Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

Chapter 212 Neither he nor Nezuko wanted to see anyone raise their swords against the adults.

Nezuko walked out of Su Mu's room wearing a gag and carrying a bowl and chopsticks.

First, she went to the kitchen and washed the bowls and chopsticks her husband had used for porridge, humming a tune unconsciously to herself.

In the past few days, since Kanao could no longer share a room with her husband at night, she had more and more opportunities to take advantage of him.

Tomorrow I feel like I should cook the porridge a few more minutes, and it should have the texture my husband likes best. Especially when I see him finish all the food I've made, I feel so satisfied, and suddenly... I really enjoy cooking.

After washing the dishes, Nezuko held the gag she had been biting in her mouth and looked at it.

Made of bamboo, the cylindrical shape tapers slightly at both ends, with a simple and natural overall appearance. Apart from the red rope wrapped around both ends, there are not many decorations. The length fits my face shape perfectly.

After wiping her hands clean, Nezuko stroked them with obvious affection.

I'm very happy

My heart was pounding with joy, every corner of my chest was filled with a surging emotion, with a sweet taste.

I'm not quite sure how to describe my emotions right now.

I was very excited and happy, and I felt a joy I had never experienced before.

Perhaps this is... what liking someone is?

This thought suddenly popped into my mind, and my heart started racing. At first, I was really afraid of my husband, and I didn't even dare to get close to him. Now, I look forward to taking our relationship to the next level almost every day.

Before, I was really worried about how terrible it would be after I married my husband.

but now

But I really look forward to that day.

Nezuko…

Tanjiro, who had just returned from training, called out to his sister as she came out of the kitchen.

Hearing the voice, Nezuko snapped out of her surprise and looked up to see Tanjiro: "Brother."

"What's that you're holding? It looks like..."

Tanjiro's gaze fell on the gag in his sister's hand.

"No...it's nothing, just a bamboo shoot."

He quickly placed the gag behind his back and whispered:

"I'm going back to my room to rest."

Almost before Tanjiro could respond, Nezuko scurried off to her room.

Seeing his sister running away, Tanjiro could smell a happy emotion in his nose; it seemed that his sister was in a good mood.

Tanjiro couldn't help but raise his head and look at the room in the distance where the lights were still on.

Tanjiro felt increasingly jealous of his younger sister's growing affection for the adults.

There was even a sense of loss.

However, it was only a little disappointing. In fact, Tanjiro gradually stopped being as wary of adults as he had been at the beginning.

Although Tanjiro is a demon, he is actually quite good in every other way. In fact, having learned about the horrors of demons before and from the Demon Slayer Corps, Tanjiro was quite worried.

But I gradually realized that adults are really different.

At least, the demons that the adult and the Demon Slayer Corps talked about were not the same as those who were addicted to humans. At least, he had never seen the adult addicted to humans.

Moreover, with the arrival of adults into the kitchen, things really started to change for the better – my mother, my sister, my brother…

People are smiling a lot more now, no longer under the pressure they used to be under every day.

However, as Tanjiro's contact with the Demon Slayer Corps deepened and he met more and more other Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen, he could smell the hatred and resentment towards demons in everyone's noses, and Tanjiro's heart grew increasingly worried.

Tanjiro could clearly smell that everyone's hatred for demons was real and burning.

Tanjiro could clearly sense the hatred of demons emanating from not only the young men and women who had recently come to practice 'breathing,' but also from many of the Demon Slayer Corps veterans who had come to pay their respects to Urokodaki. The hatred in each of them was almost as raging as a raging fire.

Not only these people, but even with Makomo, who was very close to the adults, Tanjiro could sense the chilling hatred that Makomo harbored towards the demons.

In this place filled with hatred for demons like him, Tanjiro felt a sense of unease. What a terrible thing it would be if his identity as a demon were ever discovered.

I can almost imagine how terrible that scene must have been.

If discovered, will people attack the adults?

What should I do if everyone attacks or even tries to kill an adult?

At this moment, Tanjiro's heart was filled with worry.

At the very least, he couldn't just stand by and watch everyone kill the adults.

Neither I, nor Nezuko, nor my mother, brother, or sister could possibly have seen anyone raise a knife against an adult.

But what if that day actually comes...?

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Back to the room

The room wasn't large, but it was very clean. There were many girls' trinkets on a small table by the window, and then my gaze naturally fell on a Nichirin sword placed in the center.

The newly crafted Nichirin Blade was reportedly commissioned by the master to be custom-made by Teruya Ubuyashiki. On that day, she personally selected the crimson ore that suited her.

I gently stroked the Nichirin Blade, watching the blade gradually turn jet black.

It's a very rare color, almost the same color as her brother's Nichirin Blade. It's said that such a color is extremely rare in the Demon Slayer Corps; at least, currently only her and her brother's Nichirin Blades have turned this color.

The blade was a little cold. Nezuko flicked it with her fingertips, thinking to herself that she needed to work even harder in tomorrow's training, especially since she was increasingly sensing everyone's hatred for demons, and she was afraid that some of them might also harbor hatred towards the master...

'If you're so worried about me, then you should work even harder and become stronger so you can protect me, right?'

The words the gentleman said tonight kept replaying in my mind. Perhaps he was just joking.

But Nezuko suddenly felt a firm belief in her heart that she should become stronger, so that if that day ever came, she would never want anyone to cut off her head like other demons.

As the adults have said, one must never relinquish the power of life and death to others.

At this moment, Nezuko probably understood why Kanao trained so hard every day. Perhaps, deep down, Kanao was worried about that day coming.

Perhaps Kanao also saw herself as a potential enemy who could threaten Mr.

A multitude of thoughts flashed through her mind. She gently shook her head to clear them away, put down her Nichirin Blade, and began to remove her clothes. Her increasingly slender figure was exposed to the air, her increasingly full and shapely body, and her pert buttocks...

Then, he picked up the gag and crawled into bed.

He placed the gag in front of him, looked at it for a while in the dim moonlight shining through the window, and then opened his small, white teeth and gently bit down on the gag.

With the gag between her teeth, the girl seemed to vaguely feel the warmth of her master's body, and her face flushed slightly.

Chapter 213 Nezuko and Kanao

Kanao got up early as usual, and after washing up, she picked up her Nichirin Blade and went out before dawn.

Just as she was about to start exercising, she seemed to sense something and unconsciously raised her head. A similarly delicate and cute girl walked over. When she saw Kanao, she slightly raised her head, revealing the gag she was biting, with a hint of smugness in her eyes.

Kanao stared at Nezuko with her pinkish-purple eyes. She noticed the gag Nezuko was biting, but didn't pay it any mind. Instead, she felt something was off. Nezuko wasn't usually that enthusiastic about training; if she could slack off, that would be the best thing ever.

Unlike her, they don't work hard whenever they have time.

Kanao has always looked up to the demon Akaza she encountered, and hopes that one day she can reach the same level of training as Akaza.

However, humans and demons are incomparable. Humans get thirsty, get tired, and their bodies can't handle it. In addition, her uncle doesn't allow her to train excessively, so it's almost impossible for her not to reach Akaza's level.

However, Kanao still works very hard, and whenever she has time, she starts her own training, just like now, she gets up very early every day to train.

Of course, her hard work and effort did not disappoint Kanao. She could feel her strength increasing every day. As for how strong she had become, she didn't know because she had never actually fought.

Kanao glanced at Nezuko quietly, feeling a mix of curiosity about Nezuko's sudden early morning workouts and a greater sense of urgency. Nezuko was very talented, and even without Kanao's hard work, her skills improved rapidly. Now that Nezuko was working just as hard as Kanao, Kanao worried that one day Nezuko would surpass her.

Therefore, Kanao immediately began her daily training.

The blade flashed, slicing through the air with a whistling sound. The girl's figure was light and agile, darting and weaving across the open ground, so fast that only a faint afterimage could be seen.

Nezuko proudly tilted her head back, waiting for Kanao to ask about the gag she was biting so she could show it off to Kanao. But after waiting for a while, she didn't get the question she was looking for. Instead, she saw Kanao start exercising.

"What a stupid goose."

Nezuko muttered something under her breath, biting her gag, and began training in an open area not far from Kanao.

Exercise is not easy; in fact, it can be quite strenuous.

In the past, Nezuko would probably have already considered slacking off. Perhaps, because of a sense of crisis, Nezuko still gritted her teeth and persevered, even though her body felt like stopping.

"Da da..."

Footsteps sounded, and Tanjiro went out early. He saw Kanao, who was even earlier than him. Tanjiro was not surprised. This girl, who was always quiet by the adults' side, was known for her self-discipline and hard work. Apart from staying by the adults' side, she would always train hard whenever she had free time.

Tanjiro greatly admired him, but the fact that his own sister had also come out so early was somewhat unexpected for Tanjiro.

Tanjiro knew that his sister wasn't a lazy person, but she wasn't actually very enthusiastic about training. She had never been this hardworking before, but suddenly she was working harder than her brother. Tanjiro could even smell the determination in his sister's breath, which surprised him. Besides that, he felt a great sense of urgency.

Since my younger sister is working so hard, how can I, as her older brother, fall behind?

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Humans cannot move indefinitely like ghosts. After about half an hour, Kanao stopped, panting heavily.

Nezuko stopped to rest before Kanao, and when she saw Kanao stop, she also came over.

The girl raised her pinkish-purple eyes and saw Nezuko, but she didn't pay any attention to her. She just silently exhaled, trying to calm the restless energy within her.

Nezuko deliberately tilted her head up to make the gag she was biting more clearly visible to Kanao, but Kanao didn't notice at all, which made Nezuko feel sad. So, she could only lean closer and say, "Hey, Kanao, what do you think of my gag?"

Kanao raised her eyes and noticed the gag that Kanezuko was biting.

"What do you think of the gift my husband gave me? Isn't it beautiful?"

Nezuko said smugly.

Kanao remained expressionless.

You probably have one too, right?

Nezuko blinked at Kanao: "Sir, you must have given me a gag too, right?"