Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

Over the past few hundred years, the things he has done have killed and eaten many people, making Akaza almost afraid to face them and wanting to run away. However, the gentle aura of the woman in front of him makes him reluctant to leave.

Akaza's voice trembled as he thought about what was to come: "You, you and Master, were both poisoned to death. It was all my fault..."

At this point, Akaza almost bowed his head in anguish, and tears involuntarily streamed down his face.

But before Akaza could finish speaking, a gentle palm cupped his cheek, and the face he had almost forgotten for centuries, yet now recalled with the same clarity as in his memory, appeared before him. Those gentle eyes held no blame, no resentment, only tenderness and heartache.

Even though Mr. Komaji in front of her seemed to have changed and become frightening, the girl's eyes showed no fear whatsoever.

“I believe you have done very well, Komaji.”

The girl gently stroked Akaza's furrowed brows, as if trying to smooth them away: "How did you end up like this, Mr. Komaji? You must have suffered a lot of injustices."

"I……"

Akaza stared blankly at the woman in front of him as she gently wiped away his tears.

"I... became a ghost."

Akaza raised his head, looking at the woman before him with anguish: "I've done nothing right, I've done nothing right. I didn't heed my father's dying words, I failed my master's teachings, and I couldn't even protect you..."

“I’ve done nothing right, I’m completely useless.”

"You've done very well, very well."

The girl gently stroked the man's brow and pressed her head close to his face: "It's just that you've become a ghost, it's okay. Does becoming a ghost mean you have to go to hell? But it's okay, don't be afraid, my Mr. Komaji, I will always be with you, always with you."

Renyuki gently took Akaza's hand and put it away, then grabbed Akaza's large hand.

The small hand and the big hand have their fingers interlaced.

Koyuki felt the rough calluses on Komaji's palms, lowered her head, and looked at him gently with heartache: "My Komaji-san, you must have suffered a lot, right? You must have suffered a lot of grievances, right? Koyuki can't share your burdens, but... I will always be with Komaji-san, always be with him... and I will always wait for Komaji-san."

The girl's voice gradually faded away, disappearing little by little from Akaza's golden pupils; everything was fading away.

Only that gentle feeling seemed to linger on Akaza's skin and in her confused heart.

The sun had risen sometime earlier.

Gentle sunlight descended from the far east, shining upon Akaza. Akaza stood up, quietly standing in the first rays of sunlight, and quietly raised his head to look at the newborn sun.

at this moment

It's like seeing hell.

I saw a woman burning in the flames of hell.

She stood there quietly, smiling sweetly, looking at him with tenderness.

Looking at the hell ahead, Akaza walked over without hesitation. The flames of hell scorched his body, threatening to burn his wicked body to ashes.

Akaza paid no heed to his fading body. He stepped through the flames leading to hell and arrived before Koyuki, who was being scorched by the hellfire. He gently took the girl's hand, his golden eyes, filled with longing, looked at her, and tears streamed down his face.

The gentle woman stood on tiptoe, reached out her soft little hand, and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of Mr. Komaji's eyes.

阳光下

The ghost's body gradually began to dissipate.

Akaza, scorched by the flames of hell, gently carried Renyuki on her back and, stepping on what seemed like hellish flames, continued to walk deeper and deeper into hell.

this moment

He is no longer the mighty Upper Moon Three.

But

A man named Komaji

He was carrying a woman named Renyu on his back, walking back to the Suryu Dojo.

The gentle sunlight caressed my body, the familiar path was full of flowers, and the weight of the girl on my back was as etched as a memory. She was as light as a feather, yet I felt a heavy weight in my heart.

all

It's just like before.

Chapter 191 No Ghost Society is an Exception

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It feels like the past.

Like the peaceful days at the dojo, a boy named Komaji carried a girl named Koyuki on his back on the way home.

The first rays of sunlight pierced through the darkness and shone on Komaji, stinging him slightly.

At first, I just felt that today's sunlight was too harsh and annoying.

then

He felt the weight of the girl on his back, as clear as a memory. The gentle curve of her chest seeped through her clothes and was clearly transmitted to his skin as he moved.

The boy named Komaji paused involuntarily.

He seemed to realize something, so he looked up and saw the sunlight shining through the darkness, falling clearly on him.

Seeing the body gradually dissipate, a feeling of unease involuntarily arose in my heart.

The fear coursing through his body made Komaji turn around stiffly. He saw the girl's black hair falling over his shoulder, and her fair arms wrapped around his neck. His rock-hard muscles, honed year after year, contrasted sharply with the girl's softness.

The soft sensation tenderly and gently wrapped around his hard skin, like a drop of water falling on a long-calm lake, causing ripples that could no longer be calmed.

Komaji gently nestled against his back. His gentle gait brought her a sense of security. Suddenly, she felt his steps falter, and the subtle sensation of her chest pressing against his broad back. Her cheeks flushed instantly.

Having roughly learned something, the girl was so shy she almost wanted to run away immediately, yet she couldn't bear to leave the warmth of the gentle Mr. Komaji's back, and she also craved the intimacy with him.

So the girl pressed her burning cheek against his shoulder, and once she buried her face in his shoulder, she knew nothing more.

The stinging sunlight disappeared without him noticing. At this moment, Komaji only felt her soft hair gently brushing against his neck and the warmth of her cheek.

Komaji held the girl's legs firmly with both arms, as if he had returned to those years, to the time when he wanted to protect her for a lifetime.

The golden eyes lifted, and the 'Shang San' mark on them gradually faded away.

Under the sunlight, everything was fading away, but Akaza felt that his heart was no longer in a state of confusion, no longer light and weightless.

The girl on his back wrapped her heavy, gentle body around him, so warm.

The girl walked forward quietly, with steady steps.

The girl on his back vaguely sensed something, and gently wrapped her arms around Mr. Komaji's neck, tenderly pressing her head against Mr. Komaji's cheek.

…………

wind

A gentle breeze blew across.

A foul stench wafted into the surrounding area.

A group of swordsmen stood in the sunlight, watching the terrifying 'Shang San' stand quietly in the sunlight, a smile on his face, as his body slowly dissipated.

I never imagined something like this would happen.

Such a powerful demon died so easily.

The evil spirits, who should have been afraid of the sunlight, were instead basking in its warmth.

This is something I've never seen or encountered before.

"Good riddance!"

A swordsman clapped his hands.

"The wicked demon who committed many evil deeds is finally dead."

One of the swordsmen breathed a sigh of relief. He had been prepared to die in the battle to wipe out 'Shang San', but now that the evil spirit had died so easily, he felt extremely fortunate.

"This is... the first Upper Rank Demon to die in hundreds of years, isn't it?"

The Sound Pillar, Uzui Tengen, looked up at Akaza's body, which had long since vanished, and said with a bitter smile, "The first Upper Moon Demon to die wasn't killed, but rather scorched to death by the sun."

"It won't be long before I personally hunt down a First Moon demon."

'Wind Pillar' Sanemi Shinazugawa raised his head, his eyes filled with burning hatred.

…………

Everyone was surprised and incredulous that Upper Moon Three, Akaza, would be bathed in sunlight.

They would only think that the ghost died a good death, and no one would pity a ghost.

No one would care what a ghost had been through.

After all, what Upper Moon Three, as a demon, did should not be forgiven, nor will it be forgiven.

Only Urokodaki Sakonji stood still, feeling the gentle aura in the air. Unlike the demons he had killed over the years, each demon he had killed had a very sad aura in the air. When they recalled their memories of being human before they died, they only felt pain.

As for Akaza, when recalling his memories of being human, he didn't feel the pain in the air. Instead, he felt a gentle feeling, as if he was happy. Even if he were to be baked to death by the sun, he would still be happy and content.

"If Akaza were willing to join the Demon Slayer Corps..."

Urokodaki Sakonji sighed.

"Senior Urokodaki, what are you saying?"

The 'Wind Pillar' Sanemi Shinazugawa stood in front of Urokodaki and heard his words. His tone was very unpleasant: "If I didn't mishear, Urokodaki-senpai was saying something about letting demons join the Demon Slayer Corps?"

"Yes."

Urokodaki Sakonji raised his head and looked at Shinazugawa Sanemi: "Perhaps, some demons are different, maybe..."

“Senior, all demons are cruel, without exception, and there will be no exception. No demon can overcome the desire to devour humans. Even Akaza, whom you mentioned, has devoured many people and killed countless Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen. If I remember correctly, the previous ‘Water Pillar’ died at Akaza’s hands, right?”

Urokodaki Sakonji sighed. He naturally understood the meaning behind Shinazugawa Sanemi's words, but at this moment, a thought suddenly came to mind: "What if there is a demon that can resist the urge to devour flesh and blood? As long as it has never been a human, it might be worth giving it a chance."

"Could any ghost possibly resist the urge to devour human flesh and blood?"

Sanemi Shinazugawa sneered at Sakonji Urokodaki. If demons could truly overcome their desire to devour flesh and blood, then his mother, who had fallen into demonhood, wouldn't have personally killed his younger brother and sister in front of him...

If a demon can truly control its desire to devour flesh and blood, then what does it matter if it personally severed the head of its mother, who had fallen into demonhood?

Sanemi Shinazugawa absolutely refused to believe that any demon could tolerate the desire to devour human flesh and blood.

"If there really is a ghost that can be overcome, then perhaps we can accept it."