Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

"Do you know how selfish you are to do this?"

"Selfishly doing what you think is right, selfishly thinking you are doing something noble, selfishly thinking you are doing the right thing, never thinking about whether those who care about you will be sad because of your departure, never thinking about their feelings."

"You people are really... really selfish."

Faced with such a severe reprimand, Su Mu couldn't help but reach out and scratch his head.

After venting her frustrations, Makomo realized that she wasn't actually referring to the other person, but rather that the other person's situation reminded her of her senior brothers and sisters, Sabito, and herself.

Whether it's senior brothers and sisters, or Sabito, or even myself, we're all doing the same thing.

"Feel sorry."

Makomo bowed slightly and said, "I'm sorry to suddenly say such serious things to you, but please think more about yourself. The people you care about actually care about you more than you care about yourself. Please think more about them."

"Someone who cares about me?"

Su Mu stood there, not feeling much empathy. If there was anyone who cared about him, it was probably only Kanao. As for the so-called Kamado family, would they really care about him?

After all, the Kamado family truly knew their own demon identity. Everything they did was simply succumb to their threats, either for their older brother, their younger brother, or their mother.

In reality, these people are probably more afraid of him than anything else. They might even think they wish this ghost would die.

"Please take better care of yourself and don't let the pursuit of ghosts cause you to overlook the most beautiful things around you."

Makomo bent down once more, glanced at the figure standing there, and turned to leave.

A gentle breeze ruffled the girl's black hair, which fell onto the smiling fox mask with its eyes closed.

As Makomo walked, past the boulder, she vaguely saw the figures of her senior brothers and sisters. She saw their selfishness, their selfish departure, without considering her sorrow or her master's sorrow. Now, she herself was walking on the same selfish path.

She looked at the moon in the pitch-black night, and unconsciously reached out her hand, as if to touch the cold, desolate moonlight shining down: "I... have also walked the path of selfishness!"

"If I really leave, my beloved Master Urokodaki, please forgive me."

"It's all my fault."

………………

Su Mu watched Makomo's petite figure leave and shook his head. He had only come to go with Makomo to 'Fujishi Mountain', but he was scolded. He felt somewhat confused.

"Are you on your period? Why are you so irritable?"

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, and without giving it much thought, he prepared to go back.

He had only taken a few steps when Kanao's figure suddenly appeared, her light footsteps nimbly landing in his shadow.

Su Mu turned around and glanced at the girl. The girl, whose figure was hidden in the shadows, looked up at him with her pinkish-purple eyes.

He smiled at Kanao; the only one who truly cared about this demon was Kanao.

"gone."

He gently patted the girl's head.

He hadn't walked far before he returned to his newly built house and opened the door.

"Sir, you're back."

Hearing the noise at the door, the woman, still wearing an apron, quickly walked over, took out slippers from the shelf by the door, and neatly placed them in front of him.

Su Mu was slightly stunned. After hesitating for a moment, he still lifted his foot.

With the help of Kamado Himawari, they took off their shoes and put on more comfortable slippers.

He couldn't help but glance at Kamado Hime again. At that moment, the woman smoothed her disheveled hair and helped Kanao change into cleaner little shoes.

After doing all this, Kamado Aoi stood up, stepped aside, placed her small hands on her lower abdomen, and bent slightly at the waist, her posture very serene.

Shaking his head, Su Mu was somewhat unaccustomed to some of the local customs.

Upon entering the house, Su Mu discovered that the room, which had only been built a short time ago and was quite dirty and messy, had been cleaned very thoroughly. In the corner of the room, there was a wooden bucket with a mop still on it, indicating that the mop had been busy in the room while he was away.

Seemingly sensing that he was being watched, he couldn't help but turn his head. The curtain of the room next to him was swaying, and he vaguely saw a delicate face suddenly turn away.

It should be Nezuko.

"Sir, would you like something to eat?"

"Um, is there any food left?"

Su Mu squatted on the mat in the living room and casually replied that as a ghost, he would not feel hungry even if he did not eat for a long time, but perhaps he had been deeply hungry before. When he had nothing to do, he still liked to eat something.

"The red bean porridge that Nezuko made for her husband has been cooking all along."

"Red bean porridge!"

Su Mu was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, sir. Nezuko said that you said it was a bit too sweet last time, so this time she added less konpeito and was worried that it wouldn't suit your taste."

"Uh, really?"

Su Mu scratched his head, not really remembering these things, but there should have been such an incident. He didn't expect Nezuko to remember it so clearly.

"Then I'd be grateful if Madam Kuizhi could give me a bowl."

After saying that, he turned to look at Kanao: "Where's Kanao?"

"Just like my uncle."

The girl's voice was soft.

"Sir, Kanao, please wait a moment."

Zao Men Kui Zhi nodded and quickly left. Soon after, she returned with two bowls of red bean porridge.

Su Mu and Kanao each held a bowl and ate slowly.

Kamado Kui-e did not leave, but instead busied herself nearby with needle and thread, presumably working on the clothes that had been torn by the tree branch a few days ago.

He glanced at it and then looked away.

"Sir, how's the taste? Would it be better if it wasn't so sweet?"

While busy with needlework, Kui-chi from the stove looked up and asked with concern.

"It's okay, I quite like eating it."

Su Mu replied.

"What about Kanao?"

Kamado Kui looked at the girl next to her.

"I'm the same as my uncle."

As always, Kanao followed her uncle's lead, but after a slight hesitation, she lowered her head and said softly, "It would be even better if it were a little sweeter."

Su Mu turned his head and looked at Kanao, which was a rare occurrence for Kanao to express her own opinion.

Kanao was unaware of these things. Seeing her uncle looking at her, she also looked up at him.

"I'll make you something sweet next time."

Su Mu patted Kanao's head, somewhat pleased.

Kanao didn't know why her uncle was happy, but since he was happy, she smiled happily too.

Kamado Aoi finished sewing the last piece of clothing, while noting down the two's preferences. Kanao especially liked sweet foods, while her husband had a more unique palate. He wasn't usually picky, but he seemed to really like spicy food. She needed to talk to Nezuko about this so that she would pay attention to it in the future.

After the two finished eating, Kamado Aoi also stepped forward to clear away the dishes, but she did not leave immediately. Instead, she stood there hesitantly.

"Does Madam Kui have something to say?"

Su Mu was somewhat surprised.

Kamado Aoi was visibly nervous: "Yes... there are some things."

"Please speak."

"Sir, are you... going out in a few days?"

As she spoke, Kamado Aoi unconsciously gripped her clothes, her eyes filled with apprehension.

"Are you worried about Tanjiro's safety? Don't worry, under normal circumstances, Tanjiro will be fine."

Su Mu gave an explanation.

He thought that after his explanation, Kamado Aoi would feel a little more at ease and leave, but she didn't. She remained standing there, biting her lip slightly.

"Is there anything else?"

He was somewhat surprised. If he wasn't allowed to leave with Tanjiro, he would really be angry. He had already planned out the path Tanjiro would take in the future, and he had to follow the path he had set out for him.

"Ah."

Kamado Aoi looked at him nervously, and when she saw his bad expression, she became even more nervous.

"Go ahead."

He tapped the table with his fingers, his eyes slightly closed, wondering if he had been too kind to the Kamado family lately, leading them to mistakenly believe that he was really that easy to talk to.

I also forgot

His true identity.

Kamado Aoi hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth slightly, and bravely raised her eyes: "Not only Tanjiro... but also... please take care of yourself, sir."

As she spoke, the woman lowered her head: "Everyone... cares about you."

Su Mu opened his eyes, a hint of crimson hidden beneath his dark pupils staring at the gentle woman with her head bowed before him, finding it somewhat amusing.

The whole family knew he was a ghost!

He stared at the kitchen mound for a long while before finally revealing a smile, his tone flat: "I understand. It's getting late, Mrs. Mound, you should go back and rest early too."

"Please... please make sure you take care of yourself, sir."

Kamado Kuiji bowed again, and seeing that the master seemed completely unconcerned about everyone's worries, she lowered her head and retreated somewhat dejectedly.

After the kitchen radish left, Su Mu raised his somewhat deep eyes and gently tapped his fingers on the table.

Beside her, Kanao raised her pinkish-purple eyes and quietly looked at her uncle.

"What's wrong with Uncle?"

"nothing."