Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

Su Mu looked at the setting sun and said, "I've been to Senior Urokodaki's residence and seen that there were more than a dozen warding-off-disaster masks hanging on his house, just like Miss Makomo's. They must have belonged to your former senior brothers and sisters, right?"

“Those were all made by our master himself, in the hope that they would drive away misfortune and gather good fortune for us.”

"But it looks more like a harbinger of disaster."

Su Mu calmly looked at Makomo: "Only after arriving here did I realize that the masks you are all wearing are remarkably similar!"

"What do you mean?"

Makomo frowned.

"Perhaps, there are demons on this mountaintop that specifically hunt down people like you who wear fox masks to ward off disaster? After all, judging from Miss Makomo's strength, I personally think that Miss Makomo's senior brothers and sisters must also be quite strong. But it's impossible for someone with such strong abilities not only to pass the test to become a swordsman, but also to not even survive, right?"

Makomo's body trembled slightly. In fact, not only her, but also her former senior brothers and sisters, and even Sabito, had doubts. Even Master Urokodaki had the same confusion, never thinking that his disciple could not even survive.

But everyone is only looking for problems within themselves.

Perhaps this is the element of having the heart of a strong person.

They only think that they might not have done well, and they only think about how to do better.

Perhaps there were doubts about the assessment at Fujikasayama, but the assessment here has been conducted for hundreds of years, and other swordsmen who participated in the assessment had no problems. Could it be that only Urokodaki's disciple had a problem?

Perhaps they felt that they were just an accident, or perhaps they had no experience facing evil spirits in the wild, or it was the first time they had faced a ghost alone, or they had encountered a ghost attack.

Humans are fragile after all. Excessive blood loss can lead to death, as can a severe injury to a part of the body that is not treated in time, not to mention fatal injuries.

Even the most powerful swordsmen are no exception, not even the 'Pillars'.

Accidents are not uncommon.

but……

Is it really?

One accident after another, one accident after another targeting Master Urokodaki, even Sabito, who was so powerful that he almost wiped out all the demons on the mountaintop, was also caught in such accidents.

"Isn't Miss Makomo here with the intention of investigating everything?"

Su Mu said in a low voice, "Take off the mask, or put it in a very conspicuous place. If there really is a ghost targeting Senior Urokodaki's disciple, it should stop."

Makomo gritted her teeth, hesitated for a moment, and then took off her mask.

She has a delicate and lovely face, long eyelashes, rosy skin, and a beautiful face shape. However, compared to most pretty girls who give off a very attractive vibe, Makomo's beauty is more about giving off a friendly, approachable feeling.

The girl moved with a light and graceful gait, landing on a tree branch like a bird. She then lightly touched the branch, leaped to the top of the tree, and with a slender hand, hung the closed-eye fox mask on the treetop.

A gentle breeze caused the fox mask with its closed eyes and smiling face to sway softly.

Occasionally, a swordsman not far away would look up, see the mask, feel a little strange, and then continue with his own business.

Makomo removed her mask, her petite figure landing beside Su Mu. She looked up at the tall man and asked, "Do you really think it's not our problem?"

"Everyone feels that we have let Urokodaki-sensei down, and some people even think that Urokodaki-sensei is not suitable to be a trainer?"

Why don't you think so?

Su Mu smiled and said, "Most strong people only look for problems within themselves, but there are also some who are not strong, like me, who never look for problems within themselves."

As she spoke, she looked up at the smiling fox mask with its eyes closed at the top of the tree: "I just felt that Miss Makomo is not only beautiful, but also very strong. So how could those who are her senior brothers and sisters be any less capable?"

Am I really that good?

A blush crept onto the girl's cheeks. She wanted to turn her head away, but couldn't help glancing at the man to make sure he was telling the truth.

"Of course, after all, we will have to rely on Ms. Makomo's protection. In my eyes, Ms. Makomo is very admirable."

Su Mu looked down at Makomo, whose cheeks were slightly flushed: "A beautiful and powerful female swordsman."

Makomo was a little embarrassed. She turned her head away, her cheeks unconsciously puffing out, but her hand rested on the hilt of her sword at her waist, and she spoke softly:

"I will protect you."

"Then I'll leave it to you."

"Ah."

I have a question.

"You said."

"If I were a ghost, would you still act this way?"

"Sir, you're joking. How could you possibly be a ghost?"

Makomo shook her head.

"Maybe."

Su Mu looked at the fox mask with its eyes closed swaying on the treetop: "There are too many things in this world that cannot be guaranteed, just like Makomo's senior brother and sister, and that powerful Sabito. Who would have thought that such people would also perish in the small Fujikasane Mountain? They could have become very powerful demon hunters, but they never even took the first step."

"Sir, you're not a ghost."

Makomo shook her head: "Why bother thinking about something that's clearly not true?"

Su Mu smiled but didn't say anything.

Tanjiro, who was standing nearby, heard this and looked at Makomo, who had a confident expression, but hesitated to speak.

However, when Tanjiro's gaze fell on the adults and he thought about the recent changes in the Kamado family, who would have thought that such a good demon really existed in the world?

My lord, actually... you really don't look like a ghost at all.

Chapter 130 We're all the same kind of ghosts, so why don't I chop you up? (4/4 combined)

As Urokodaki Sakonji said, the summit of Mount Fujikaze gets very cold at night.

Fortunately, they had made preparations beforehand, and Su Mu had draped a thick coat over Kanao's body.

Makomo tilted her head, watching Su Mu treat Kanao with such tenderness, then turned her head away, holding her Nichirin Blade in both hands, and looked at the moon that was already hanging in the sky.

The gentle moonlight shone on the girl.

At that moment, Makomo looked at the darkness in the distance and suddenly thought of her senior brother, senior sister, Sabito, and Hiroshi Furukawa, who had hunted demons with her before. They had all been killed by demons.

They were all good people, and they should have lived to a ripe old age, but they were cruelly murdered by ghosts.

She couldn't help but look at Su Mu beside her, watching him considerately put the hood on Kanao, and she also saw Tanjiro looking around warily.

Everyone here is a good person, and if there were no evil spirits, they would surely be very happy. But right now, they all face the threat of ghosts.

In his mind, Su Mu's words just now involuntarily surfaced again: "If I were a demon, would you still act this way?"

Suddenly I realized he's really good at joking.

Why would someone who is clearly a good person put themselves alongside cruel, damned, and hateful ghosts?

These are simply incomparable.

"Roar……"

In the distance, the roars of demons could be heard, accompanied by the faint sounds of fighting.

As night falls, the demons begin their search for food. For the demons who have endured a year of hunger, the swordsmen who have stormed the mountaintop to participate in the assessment are the most delicious food.

Without realizing it, Makomo tightened his grip on the Nichirin Blade.

Can she protect the people around her?

Can she do it well?

Or will she, like her senior brothers and sisters, Sabito, and Hiroshi Furukawa, ultimately die at the hands of demons?

But no matter what

She has to... give it her all.

Gripping the hilt of her Nichirin Blade tightly, Makomo looked at Su Mu: "Next, we'll..."

"Want to grab a drink together?"

Su Mu picked up the wine pot and took a sip.

"You're about to face ghosts, and you still want to drink?"

Makomo frowned her beautiful brows.

“Killing demons should be a very enjoyable thing. Right now, with a beautiful girl like Makomo by my side, wouldn’t it be a bit less enjoyable without fine wine to accompany me?”

Su Mu shrugged, took another sip, and then tossed the wine jug to Makomo.

Makomo took the sake bottle, slightly dazed. Drinking at such a crucial moment was not in her nature, and besides, she had never drunk alcohol before.

In the past, I probably wouldn't have tried, but thinking that if I failed the test, I would probably perish in this Vine Mountain and become food for evil spirits, wouldn't it be a great pity if I never even drank any wine?

So, after a slight hesitation, Makomo picked up the sake bottle and took a small sip.

The strong liquor burned her throat, causing Makomo to cough repeatedly, and her delicate face flushed slightly.

I feel... a little tipsy.

After seeing Makomo take a sip, Tanjiro gripped his axe tightly and looked at Makomo with some anticipation.

Makomo intended to hand the sake bottle to Tanjiro, but just as she was about to hand it over, she unconsciously placed it on the rim of the bottle. Looking at the remaining sake stains on the rim, she inexplicably recalled her own lips touching the rim of the bottle, and then she remembered that Su Mu had also used this sake bottle to drink.

So, as if possessed, he retrieved the wine jug and hung it on his waist.

Tanjiro was already preparing to take the sake bottle, but it was taken back, and he stood there stunned for a moment.

The girl's face was flushed, perhaps from the alcohol, but she explained softly, "I'm about to face a ghost, drinking will only make things worse."

Tanjiro was very confused. "You've already drunk it, so why is it that when it's my turn, it's considered that drinking will cause trouble?"

"Then can I have another sip?"

Su Mu spoke at this moment.

"No."

Makomo shook her head, and seeing Su Mu staring at her, she turned her head away: "After the Fujishiyama assessment, I'll have a good drink with you."

As she spoke, Makomo looked up at the bright moon in the sky and finished her sentence: if she could survive.

Seeing that Makomo truly refused him, Su Mu couldn't help but sigh, "Not only is she a powerful and beautiful female swordsman, but she's also a domineering one, not even letting me drink alcohol."

"Even though Ms. Makomo is beautiful and powerful, does that mean she can do whatever she wants?"