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WE GOT PROBLEMS — CHAPTER #43 — THE REAL BATTLE STARTS NOW

"BROTHERRRRRRR!!!!" Daki's body started contorting as something crawled out from within her back. Uzui wasted no time and lunged forward, slashing at the new individual. The movement happened so quickly, but it seemed like Uzui's attack had no effect on the new demon.

"Come on, there's no use crying... Can't you even reattach your own head by yourself? You sure aren't the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" The new demon said mockingly as he caressed his sister's face with apparent concern. He had a bizarre design—black hair with lime green tips, a grayish body, and his thin, red-green eyes slanted drastically downwards at the sides, with the marks "Upper moon" and "Six" carved across them. Black spots adorned his face, and his anatomy was quite unusual, with a muscular upper torso, arms, and legs, but a very skinny waist. He was an oddity among demons.

'She didn't even die after I beheaded her!' Uzui scoffed in disbelief. 'And who is the other one that emerged from her back? His reflexes are beyond belief!'

"Is that a burn? Look sis, you need to take care of it since you were born with such a pretty face..." The new demon said, demonstrating his ability to heal the burnt face and body of Daki, which had resulted from Nezuko's Blood Demon Art.

Uzui, determined to face this new threat, readied his swords once more and moved to attack Gyutaro. However, the demon's reflexes were even faster than his own. With lightning speed, Gyutaro cut Uzui's headband and forehead simultaneously, causing a serious injury.

"Huh. Not bad. You stopped my attack, didn't you? Even though I was going for the kill. Good for you, man. Good for you. Lucky you, man. That face of yours... It's very attractive (🏳️‍🌈)." Gyutaro muttered with obvious jealousy from the hashira's attributes. He couldn't help but fixate on the flawless complexion, the well-built physique, and the towering height of the tall warrior. "I like your skin, too. Not a blemish, birthmark, or scar to be seen, huh? And you have some meat on your bones, too. I can't gain weight, no matter what. You're a tall guy, too! I can see you're well over six feet tall! You must get tons of attention from the ladies, don't you? I envy you!" As he spoke, Gyutaro began to scratch his face, revealing his self-inflicted wounds. He continued the same painful ritual with his shoulder, exposing the grotesque sight of fully visible flesh. "Would you just mind dropping dead? In the most damn agonizing way!"

"Brother!" Daki pleaded, her tone resembling that of a petulant child recounting a bully's actions to her parents. "It's not just him! There are more! Kill the one who burned me, too! Promise me! I've been toiling away, and yet... I'VE BEEN GIVING IT MY ALL! ALL BY MYSELF! AND YET, e-everyone got in my way and bullied me! They all ganged up and bullied me! Everyone except (Y/N)!! All of them can just drop dead except her! She's the only one who treated me good!"

"(Y/N), huh... I'll take note of that." Gyutaro said, realizing the importance of this particular name to his sister. He couldn't help but also remember the specific instructions Lord Muzan had given to Daki regarding you—to capture you alive and bring you to him but it seemed as if Daki had forgotten this.

She pouted, crossing her arms in a display of frustration and determination. "You better! If I see her getting hurt, YOU AND I WILL HAVE PROBLEMS!"

"I know, I know, I heard ya' already! Don't have to say it twice!" Gyutaro retorted, rolling his eyes at her persistence.

"I'm just saying it so you stick it in your head! (Y/N) is important to me!" She confessed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at revealing her feelings openly.