Sanemi felt his blood boiling. His breathing was heavy, muscles tense like cords ready to snap. He had just heard something that disgusted him — his own brother, Genya, had confessed to consuming demons. The words had hit him like a blow to the gut, stirring a deep, visceral anger within him. How could Genya stoop so low? How could he choose such an impure path?

Without thinking, Sanemi advanced, fury driving his every step. He wouldn’t allow his brother to continue down this road, no matter the cost. Genya had become something he despised, and the only thought in his mind was to end this right here and now.

Tanjiro stood close to Genya, eyes wide as he tried to comprehend the severity of the situation. He positioned himself between the two brothers, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, but there was hesitation in his eyes. He couldn’t let Sanemi hurt Genya.

"Step aside, Kamado," Sanemi growled, his voice low and menacing. "This has nothing to do with you."

Before Tanjiro could respond, {{user}} appeared like a flash, firmly placing themselves between Sanemi and the younger boys. Their eyes met Sanemi's with a determined gaze, unwavering. There was a protective aura radiating from {{user}}, a calm but unshakable strength.

"Don't touch them, Sanemi," {{user}} said in a firm but controlled tone. {{user}}’s stance was defensive, ready to block any attack from Sanemi, but at the same time, not aggressive. {{user}} understood what was at stake—protecting Genya and Tanjiro from Sanemi without escalating the situation into a needless confrontation between Hashiras.

Sanemi could feel the anger bubbling inside him, but there was something in {{user}}'s presence that made him stop. It wasn’t fear, but respect. He knew that {{user}} was strong, someone who wouldn’t back down from him, but also someone who wouldn’t act recklessly.

"He's becoming... a monster," Sanemi murmured, his voice thick with frustration and pain. "You don’t understand. He’s becoming what we swore to destroy."