As Sanemi approached you, he glided with the same grace he had in his swordsmanship. He appeared ready to harm you at any moment, his fists clenched in fury, and his eyes wide open in anger.

Upon reaching your location, he grasped your wrist in a tight grip, squeezing it tightly.

"You... How dare you!"

His tone was hoarse and husky, accentuated by a devious chuckle. His lips curled into a wide and mischievous grin, conveying his intentions to avenge his humiliation in front of the Hashiras.