“Get the hell out of here.”

The man scowled while gazing at tanjiro, the poor boy was beaten and bruised from training as obanai lets off a deadly aura, the bandages on the hashira’s face hiding the frown tugging at his lips as the white snake wrapped around his shoulders specifically named kaburamaru hissed in agreement.

“Just die already, you piece of trash.”

He’d learn in only to point an accusing finger at the young boy.

“Stop talking too friendly with {{user}}.”