Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

The other person's departure is regrettable, regrettable, and leaves one feeling uneasy.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha..."

Beimingyu Xingming clasped his hands together and silently chanted Buddhist mantras.

"Mr. Beimingyu, what would you like to have for lunch...?"

Behind me, I heard Shadai's voice.

"Anything is fine..."

"Ah, no, that won't do! Everyone has prepared a sumptuous feast for Mr. Himejima!"

Shadai smiled and led Beimingyu Xingming back.

When the children saw Himejima Gyomei, they happily gathered around him, sharing their joy and excitement with him.

They were all small things, like what wild berries they picked that day, or what they learned or did...

These peaceful and serene days made Himejima Gyomei momentarily dazed, a stark contrast to the tense state he had once been in, constantly on the verge of death, facing the ever-present threat of being devoured by evil spirits.

At first, it was hard to get used to, and my skin always felt tight.

But gradually

I gradually got used to it.

"Mr. Beiming Island, could you tell me the story of that last demon?"

A child ran up to Gyomei Himejima, full of anticipation.

"The last ghost..."

Himejima Gyomei spoke softly and gently: "Demons were first born in the distant Heian period. A terrifying demon descended, a demon named Kibutsuji Muzan. He was the source of demons, creating many demons that feed on humans. These demons, relying on their power, wantonly destroyed people's happiness..."

"That last demon was also created by this terrifying evil spirit, but unlike ordinary evil spirits, it suppressed the demon's desire for flesh and blood, broke free from Muzan Kibutsuji's control, and still adhered to the bottom line of being human..."

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The fog on Mount Sagiri remains thick.

Everything was white.

Nezuko carried a basket and walked lightly along the mountain path.

Mount Sagiri is not high, but this section of the mountain road is extremely steep, making it difficult for ordinary people to walk on such a steep path.

But this was easy for Nezuko.

The girl was like the lightest bird, leaping through the mountains and forests.

Before long, they finally arrived at the destination.

This is an extremely steep place, but above the steep place, there is a wide platform, and a cave has always stood next to the platform.

This place, which no one could reach, seems to be inhabited by people.

Nezuko, carrying a basket, walked over and soon saw the man sitting cross-legged on the blue stone. The warm morning sunlight fell on the man's profile, giving it a gentle glow and a hint of mystery.

Beside the man was a Nichirin sword.

It has been a year since the man was cremated.

Compared to a year ago, the gentleman is more composed and seems to have settled into his current life.

However, Nezuko felt a pang of sympathy for him, living alone in the world, unaware of his loneliness.

"coming."

Su Mu opened his eyes and spoke gently.

"Ah."

Nezuko nodded, took light steps to the man, opened the basket, and found steaming food inside.

The girl took the food out of the basket one by one; there was fish, meat, and wine.

Of course, immortal ghosts don't need to eat, but it's unnecessary.

Su Mu picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of fish. The fish was fresh and delicious, and it looked like it had been cooked with care. Su Mu ate it, and the delicious taste lingered on his lips and teeth.

Nezuko sat to the side and poured a glass of wine for her husband.

Su Mu picked it up, took a sip, and a look of enjoyment appeared on his face.

Nezuko stayed quietly to the side, and when the wine was gone, she poured more for her husband herself, occasionally tilting her head slightly to watch him eat.

Normally, Nezuko always wears her hair up, but now that she's alone with her husband, she doesn't wear it up anymore. Her long, flowing hair cascades down her sides like tassels, and occasionally she lifts her head to reveal her long, swan-like, fair neck in the warm sunlight.

Eating and drinking, simple and straightforward.

When the last drop of wine was finished, Su Mu put down the glass with some regret.

"I'll bring more next time."

Nezuko watched as Su Mu put down his wine glass, her voice gentle.

Su Mu glanced at Nezuko, reached out, and, amidst Nezuko's gasp, carried her into the cave.

…………

The cave had a simple bed, and Nezuko lay limply in Su Mu's arms, her head resting on the man's chest. Her eyes were slightly raised, with a dreamy look in them, and she looked somewhat lazy, like a cat that had just eaten its fill.

Su Mu turned his head and looked at Nezuko. The woman's fair face was now flushed with a faint blush, making her very beautiful and tempting him.

But I managed to hold back for a bit.

The path down the mountain is very steep, and if you don't take precautions, it could be bad if an accident happens.

Nezuko lifted her head from the man's chest and looked up at him: "Hina is still staying in Mount Sagiri and doesn't plan to leave."

Su Mu listened without saying a word. He had naturally seen what Ubuyashiki Hina had done before, and he was quite shocked.

He originally thought that all of this was just a momentary impulse of Hina Ubuyashiki, but now, a year has passed and she is still staying in Mount Sagiri.

Just as Su Mu was feeling a shock, he felt a soft little hand land on his waist and pinch the soft flesh there.

"Ouch..."

Su Mu couldn't help but cry out in pain, and looked at Nezuko with a puzzled expression.

"Not only is Hina still staying at Mount Sagiri, but Shinobu and Kanae have also arrived, as well as Mitsuri Kanroji..."

Nezuko looked up, her beautiful eyes filled with resentment: "And Kanao combs her hair every morning... waiting for the day her hair grows long enough to reach her waist."

Among them was Makomo, who took turns visiting him with Nezuko.

Feeling Nezuko's resentful gaze, Su Mu felt a little guilty, realizing he had attracted quite a few girls.

However, Shinobu Kocho could probably understand that Kanae was accompanying her younger sister, but why was Mitsuri Kanroji also there?

To his surprise.

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(The End of Book)

(There may be a few extra chapters later on, about Hina Ubuyashiki, Shinobu Kocho, and Mitsuri Kanroji. I will write them if you are interested, and I will not write them if you are not interested. If you are interested, please leave a comment, and I will write them later if I see comments asking for them.)

(The new book is still Demon Slayer, and it will be released in a few days. Readers who are interested can wait a few days and keep an eye out.)

(Finally, thank you all for your support and companionship.)

Author's Closing Remarks

The book "Little Newbie" was first published on December 22, 2025, and it has been more than five months since then, on June 4, 2026.

This book didn't have a smooth start, and its sales performance has been consistently poor, ranking at the bottom of its category in terms of collections.

During that time, I actually had the idea of ​​cutting it off several times.

But some readers were very supportive, so I persevered.

It's been a tough journey so far. As a newbie author, I have to check the data for this book almost every day. Seeing my book's collection ranking at the bottom is really anxiety-inducing.

But luckily, I met you.

So, it was put on the shelves.

When it was first published, it had nearly 3,000 favorites, but in reality, it only had about 2,800 favorites, which was extremely low compared to other books in its category. To be honest, I didn't have any expectations for my performance. I just wanted to do my best to write this book well, and I would finish it no matter how difficult it was.

The most important thing on the first day of release is the first-day subscription. As for the first-day subscription, I don't think there will be many. After all, with only 2,800 favorites, I think 200 first-day subscriptions would be enough.

But to my surprise, the initial order reached around 1,500.

The subscription-to-order ratio is almost an astonishing two to one, making it probably the book with the highest subscription-to-order ratio in recent times.

It's probably the one with the best subscription-to-receiver ratio.

I can hardly believe that with two favorites, one reader would be willing to pay to continue reading.

I am filled with trepidation.

The author is very grateful for this support and is therefore striving to write even better works.

My efforts soon paid off.

It didn't take long, about twenty days, for the book to reach the "Excellent" level. It's a rare example of a single-world "Demon Slayer" masterpiece in recent years.

To repay the support of my readers, I have been working hard to write, and I want to write more every day.

But as I wrote, problems arose. The first problem was about the red spider lily. The transition from the weakest demon to a perfect demon after eating the red spider lily wasn't well written.

The transition was too abrupt, making the work lose its sense of immersion.

This was the first fatal mistake made.

The second fatal mistake was that the second sense of anticipation was not raised. I wanted to raise another sense of anticipation when the protagonist became the most perfect demon, which was the feeling of the protagonist being a third party who was detached from the Demon Slayer Corps and Muzan Kibutsuji.

However, many readers feel that I spend too much time writing and keep urging me to finish. Of course, I don't mean to blame the readers. It's just that I, as a writer, have experience dealing with this kind of situation. When I encounter this kind of problem, I also become anxious. I skip the second part of the story before I can create a second sense of anticipation. This leads to the second part of the story not being created, and then I fall into a very serious vicious cycle. As a result, after skipping the second part of the story, the reading experience becomes extremely boring, and the readers lose the most important sense of immersion.

This was the second fatal mistake I made.

As for other errors, there are many more.

Although they tried to salvage the situation afterward, it was too late to turn things around.