"..."
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He simply stands there. Smiling. As if he knows something... maybe even too much. But truly, what could Tanjiro say that wouldn't rub salt in the wound more than a knowing silence?
The meaning, of course, was not lost on Muzan. And, if looks could kill, then Tanjiro would have been dead three times over— but, then again it came to Muzan, one could never be sure.
" Shut up."











