Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

"Ah."

The girl rested her head against his chest.

"Don't worry, according to the intelligence, it's just an ordinary demon. With your brother Tanjiro's strength, he'll handle it easily. Otherwise, I wouldn't have allowed him to hunt demons."

In fact, after these few days of rampage by evil spirits, their activities have stopped, unlike their previous rampage, as if they have been suppressed in some way.

The Twelve Demon Moons rarely hold events anymore, unlike before when they would frequently launch attacks and inflict extremely severe damage on Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen in various regions.

Su Mu roughly knew that this meant Muzan Kibutsuji had started controlling things again.

This extremely cautious demon not only worries about the Demon Slayer Corps, but also distrusts his own demon subordinates, and even fears that they might unite against him.

As someone who was once an ordinary demon controlled by Muzan Kibutsuji, he knew very well how much those demons longed to obtain more of Muzan Kibutsuji's blood.

The more humans his demons devour, the stronger they become, and the deeper Muzan's worries will grow. He will never allow his demons to devour humans indiscriminately and continuously increase their power.

After all, there is a limit to how demons can increase their strength by devouring humans. Once they reach that limit, no matter how many demons they devour, they will not increase their strength. At that point, they can only break through this limit by obtaining more blood from Muzan. And these demons who have reached their own limit by devouring humans will have their desire for Muzan's blood reach its peak.

As a demon capable of seeing into people's hearts, Muzan Kibutsuji could definitely sense these things and would never allow demons to continue hunting humans with impunity.

"If Nezuko is really worried, I will call your brother back and cancel his demon-hunting activities."

Su Mu said gently.

"No need, this is something my brother wanted to do himself."

Nezuko looked up, her eyes gentle.

Su Mu lowered his head and gently kissed the girl's forehead.

Back inside, Su Mu sat with Nezuko. The girl calmly brewed tea for him, her every move revealing her gentle nature.

After brewing a cup, Nezuko presented it with both hands and handed it to Su Mu.

Su Mu took the teacup with one hand and sipped it gently, while his other hand rested on Nezuko's shoulder and then on her collar, gently tidying up her slightly disheveled clothes.

"Hey..."

Nezuko bit her lip, her pretty face flushed red, and she looked up, her expression a mixture of annoyance and reproach, her blushing face exuding charm.

"The tea Nezuko brewed smells delicious."

Su Mu glanced at Nezuko, said something softly, then tightened his grip slightly, closed his eyes, and silently savored Nezuko's tea ceremony.

It's very soft and gentle.

Compared to brewed tea

But people are even more delicious.

Chapter 243 Gentle Nezuko

Su Mu has been almost completely absorbed in discussing the origin of life with Nezuko these past few days, which is quite absurd. He has spent almost the entire last two days in the room with Nezuko.

The sun wasn't too strong this morning because it had rained yesterday, and there was a misty fog in the wind, with the fresh scent of earth in the air.

Su Mu lay quietly on the bed, while Nezuko nestled against his chest like a greedy cat, her delicate face flushed.

Perhaps thinking about the experiences of the past two days, Nezuko felt a slight sweetness and satisfaction, but also a great deal of shame. Although she liked Maki's indulgence in her, she couldn't let him continue to fall into such depravity.

After all, Mu Jun doesn't belong to me alone.

And I must not lead Mu Jun astray.

Or rather, as the wife of the family, Nezuko instinctively felt that she should guide her husband in a positive direction, which was a responsibility that a lady of the house should shoulder.

But Nezuko has almost no way to refuse Maki's affections.

At this moment, after a night of tossing and turning, Nezuko felt completely limp, but she still insisted on getting out of bed.

Su Mu noticed it but did not stop him. As a ghost, his body's recovery ability and energy were limitless, but he would not deliberately use the power of a ghost at this moment. Instead, he would appreciate this beauty from a human perspective.

Otherwise... for Nezuko, what she experienced might not have been the beauty of a relationship between a man and a woman, but rather a devastating blow to her life.

…………

Nezuko got out of bed, tied her sash, combed her long, disheveled hair neatly, and then styled it into a bun like her mother, Kamado Himawari, signifying that she was no longer a girl.

After arranging her hair, Nezuko began drawing her eyebrows in front of the dressing table.

Su Mu got up somewhat lazily at this time. Perhaps because he had eaten Nezuko for several days in a row, he was no longer in such a hurry to enjoy it when he saw it again.

Su Mu walked up behind Nezuko and gently hugged her from behind.

Nezuko was drawing her eyebrows when she looked down at the hand that had slipped under her neck. Her face flushed, and her hand trembled as she drew her eyebrows.

In this situation, Nezuko couldn't draw her eyebrows. She wanted to protest in a low voice, but she also felt that this was Maki-kun's right, and that she belonged entirely to Maki-kun, so it didn't matter what Maki-kun wanted to do.

She didn't dislike it; in fact, she liked it somewhat. But she felt that if things continued like this, she probably wouldn't be able to leave the house for another day.

These past few days, Mu Jun has been almost constantly infatuated with her, which she likes very much, but it's also a very bad thing, too absurd.

Su Mu rested his head on Nezuko's shoulder and looked at the two of them in the dressing mirror: "What, you're drawing your eyebrows first thing in the morning? You don't need to dress up. Nezuko is already cute and pretty, she doesn't need to dress up at all."

"Hmm, it feels really good."

He lowered his head and added another sentence.

Nezuko's little face was flushed. She looked down at her clothes, which were already in disarray around her neck. She knew she would have to tidy them up again soon, but she didn't blame Maki for making a mess.

When Su Mu asked her, Nezuko whispered, "I need to put on makeup properly and maintain a good posture."

"why?"

Su Mu asked with some curiosity.

"If you're too sloppy, it will make Mu Jun lose face."

Nezuko said in a low voice.

"lose face?"

Su Mu didn't quite understand.

"As a wife, I need to maintain my best appearance so that my husband will feel very proud."

Su Mu roughly understood that in this place, it would be a great source of pride for a man to have a beautiful wife, and this was true in many places as well.

However, he's not quite used to it yet.

Or rather, adapting to the so-called identity of 'husband'.

Faced with Nezuko's advances, he had truly been indulging in her beauty these past few days, or rather, he had been indulging in the pleasures between men and women.

"Besides, if Maki-kun is busy all day and works very hard, he will definitely be unhappy if he comes home to find Nezuko looking disheveled."

Nezuko puffed out her cheeks and diligently drew her eyebrows.

Seeing Nezuko diligently drawing her eyebrows, Su Mu felt a little uncomfortable continuing to bother her, so he simply sat aside and quietly watched the girl draw her eyebrows and groom herself.

To be honest, Nezuko was already beautiful, and after dressing up, she was even more beautiful, which made him feel a little restless.

Nezuko straightened her disheveled clothes, glanced at Su Mu who was quietly watching her, her face slightly flushed, and then lowered her head and took small steps out of the house.

After a while, the girl returned, carrying a steaming teapot. She knelt down beside him, gently brewed him a pot of tea, and then handed it to him with both hands.

After finishing all this, Nezuko got up again and started busying herself in the room, making the bed and cleaning...

Su Mu sat beside her, watching Nezuko's busy figure, feeling a mix of emotions. Perhaps he hadn't quite gotten used to it yet, while Nezuko had already begun to adapt to her role as a wife.

Suddenly becoming a husband feels strange.

After cleaning the room, Nezuko went out again. Su Mu sat in the room drinking tea, looking at the clean and tidy room, where almost every corner was filled with the atmosphere of a young girl.

About half an hour later, Nezuko came over carrying a tray. Her steps were still a little unsteady, but her face was even more rosy than yesterday. She looked like a flower that had been watered by rain, delicate and beautiful.

She knelt down beside Su Mu and handed him the bowl of porridge. The moment their fingertips touched, the girl's hand trembled slightly, but she refrained from pulling it back.

Su Mu took the bowl and glanced at her.

"You eat too."

"Ah."

Nezuko responded, picked up her bowl, and sipped her drink.

The two sat side by side, bathed in the morning light, drinking a pot of red bean porridge.

After finishing his porridge, Su Mu, who rarely goes out, saw many young men and women training. Everyone was working hard and greeted him warmly upon his arrival.

Kenshin Himura is not only learning breathing techniques from the swordsmen here, but he is also teaching them the "Flying Sky Sword Style".

The Flying Sky Sword Style is a very strong sword technique, even comparable to sword techniques combined with breathing techniques. If there is any flaw, it is that the Flying Sky Sword Style focuses more on killing people, and in many ways it is not suitable for killing demons. Therefore, it needs to be improved.

These past few days, Kenshin Himura has been thinking about this matter. In fact, Kenshin Himura's talent in swordsmanship is truly exceptional, and he already has some ideas.

Besides Kenshin Himura, there were quite a few more people at Mount Sagiri. They were swordsmen who had been injured in the surrounding area or people who had been transferred there recently.

The recent demon attacks have caused heavy casualties among the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen in various regions, but it is impossible to completely wipe out all the swordsmen in each region.

Along the way, whenever people saw him, they would subconsciously stop and bow in greeting.

Who is this?

A swordsman who had just arrived at Mount Sagiri asked someone in a low voice. He was a newcomer to Mount Sagiri.

"It's Su Mu, Mr. Su."

The person next to me answered.

Upon hearing the name, the swordsman's face showed respect. He had already heard of Su Mu's name when he arrived at Mount Sagiri. In other words, with the passing of 'Water Pillar' Urokodaki Sakonji, the actual master of Mount Sagiri had been completely handed over to Su Mu.

Su Mu was, in fact, already the de facto master of Mount Xiawu.

As for what he did, whether it was the swordsman exam at Fujikasane Mountain or the "Crimson Blade" and "Mark" he proposed, it all had a great impact on the Demon Slayer Corps.

It can be said that although Su Mu is no longer a 'Pillar' of the Demon Slayer Corps, his status is perhaps no weaker than that of a 'Pillar', and he is worthy of respect.

…………

Su Mu walked to the familiar courtyard, where a girl wearing a fox mask with her eyes closed was practicing her sword. However, her steps were a bit messy, or rather, her sword practice at this moment didn't seem like sword practice at all, but more like a way of venting.

Perhaps sensing the familiar footsteps, Makomo sheathed her sword, slightly out of breath.

The girl behind the mask bit her lip, looking at Su Mu who was walking towards her with a resentful expression, seemingly full of grievance.