socalfunplaces Chapter 107 Test
Chapter 107 Test
Sanemi Shinazugawa's words instantly brought the atmosphere in the courtyard to a standstill, leaving everyone present shocked.
Shinobu Kocho's gentle smile vanished instantly, and she stepped forward to stop him.
"Mr. Sanemi, you mustn't! This is far too reckless!"
The white snake coiled around Obanai's neck flicked its tongue slightly as he spoke coldly, his voice carrying an undeniable calmness.
"The sun is blazing outside right now; there's no way he could possibly get out of the box."
Kanroji Mitsuri covered her mouth tightly with both hands, her beautiful eyes filled with panic, and whispered.
"Isn't this too dangerous? What if something happens...?"
"Danger?"
Shinazugawa Sanemi let out a cold laugh, his crimson eyes churning with extreme hatred for demons.
"If he really can't resist the temptation of human blood, I can just kill him on the spot and eliminate any future trouble, wouldn't that save me from all the trouble later!"
"What do you want to do!"
With eyes blazing red, Mizuko roared at Shinazugawa Sanemi. Just as she tried to get up, her wrist was slammed to the ground by a tremendous force—it was Obanai Iguro.
"You have no right to speak here."
Obanai Iguro's voice was icy, and his palm gripped Mizuko's shoulders and neck tightly, pressing her down onto the bluestone floor.
"Just watch quietly. If your brother dares to hurt anyone, I'll chop you up right now."
The cold force gripped her neck, making it difficult for Midouzi to breathe, and her cheeks instantly turned red.
Seeing that Obanai Iguro's strength was increasing, Shinobu Kocho frowned and tried to dissuade him.
"Mr. Iguro, you're too strong, she can't breathe."
"Don't worry, you won't die." Obanai Iguro said indifferently, showing no sign of letting up.
The rest of the pillars stood silently to the side, none of them uttering a word, their gazes fixed intently on everything before them, each with a different expression.
Giyu Tomioka's hands, hanging by his sides, clenched quietly, his dark blue eyes fixed on Mizuko's flushed face.
"My lord, please step back for a moment."
Shinazugawa Sanemi turned around and bowed to Ubuyashiki Kagaya, his tone unusually respectful.
Kagaya Ubuyashiki nodded slightly and, supported by his attendants, slowly retreated to the side of the courtyard. He did not stop him, knowing that Tanjiro had to overcome this hurdle on his own.
Seeing his lord step back, Shinazugawa Sanemi bent down, grabbed the handle of the wooden box, and with a sudden burst of strength, flung the heavy box directly into a dark, windowless room. The box crashed against the wooden door with a loud bang.
"You got off easy; at least you weren't left to die in the sun."
He cursed under his breath and strode toward the dark room.
As soon as Mizuko watched the wooden crate being thrown into the house, every nerve in her body tensed like a bowstring, and she tried with all her might to break free from Obanai Iguro's control.
The more she struggled, the harder Obanai Iguro pressed against her neck, and the suffocating pain almost swallowed her whole.
"mean!"
Mizuko gritted her teeth and squeezed out two words, her eyes fixed on Shinazugawa Sanemi's back.
Shinazugawa Sanemi ignored him, merely letting out a cold laugh. The moment he stepped into the dark room, he swung his green-glowing Nichirin Blade, the blade tearing through the wooden planks of the crate with a piercing tearing sound.
Inside the wooden box, Tanjiro was curled up, shrinking himself into a corner.
"Hey kid, look at me."
Sanemi Shinazugawa looked down at him, the scars on his face appearing even more grotesque in the dim light, and the murderous intent emanating from him was so intense that it almost materialized.
Tanjiro slowly raised his head, met his gaze, and his heart sank.
His hatred for ghosts was ingrained in his very bones...
He could clearly sense the undisguised killing intent emanating from Shinazugawa Sanemi, and instantly understood what the other party wanted to do.
He pressed himself tightly against the inside of the wooden box, shrinking himself even more.
[I cannot move, absolutely not. Nezuko, Mr. Urokodaki, Mr. Giyu… For their sake, I cannot afford to make any mistakes!]
He suppressed his worry for Midouzi, even deliberately breathing softly, wanting only to quietly hide in the box and endure this deliberate harassment.
But this forbearance was seen as cowardly escapism by Sanemi Shinazugawa.
Seeing that Tanjiro was hiding and couldn't come out, his anger intensified. He kicked the wooden box hard, and the force of the kick caused the box to overturn and the wooden planks to shatter.
"Come out! Look at me!"
"elder brother!"
Hearing the loud noise, the little bean in the courtyard felt a tightness in its chest. It struggled to lift its head, its gaze fixed on the direction of the dark room, its voice hoarse and broken from the strangulation on its neck.
Tanjiro, who was originally huddled in the wooden box, had his restraint shattered the moment he heard Nezuko's almost heart-wrenching cry.
He could no longer care about anything else; he abruptly lifted the broken wooden planks, wanting to rush out and check on his sister.
But as soon as he leaned out, a chilling green light appeared before him—it was Sanemi Shinazugawa's Nichirin Blade.
Tanjiro looked up and met Shinazugawa Sanemi's eyes, which were full of mockery and murderous intent.
What is he planning to do...?
The thought had barely formed when Shinazugawa Sanemi flicked his wrist, and the blade of his Nichirin Blade instantly sliced across his arm, causing bright red blood to gush out and drip to the ground.
"He..." Tanjiro's pupils contracted sharply, filled with astonishment.
But the next second, an extremely strong fragrance wafted into his nostrils, a scent more alluring than anything else.
Tanjiro already possessed a sense of smell far beyond that of ordinary people, and after transforming into a demon, it became several times more acute.
Sanemi Shinazugawa has a rare blood type, and his blood is several times more alluring to demons than that of ordinary human blood.
The fragrance seemed to have a life of its own, drawing out the demonic nature within him and instantly captivating him.
His body tensed uncontrollably, a low whimper escaped his throat, and the demon blood within him surged wildly, the craving for human blood overwhelming him like a tidal wave, instantly drowning out his reason.
It smells so good... I want some...
Only this one thought remained in my mind, and everything before my eyes became blurry, except for that bleeding arm, which was particularly glaring in the dim light.
"Despicable! What kind of person are you to do this?!"
When Nezuko saw the crimson surging in Tanjiro's eyes and the trembling of his body, she instantly understood what had happened, and she struggled frantically.
"What's so special about it?"
Sanemi Shinazugawa glanced at Nezuko in the courtyard, then turned back, coldly smiling as he held his bleeding arm up to Tanjiro's face.
"If he can really control himself, then even if it's my rare blood, he should be able to endure it."
As he spoke, he extended his arm forward again, and bright red blood dripped onto Tanjiro's hand.
The scalding temperature and enticing aroma almost completely shattered Tanjiro's reason.
"Come on, you ugly demon!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa's voice was filled with extreme sarcasm.
"Isn't this the blood you wanted? For this blood, you'd even disregard your own family. What kind of self-control are you talking about?"
The pillars in the courtyard held their breath, their eyes fixed on the direction of the dark room, their expressions filled with tension and anticipation.
They wanted to see Tanjiro stay true to himself, but they also had a feeling that a demon was still a demon and could never resist the temptation of rare blood.
Only Giyu Tomioka made a move when everyone's attention was focused on the dark room.
He moved slowly, using the greenery in the courtyard as cover, and silently walked up behind Obanai Iguro. His dark blue eyes held an undisguised coldness.
"Brother...brother!"
Midouzi's voice rang out again, hoarse and almost inaudible, yet carrying a power that penetrated everything.
She mustered all her strength and slowly propped herself up, the veins on her neck bulging.
Even Obanai Iguro couldn't help but be surprised that this seemingly frail girl possessed such astonishing strength.
That hoarse shout, like a thunderclap, exploded in Tanjiro's mind.
He suddenly snapped out of his intoxication with human blood, his muddled gaze gradually focusing. Following the sound, he saw Mizuko being pinned to the ground by Obanai Iguro.
Her cute little face was flushed red, and the finger marks on her neck were clearly visible. Her clear eyes were filled with pain and anxiety.
At that moment, the restless demon blood within him seemed to be doused with cold water, and the craving for human blood vanished abruptly, replaced by overwhelming rage.
Amidst the astonished gazes of the Pillars, Tanjiro's curled-up body began to slowly stretch and grow, gradually returning to its original size.
The flame-shaped ghost mark on his forehead became even clearer as his emotions surged.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes, which had just been stained with bloodlust, now only held cold rage.
He stared intently at Obanai Iguro in the courtyard, then glanced at Sanemi Shinazugawa, who was sitting in the dark room with a mocking expression.
"What...what did you do to my sister?!"
(Tomorrow, I'll overcome the sunlight in three seconds!)