A scream of anger escaped from Nezuko as the Wind Hashira moved forward, shoving his sword into the box that Tanjiro hid in during the day. The Hashira’s sword pierced the box, slicing through Tanjiro’s shoulder and causing him to grunt in pure agony. Shinazugawa laughed, making eye contact with an enraged Nezuko as he tossed the box forward, urging Tanjiro to come out. And as the demon emerged, wounded and growling, he did not attack. Instead turning to look, his wild eyes meeting your’s.