approaching. If Muichiro hadn't been about to strike, he would have let Tanjiro continue his speech.
Tanjiro's speech was surprisingly effective, reminiscent of a certain blonde-haired character. Tanjiro truly was the protagonist.
Tanjiro, stunned by Muichiro's sudden stop, was drenched in cold sweat, his breathing and heart racing.
He was terrified. If Aoki hadn't intervened, Muichiro would have knocked him unconscious. If the child refused to hand over the key, he couldn't imagine what Muichiro would do—not kill him, but inflict unbearable pain for a child his age.
"Muichiro, you seem like a good kid, but why do you keep hitting people?" Aoki said, gripping Muichiro's arm.
Muichiro looked at Aoki, expressionless, for a moment.
"Who are you?"
Aoki: Silence.
"You… you… you don't know me?" Aoki was surprised. Muichiro's tone was genuine, not sarcastic—he truly didn't recognize him?
Seriously? Everyone calls me a hero for killing an Upper Moon, but you don't know me?
"No. You look familiar, like I've seen you somewhere, but I don't remember," Muichiro shook his head.
Aoki: Silence.
"I'm Aoki, the Devouring Hashira, Aoki! You don't know me? You just praised Hashira, saying their time is like gold compared to ordinary people's dirt, and now you say you don't know me, a Hashira? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Aoki was getting anxious. He hated it when people who should know him didn't, and he assumed they did.
It was one thing if they were pretending; Muichiro genuinely didn't know him.
Watching Aoki argue with Muichiro about recognition, Tanjiro's eyes widened.
"Aoki-senpai, your social anxiety is acting up again."
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