Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

Urokodaki Sakonji smiled, glanced at his disciple again through his eyes beneath the tengu mask, then bid farewell to Makomo and walked away into the distance.

The girl stood still.

The eyes beneath the mask watched his master's departing figure.

He silently gripped the hoe handle tightly.

Chapter 184 Urokodaki's Departure

Urokodaki Sakonji felt a pang of sadness, knowing he might never be able to accompany his disciple to see her favorite rapeseed flowers again when they were in full bloom.

But that's life.

There will always be a time to say goodbye.

Shaking his head to shake off his disappointment, Urokodaki Sakonji strode toward the house not far away.

At the entrance, a boy with deep red hair and red eyes was training hard. When he saw Urokodaki Sakonji, he gave him a warm smile: "Urodaki-senpai is here."

"Ah."

Urokodaki Sakonji paused slightly. Every time he saw Tanjiro, it reminded him of his most promising disciple, Sabito, who shared the same enthusiasm and youthful vigor.

But life is always full of unexpected twists and turns. His disciple, on whom he had placed boundless expectations, failed at the small test at Tengxi Mountain.

He reached out and patted Tanjiro on the shoulder: "Good luck."

"I will, senior."

Tanjiro clenched his fists tightly, his face showing exhaustion from training, yet filled with enthusiasm.

"What about sir?"

"The adults are inside."

Urokodaki Sakonji patted Tanjiro on the shoulder again and then went inside.

Walking inside, you first see a relatively spacious courtyard. After crossing the courtyard and pushing open the door, you enter a spacious living room. The first thing you see is a table in the living room with teacups on it, and steam still rising from the teacups.

His gaze shifted from the teacup to the side.

Su Mu sat upright on the footrest, with Nezuko and Kanao's heads resting on his knees, seemingly asleep. A faint light streamed in through the window, illuminating the scene.

Seeing this, Urokodaki Sakonji was slightly taken aback. Looking at their intimate manner, he inexplicably thought of his disciple Makomo, and a surge of anger suddenly rose in his heart.

"Senpai Urokodaki".

Seeing Urokodaki Sakonji enter the room, Su Mu also showed a gentle expression: "Kanao and Nezuko just finished their match and fell asleep after resting for a while."

Urokodaki Sakonji's gaze fell on the two girls who were resting their heads on Su Mu's lap. Under the tengu mask, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. Resting their heads on the opposite sex so intimately was a sign that their relationship was far too unusual.

However, judging from Kanao and Nezuko's tired faces, Sakonji Urokodaki could tell that Su Mu was not lying.

Urokodaki Sakonji was initially just indignant on behalf of his disciple, but as someone who had always been single, he didn't really have much to say about matters of love and romance. If Uzui Tengen were here, perhaps he could offer some advice.

But it's unlikely that Uzui Tengen would offer any advice, since Uzui Tengen himself already has three wives.

He shook his head helplessly, but he could understand these things.

He could see Su Mu's excellence, and it was quite normal for his disciples and other girls to have feelings for Su Mu.

Suppressing his emotions, Urokodaki Sakonji pulled out a few pages of paper from his pocket.

Su Mu took it and looked at the contents, which were all about activating the 'Crimson Blade', activating the 'Spots', as well as his insights into the 'Transparent World' and some thoughts on how to activate the 'Transparent World'.

The section on the various dangers that arise when the 'spots' are activated is described in the most detail, especially the various physical crises and the sensation of life slipping away within the body...

After reading it, Su Mu looked at the old man and patted Kanao and Nezuko, who were sleeping soundly on his ankles.

Nezuko groggily woke up and, upon opening her eyes, saw Urokodaki Sakonji in the room, then looked at the knees she was resting on.

Realizing this, the girl blushed, quickly got up, stood aside, head down, her face embarrassed: "Greetings, Senior Urokodaki."

Kanao, after waking up, didn't seem embarrassed at all; she simply sat naturally beside her uncle.

"Nezuko, could you please go inside and bring me some sake?"

Su Mu whispered something to Nezuko, who seemed a little embarrassed.

"okay."

Nezuko felt as if she had been granted a pardon and hurriedly ran out.

Urokodaki Sakonji watched the hurried departure, then came to Su Mu's side, knelt down, and placed his Nichirin Blade aside.

When the drinks arrived, Su Mu poured a glass for Urokodaki Sakonji.

The old man picked up the wine glass naturally and drank it. As the wine went down his throat, a slight rosy glow appeared on his face beneath the mask.

Su Mu also drank a cup, looked at the old man, and whispered, "Senior has activated the 'Marks'?"

"Ah."

"How much longer can the senior live?"

Su Mu asked again.

Urokodaki Sakonji took another sip of sake and sighed softly, "Activating the 'Striped Mark' puts the body in a state of high temperature, which causes great damage to various organs..."

"I can probably live for about half a month, but if it's a fierce battle, I might not even last a day."

Su Mu listened in silence, then poured another cup of wine for Urokodaki Sakonji:

"Respect, senior. I never expected you to do this."

“I am old enough. Even if I continue, I will only be a decaying body. Now, the fact that this decaying body can be rekindled is what I have been hoping for.”

"However, what I want to ask you now is, is there really no way to survive by activating the 'stripes'?"

Urokodaki Sakonji sighed softly. It wasn't that he was afraid of death, but he felt a little sad because once the 'spot' was activated, it almost meant that an excellent swordsman would soon pass away. He didn't want other excellent swordsmen to suffer the same fate as him. He was old enough, and it didn't matter if he died, but young swordsmen had a bright future.

"There should be some, but I don't know. After all, Yoriichi Tsugikuni also awakened his 'scarlet mark', yet he lived to be over eighty years old."

Su Mu shook his head. Perhaps in the future, Tanjiro will be able to find a way to activate the 'Scarlet Mark' without falling into a state of constantly diminishing lifespan, but at least for now, he hasn't found one.

Urokodaki Sakonji listened with a slight sense of disappointment, took a sip of sake, and then laughed again: "However, it's much better than before. At least, we have the strength to face the Upper Moon demons. The Pillars won't keep losing when facing the Upper Moon demons again."

Su Mu remained silent.

Urokodaki Sakonji drank another cup of wine that Su Mu had poured for him, stood up, and patted Su Mu on the shoulder: "I have seen countless people in my life, but you are the one I understand the least."

Su Mu drank a cup of wine and smiled gently: "You flatter me, Senior Linlong."

"The future belongs to you. I hope that Muzan can be brought to an end in your generation."

"Will do."

Su Mu nodded.

Urokodaki Sakonji drank another cup of sake, casually tossed the cup aside, picked up his Nichirin Blade, and turned to leave.

Looking at Urokodaki Sakonji's retreating figure, Su Mu couldn't help but ask:

"Where are you going, senior?"

"Finally, with this old and frail body, I will walk the path of ghost hunting one last time."

The old man laughed heartily, his heart filled with pride: "Ideally, I could witness the skill of the Upper Moon Three who killed Makijuro. If so, my life would not have been in vain."

Chapter 185 Infinite Train

Urokodaki Sakonji left Mount Sagiri, wrapped his Nichirin Blade in a strip of cloth, and walked along the road.

Even without entering the 'striped' state, one can still feel the loss of vitality as the 'striped' state is activated.

While silently experiencing the feeling of life force constantly draining away, he memorized these characteristics one by one. As soon as he descended the mountain, a 'hermit' arrived in a carriage.

Once inside the carriage, Urokodaki Sakonji picked up a pen and paper and silently wrote down the characteristics of his life constantly slipping away.

The carriage traveled along the road, and the 'hermit' driving it occasionally turned his head, his gaze falling on the old man with great respect.

"My lord, the fastest way to get to the Purgatory Clan is by train. It takes about half an hour to reach the station, and I've already bought your ticket..."

"The Hermit," he whispered.

"Ah."

Urokodaki Sakon nodded, but inwardly he was reflecting on the changes of the times.

Half an hour

After getting off the carriage, several Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen quickly walked over.

"Hideki Okazaki has met Urokodaki-senpai."

"Shogo Hoshino greets Urokodaki-senpai."

……

The swordsmen were filled with excitement. As members of the Demon Slayer Corps, they had all heard of Urokodaki's exploits. They never expected that Urokodaki, who had been living in seclusion in Mount Sagiri, would come out of seclusion again, and they never expected to have the honor of meeting this senior.

“Shogo Hoshino, I’ve seen you before…”

Urokodaki Sakon noticed a middle-aged man at the front and sighed, "I think it was more than ten years ago, when you were still a boy."

When Urokodaki Sakonji called his name, Hoshino Shogo almost instinctively puffed out his chest: "Yes, sir, I followed you to hunt demons back then, that was my first time hunting a demon..."

"In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed."

Urokodaki Sakonji sighed, then looked at the boy and girl behind Hoshino Shogo whose faces were clearly still quite youthful.

These people must have only recently embarked on their demon-hunting journey.

"I led these people to hunt demons..."

Shogo Hoshino also explained at this moment.

"I didn't expect you to be considered a senior now. I remember there was a chubby kid with you back then, who always smiled. Where is he?"

Urokodaki Sakonji asked casually.

"Konsei is dead. He died protecting me."

Hoshino Shogo lowered his head, looking somewhat sad.