Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

Spirit +0.1

The surging power within him made Su Mu's eyes shine even brighter, and the crimson hidden deep within his dark pupils grew even more intense.

Makomo landed on her toes and stood beside Su Mu. Her eyes were filled with doubt as she looked at Su Mu, feeling that he was becoming increasingly dangerous to her.

Feeling that someone was watching him, Su Mu turned his head, his dark eyes, hidden deep within the crimson, also looking at Makomo.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

As a girl, Makomo was clearly unable to bear it. She turned her head away, her face slightly flushed, and unconsciously reached out to smooth the non-existent stray hairs on her forehead.

"So far, no ghost has shown any interest in that mask. Does a ghost that hunts down the master's disciples really exist here?"

Who knows?

Su Mu looked up at the closed-eyed fox mask swaying in the air, and knew clearly in his heart that if the Hand Demon saw this mask, he would definitely come immediately because of his obsession with the Urokodaki disciples.

"Boom..."

The ground shook, and in the distance came the sound of trees breaking.

Makomo's hand unconsciously rested on the hilt of the sword at her waist, and Su Mu also looked up into the distance and saw the enormous demon.

Hand ghost.

It's a demon with blood demon magic; if it were to be devoured, its own strength would likely increase even further.

"How can such a powerful evil spirit exist here?"

Looking at the enormous size of the Hand Demon in the distance, Makomo's mouth gaped slightly. Such a powerful demon should not have appeared here at all.

“I smell it… I can smell the scent of Urokodaki disciples.”

"I'm really looking forward to it. I hope it won't be as troublesome as that flesh-haired boy last time. I wonder what it will taste like to swallow Urokodaki's disciple this time. But, that boy last time, he tasted really good. His muscles were very firm, and the taste was truly unforgettable..."

As it ran, the Hand Demon's enormous size crushed the surrounding trees, and it muttered under its breath.

As the evil spirit walked, it kept talking to itself, and its voice clearly carried to the surroundings.

Some of this also reached Makomo's ears.

The girl clenched her teeth.

"So, the one who ate the pitiful rabbit was the evil spirit right in front of me."

"Unforgivable."

Makomo pressed her hand against the hilt of the sword at her waist, her beautiful eyes filled with a chilling killing intent amidst her pain.

Soon, the Hand Demon rushed over, extending a tentacle that swept the closed-eyed fox mask from the treetop right in front of it.

"It smells like a Urokodaki disciple..."

The Hand Demon muttered under its breath, "Why is there only a mask? Could it have been eaten by other demons? How could he be so useless? Urokodaki, how could your disciple be so useless!"

"Why won't I eat it?! I should be eating it!"

Hand Demon roared loudly and quickly noticed Su Mu and the others by the campfire, and even more so, Makomo, whose face was full of murderous intent.

"Hey, have you guys seen the person wearing this mask? Have you seen her?"

The Hand Demon raised one of its tentacles and asked Su Mu and the others a question.

But immediately, the Hand Ghost tilted its head slightly, looking curious: "Everyone else is terrified of me. Just now, a black-haired, blue-eyed man was so scared that he abandoned his companion and fled in panic. Why aren't you afraid of me?"

"Are you so scared that you can't walk?"

"Look, this pretty little girl is so scared she's crying. How interesting, how interesting."

The Hand Demon's two tentacles clapped in the air, looking quite joyful.

"Why, why..."

Makomo walked towards the demon, tears streaming down her face: "Was it you who killed Sabito?"

"I've killed too many people, I don't know which one you're referring to as Sabito."

"A fox mask with open eyes."

Makomo gritted her teeth.

"Oh, you mean that boy from last time! I remember him, he was really good. It's a pity, a pity, he had a good chance of beating me, but unfortunately, he didn't have the strength."

"Do you know how firm his muscles are? Do you know how delicious they are to bite into? He's more delicious than any of the previous Urokodaki disciples. The juices from his flesh burst in your mouth, the flavor is simply amazing..."

"Unforgivable, unforgivable."

Makomo gritted her teeth, tilted her head back, and looked at the Hand Demon: "The mask in your hand is mine."

"what!"

The demon exclaimed in surprise, then exclaimed with delight, "Amazing! Amazing! This time, Urokodaki's disciple is a girl who looks incredibly delicious. Her flesh looks really good, and her skin is so tender. She'll definitely taste wonderful..."

"Quick, put on this mask."

With a flick of its tentacle, the mask flew toward Makomo.

Makomo reached out and caught the flying mask. With tears in her eyes, she put on the smiling fox mask with her eyes closed, as if she were wearing the expectation her teacher had before leaving.

"Haha, this is the mask. Wow, it fits the body perfectly. Every mask Urokodaki wears fits his apprentices so well. The carving technique is superb, superb. It's almost identical to Urokodaki's Tengu mask. It feels so familiar, like I'm seeing Urokodaki again."

“Every time I eat someone wearing a mask, it feels like I’m eating Urokodaki.”

"Jie Jie..."

The Hand Ghost laughed loudly, as if recalling the past.

"Were all the senior brothers and sisters eaten by you? Why are you targeting us?"

Makomo gripped her sword, her eyes fixed on the gigantic hand demon, tears streaming down her face, glistening and clear.

"Should we eat them all? Probably."

The Hand Demon fell into thought, while tentacles extended one after another: "One, two... ten, eleven..."

"I can't remember, I can't remember."

"But it's alright. Just thinking about Urokodaki hearing the news of his disciple's death will surely make him very sad, haha, he'll be very sad."

"Imagine Urokodaki's expression when he hears of his disciple's death. It would be so beautiful and wonderful. I really want to see it! It would be so exciting."

"As for why I'm targeting you, it's all because of Urokodaki. He's the one who locked me up here, you know? I've been locked up here for decades, only getting one meal a year. Do you know how pitiful that was? It's all because of Urokodaki! I'm just getting my revenge. If you want to blame someone, blame your master, Urokodaki!"

"You should blame your master."

"He's the one who killed you all."

Makomo drew her Nichirin Blade, its blade radiating a chilling aura in the moonlight. The girl's voice was choked with sobs: "This is absolutely not the teacher's fault."

"Ha ha……"

Hand Demon clapped his hands and laughed: "Every disciple of Urokodaki says the same thing, and every disciple loves their master so much."

"Hahaha……"

"But everyone who loved Urokodaki so much died because of him. It's really... wonderful. If Urokodaki knew, he would be so happy, so incredibly happy."

Makomo didn't say anything more. The coldness in her eyes was as cold as ice. The girl lowered her head and spoke very softly, as if it had no strength at all, but it penetrated into the surroundings and carried the girl's resolute heart.

"I will...end all of this."

"The sorrow that ends it all..."

As the light voice faded, the girl's figure vanished from the spot, leaving behind afterimages in the air. When she reappeared, she was suspended in mid-air.

The ghost unconsciously raised its head.

A huge silver moon hangs high in the sky.

Against the backdrop of a bright moon, a young girl holds a blade in her hand, her jet-black hair flowing freely. She raises her Nichirin Blade, its blade azure blue.

"Water Breathing. Seventh Form: Shizuku Ripple Strike"

Chapter 133 Is this the kind of person Miss Makomo sees? (Part 2/4)

"Water Breathing. Seventh Form: Shizuku Ripple Strike"

Makomo's movements were not only agile, but incredibly fast. In Teki's incredulous gaze, the Nichirin Blade sliced ​​through the cold blade and, before Teki could react, had already struck Teki's neck.

"clang!"

Ordinary demons, when their necks are slashed by a swordsman's Nichirin Blade, have no other option but to die.

But at this moment, the sharp blade struck the hand demon's neck, but the expected scene of flesh and blood separating did not occur. It was as if the blade was not striking flesh and blood, but striking hard rock, only cutting a slightly deeper mark on it.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

A piercing sound of air being torn apart exploded in Makomo's ears without warning. The grotesque, lumpy tentacles of the Hand Demon, like an enraged venomous python, swept towards Makomo with terrifying speed, tearing through the air with a muffled whistle.

While Makomo was shocked by the hardness of the Hand Demon's neck, she nimbly leaped and twirled among the giant tentacles, like a nimble bird. Despite the countless tentacles surrounding and attacking her, they never touched the hem of the girl's clothes.

"Water Breathing. First Form: Water Surface Slash"

The girl exhaled, landing on a tentacle. In an instant, her Nichirin Blade sliced ​​the tentacle in two. As the other two tentacles approached, she nimbly retreated far away, her eyes filled with shock as she stared at the Hand Demon.

It's completely...completely impossible to split open the ghost's neck.

"Heh heh... That's the look in his eyes, the look that will soon turn to despair. I remember that flesh-haired boy, that boy who had no strength left, finally managed to seize an opportunity and slash at my neck, but he couldn't cut it open..."

"The scene of that boy's despair seems to be right before my eyes."

"Jie Jie..."

The Hand Demon laughed loudly: "That must be the Sacred Rabbit you mentioned, right? Do you know how much pain it was in? So much pain..."

Makomo gritted her teeth, nimbly dodging a slashing tentacle. She listened to the demon's words, but her mind wavered, and she couldn't help but recall the scene of Sabito being cruelly harmed by the demon in front of her.

Although I know I shouldn't be thinking about these things while fighting, the image of Sabito's cruel death inevitably surfaced in my mind as the Hand Demon described it.

It makes a young girl's heart restless and her breathing disordered.

"Bang bang bang..."

Tentacles slammed down, but the girl nimbly dodged them. The tentacles struck rocks, causing them to shatter; they struck trees, breaking them and leaving huge craters on the ground with each strike.

Makomo held the sword in one hand, dodging the attacks of the surrounding tentacles time and time again.