Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

In fact, the events that had happened between Su Mu and Nezuko in the past few days could not be kept from those who cared, or rather, Su Mu had no intention of hiding them.

For most people on Mount Sagiri, it was a silent blessing. Of course, some who secretly loved Nezuko could only feel sad at this moment, but most of them were happy for the two of them. Even those who really liked Nezuko could only offer their blessings at this moment.

Like some others in Sagiri who secretly loved Nezuko, Makomo actually wished the two of them well. However, she didn't love Nezuko, but rather Somaki.

In fact, Makomo had always felt that she would end up with Su Mu and that the two of them were very close.

But from beginning to end, there seemed to be an inexplicable barrier between Su Mu and her.

Makomo felt that the obstacle did not come from her, but from Su Mu.

Makomo sensed that Su Mu was always worried about something. Makomo thought about it for a long time and carefully considered the differences between herself and Nezuko. She probably felt that it was her identity as a Demon Slayer Corps swordsman. A swordsman who embarks on the path of demon hunting does not know when he will die on the path of demon hunting. Moreover, such a woman is not actually suitable to be a wife, while Nezuko is perfectly suitable for all of these things.

Having roughly understood all this, Makomo was somewhat disheartened, but she could not give up on the path of demon hunting.

Thinking she understood the reason, Makomo was somewhat dejected. When she saw Su Mu coming over, she couldn't help but feel a bit resentful. Hadn't he been spending time with his little wife lately? Why was he coming here? As a result, Su Mu saw a look of grievance in the girl's eyes, which were usually full of spirit.

"And exercise?"

He walked over with a smile, looking at Makomo.

In fact, the obstacles that Makomo felt were not hypocritical. Su Mu naturally felt Makomo's closeness to him, but from beginning to end, he never considered taking a step closer to Makomo.

Because makomo and Nezuko are fundamentally different.

Nezuko knew that he was a demon, but Makomo did not; he didn't even know what he had done.

But once you know, things might turn out differently.

Therefore, once his relationship with Makomo reached a certain level of closeness, he stopped getting any closer and even intentionally distanced himself. This was the root of Makomo's distress, and she even began to doubt her own identity as a swordsman.

"Yes, I'm exercising."

Makomo said in a low voice.

A gentle breeze ruffled a few strands of the girl's hair. She tucked the stray strands behind her ear and said, "Why aren't you with Nezuko?"

"If I keep going like this, my back will start to ache."

Su Mu pounded his lower back with his hand.

Of course, given a demon's stamina, it's impossible for that to happen; the more likely scenario is that Nezuko simply couldn't withstand it.

Although Makomo was a young woman, she probably knew a little about matters between men and women. Although she had never done it herself, she had heard about it.

After all, swordsmen who spend their days hunting demons experience immense mental stress. Coupled with the high rewards swordsmen receive, many will go to places like the red-light district to relieve stress after completing a mission. Some swordsmen will even chat about such topics, and some will always lament how tired their backs are.

Makomo would occasionally hear this, and at first she wouldn't understand, but gradually she began to get it.

So at this moment, Makomo's face was flushed with shyness, but it couldn't be seen because of the mask.

He couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Nezuko, you little devil!" He never expected that this seemingly gentle and cute girl could be like this...

But deep down, she felt a little envious. This feeling made Makomo even secretly berate herself for being shameless.

…………

After chatting briefly with Makomo and reminding her to take care of her health, I left.

After looking around various parts of Mount Sagiri, Su Mu returned to his lodgings and met Kanao.

In the past, every time he saw Kanao, she would be very happy and excitedly rush into his arms, like a koala clinging to him.

But today, the girl sat quietly on the bluestone. A gentle breeze blew, causing her hair to float, and her fair and smooth legs could be seen hanging down.

Seemingly sensing his arrival, the little girl turned around, her beautiful pinkish-purple eyes looking at him:

"uncle……"

Su Mu knew Kanao well enough to clearly sense the grievance in the girl's words. Thinking about the absurdity of the past few days and her leaving alone a few days ago, in fact, this was the longest time he and Kanao had been apart.

In the past, no matter where he went, Kanao was always like his shadow.

Thinking that he had indeed neglected Kanao these days, Su Mu felt a little guilty. He stepped forward and gently took Kanao's little hand.

Kanao looked down at their clasped hands and pursed her lips slightly: "Uncle hasn't spent time with me for several days."

"It was my fault."

Su Mu immediately admitted his mistake.

"I don't have a weird uncle."

Kanao tilted her head back and said, "Uncle doesn't need to admit his mistakes in front of Kanao. Uncle will never be wrong."

Su Mu touched his nose with his hand.

"Is Nezuko nice?"

The girl suddenly asked.

"Not as good as Kanao."

He answered softly.

"That's it!"

Kanao's beautiful eyes curved slightly, revealing a cunning, almost foxy quality as she looked behind him.

Su Mu's body stiffened slightly, and he turned his head.

Then they saw Nezuko standing under the eaves.

Chapter 244 What You Imagined as a Battleground, Was Actually a Battleground

Su Mu's body stiffened slightly, and he turned his head.

Then they saw Nezuko standing under the eaves.

The girl held a wooden tray with both hands, on which was a bowl of freshly cooked miso soup. Her expression was not clearly visible in the steam, but her beautiful eyes were slightly lowered and her eyelashes trembled gently.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

Kanao, however, seemed oblivious, still looking up at Su Mu with a mischievous smile in her pinkish-purple eyes, her little hand still clasped in her uncle's palm, showing no intention of letting go.

Su Mu coughed lightly and subconsciously tried to pull his hand back, but found that Kanao had gripped it tighter.

"Uncle, your palms are sweaty."

The little girl said softly, her tone slightly mischievous.

Su Mu: "..."

Nezuko, who was under the eaves, walked over at this moment. Her steps were still a little unsteady, but her hands holding the tray were very steady. She walked up to the two of them and placed the tray on the stone table beside them.

"Kanao is good."

"Nezuko, hello."

Kanao rarely responded so obediently to Nezuko, but her eyes still curved like a little fox.

Nezuko straightened up, her gaze lingering on their clasped hands for a moment before shifting away. She walked to Su Mu's side and naturally took his other arm.

"Lord Mu, the soup is getting cold."

Su Mu felt like he was sandwiched in the middle, with Kanao's soft little hand on his left and Nezuko's warm body on his right. Neither girl was using any force, yet he was inexplicably unable to move.

"Okay, have some soup."

He said it in a dry, uninspired way.

The three of them walked toward the stone table in a strange posture.

Nezuko released her grip first, then knelt beside the stone table, arranged the miso soup, and took out chopsticks, placing them neatly on the rim of the bowl. Every movement was elegant and graceful, like that of a true hostess.

Kanao still didn't let go of Su Mu's hand, pulling him to sit down together before slowly letting go, but her little hand took the opportunity to scratch his palm.

Su Mu glanced at her.

The little girl blinked, looking completely innocent.

Nezuko picked up a bowl of soup and handed it to Su Mu, then picked up another bowl and handed it to Kanao, before sitting down empty-handed herself.

"Nezuko-neechan, aren't you going to drink?" Kanao asked.

"I'll drink later," Nezuko said softly, her gaze falling on Su Mu. "Mu-kun, you've worked hard these past few days, you should drink more."

As Su Mu held the bowl, he felt the thoughtfulness in Nezuko's words and noticed Kanao's slightly pursed lips. Suddenly, he felt that the soup was a little too hot to drink.

"Has Uncle been working really hard these past few days?"

Kanao tilted her head and asked, her pinkish-purple eyes staring straight at Su Mu, "Uncle, aren't you a ghost? You shouldn't feel tired, right?"

Su Mu almost choked on the soup.

Nezuko blushed slightly, but still maintained a gentle smile, and explained softly, "Although Maki-kun has the constitution of a demon, he prefers to experience life in a human way, so he gets tired too, and he also takes good care of me."

"I see."

Kanao nodded as if she understood, then asked, "Is Nezuko tired? I've noticed she's been walking a little unsteadily these past few days."

Nezuko's face turned even redder, and even her ears turned pink.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her voice almost inaudible:

"I...I'm fine."

…………

Su Mu sat there like a zombie.

To be honest, Su Mu didn't really know how to handle these situations. He just felt that whatever he did now might have different meanings in the eyes of the two of them.

He felt that it was better for him to do nothing.

In fact, Su Mu was even considering preparing to face the wrath at this moment.

In reality, the one who likes the other is often the one who is humble and always the one who backs down more.

For example, at this moment, Nezuko had just heard Su Mu tell Kanao that she was not as good as Kanao. She was undoubtedly angry, furious, disappointed, and even sad.

After all, this is something no girl could accept, nor would she want to accept.

But what can we do?

Should he really smash the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, or yell at Su Mu, or yell at Kanae, or do something else to vent his emotions?