Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

As she spoke, the girl looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the shimmering light of a lake, brighter and warmer than the sunlight.

After taking the flowers, Su Mu tidied up Kanao's messy hair and straightened her clothes before gently pinching her nose with his finger: "Dinner's ready, let's eat. I came to see if there were any flowers I needed."

"Ah."

Kanao nodded heavily, then went to the campfire. In the cleaned area next to the campfire, there was a small pot of chicken stew with mushrooms and a bowl of rice.

Looking at the food, Kanao unconsciously turned her head to look at her uncle. Seeing that her uncle was looking at the flowers she had found one by one, she lowered her head and happily ate the small bowl of rice. Although she didn't know if she had found the flowers her uncle needed, she was already very happy to be able to do something for him.

Su Mu held the bouquet and examined each flower carefully. He didn't recognize the blue spider lily, but he still looked at each one attentively.

After looking at them, I remembered what each flower looked like, and then I tasted each one.

Unfortunately, after tasting all the different kinds of flowers that were picked, I didn't feel any changes in my body. Obviously, there was no such thing as the blue spider lily among these flowers.

Somewhat disappointed, but also expected. If it were so easy to find the blue spider lily, Muzan Kibutsuji wouldn't have searched for it for a thousand years without success.

"There is still hope if we search in the area where Tanjiro Kamado lives; otherwise, I will only end up like Muzan Kibutsuji."

Kanao took a small bite of rice, and seeing that her uncle had tried all the flowers she had picked, her eyes filled with anticipation: "Uncle, do you have the spider lily you're looking for?"

Su Mu shook his head, looking at the girl's slightly disappointed eyes, and reached out to pat her head: "We'll find it eventually."

He smiled and looked at the large bouquet of flowers still in his hand. Logically speaking, these flowers were not blue spider lilies and were useless; they should have been thrown away.

But after hesitating for a moment, he remembered that there seemed to be vines growing in the cave, so he found one, sat down by the campfire, and slowly began to weave it.

Beside the campfire, in the flickering firelight, the 'man-eating' demon sat there gently, as a wreath woven from vines was gradually being created.

Su Mu looked at the wreath he had woven. It wasn't very well woven, but it could still be considered a wreath.

Gently place the flower wreath on Kanao, who is taking small bites of food with her head down.

Kanao was originally a very delicate girl, but the filth of the past prevented her from showing her brilliance. Now, with the care she has received these past few days and the replenishment of ample food, she is like a willow branch in spring, sprouting tender new shoots.

At this moment, the flower wreath on her head added to the beauty of the slender young woman.

"good."

Looking at his masterpiece, Su Mu was very satisfied.

Kanao reached out and touched the flower wreath on her head, then looked up at her uncle, and finally lowered her head again to sip the chicken soup. Suddenly, she felt that the chicken soup had become very sweet.

Chapter 53 Giyu Tomioka

"Are we late?"

Hiroshi Furukawa and the group of swordsmen stood silently in place, watching the scene before them.

The place that once held life and warmth is now nothing but a wreckage devoured by fire, silently breathing in the hazy morning mist.

The entire body was devoured, leaving only a white skeleton; ribs twisted in the flames; half a hand desperately stretched forward.

Everything tells the story of what happened here.

The girl wearing the fox mask squatted down, looking at the skeleton at her feet, where flesh and blood still lingered. The small skeleton indicated the identity of the child's owner.

Imagining the scenes that had once taken place here, Makomo couldn't help but tremble.

She had heard of the cruelty of demons and knew that they were addicted to humans, but it was all just in her imagination. She had never seen a demon in person, and she knew just how cruel they were.

But now, seeing the scene of destruction caused by evil spirits, I realize that this cruelty is far more terrifying and unforgivable than I imagined.

"Is this... a demon?"

Makomo stared blankly at the horrific scene before her. She could imagine how happy the families who once lived here must have been, but everything had been utterly destroyed and ruthlessly annihilated by the smell of blood.

"Yes, this is a demon."

Looking at the shocked Makomo, Hiroshi Furukawa gritted his teeth. What he had experienced was far more cruel than this. He had witnessed demons kill his father and eat his mother. He had faced it head-on...

Every time I think of it, I hear my parents' painful cries, and every time I think of it, I feel unbearable pain.

But for Makomo, this was the first time she had witnessed such a horrific scene, and she found it difficult to accept.

"Do these ghosts really have no humanity at all? They...they were once...human too!"

"Even if you become a ghost, will you treat your former companions like this?"

Seeing such a horrific scene for the first time was something Makomo could hardly imagine.

Looking at the wreckage before him, and then at the dazed Makomo, Hiroshi Furukawa sighed softly.

"This... is a demon, a cruel and terrifying demon. Even if they were once human, the moment they became demons, they were no longer human. They became man-eating monsters."

"From the moment they become ghosts, we humans are nothing more than delicious food that smells good to them."

As he spoke, 'Hiroshi Furukawa' stroked the hilt of his Nichirin Blade at his waist: 'These demons all deserve to die. Every single one of them deserves to die. When you see them, just kill them directly with ruthless methods. No reason is needed.'

"It is time to purge these... evil spirits."

Makomo, behind the fox mask, closed her eyes slightly, but the cruel scene before her eyes lingered in her mind. She couldn't help but think of her senior brothers and sisters who had participated in the 'Fujigakuyama' assessment, and Sabito. They... all perished among these demons, and then... were they eaten by the demons?

Just thinking about these things made Makomo's small hands clench slightly. At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind: to find this demon and cut off its neck.

At that moment, Makomo suddenly understood why, even knowing that demon hunting is dangerous, so many people still choose this path every year.

Why choose to continue on the path of demon hunting even though you know you might die?

Because these ghosts are simply unforgivable.

"Search the surrounding area thoroughly and try to find any clues left behind by the ghost."

Hiroshi Furukawa spoke to his companion.

The swordsmen immediately began searching everywhere, trying their best to find any traces left by the ghost.

Makomo also joined the others in searching the same spot.

"If only I had my master's keen sense of smell."

As she searched, Makomo sighed. As a disciple of Urokodaki, Makomo naturally knew how sharp her master's sense of smell was. In a tragedy like the one that had just occurred, there would definitely be the scent of an evil spirit left at the scene. If her master were here, he could easily find the evil spirit by following those scents.

"Yes, if Lord Urokodaki were here, finding this demon would be too easy. Everyone knows Lord Urokodaki's abilities."

"Master is naturally the most skilled."

Hearing his beloved master being praised, Makomo was naturally very proud.

"Speaking of which, Ms. Makomo, I've always had some doubts."

Hiroshi Furukawa walked over, looked at Makomo, and asked with some curiosity, "With Makomo's skills, she is obviously very capable. Did you learn from Lord Urokodaki?"

"Naturally, it was taught by my master."

Makomo answered without hesitation.

"That's very strange. If Miss Makomo's skills were taught by Lord Urokodaki, then Lord Urokodaki, as a 'trainer,' should be quite good. So why did his disciple fail to pass the 'Fujikasayama' test, and not even make it out alive?"

Makomo wanted to refute it, but didn't know how, after all, the facts were there.

"Speaking of which, with Makomo's abilities, you should actually be the one to take the 'Fujikazuyama' test this year. We've seen your strength, and passing the 'Fujikazuyama' test would be no problem at all."

Hiroshi Furukawa was somewhat moved.

“Junior Brother Sabito’s strength is no less than mine.”

Makomo argued in a low voice.

In fact, she had planned to go to the 'Fujigakuyama' assessment this year, but Sabito told her that one of the three had to stay behind. If none of them passed, there would only be Master Urokodaki left at Kyogiri Mountain. So, she stayed behind to take care of her master.

Hiroshi Furukawa didn't quite believe that Sabito's strength could compare to Makomo's. If he really could, then he would definitely succeed in this year's Fujikasane Mountain's new swordsman assessment.

"Boss, the news you asked us to gather about this year's new 'Fujikasayama' swordsmen has come back."

A swordsman walked over.

Beside her, Makomo's small hands clenched tightly, her eyes still filled with expectation, but even more so with fear.

In fact, Master had already received news about this year's 'Vine Mountain Assault' assessment, and since receiving the news, she had been sitting alone on the mountaintop for several days. At that time, she probably already guessed the result.

Although... I guessed the outcome.

But deep down, there was still a lingering reluctance to believe it, and a sliver of hope—what if, just what if…

After all, she was well aware of Sabito's strength.

"How to say?"

Hiroshi Furukawa began to speak.

The swordsman glanced at Makomo, then hesitated.

"From the moment I joined the Demon Slayer Corps, I was prepared to die on this path. Along the way, I will always have to endure the pain of losing my comrades."

Hiroshi Furukawa sighed softly. If he couldn't even bear these things, then there was no point in pursuing the path of demon slayers.

"According to the information we received, Tomioka Giyuu, the disciple of Lord Urokodaki, successfully passed the 'Fujikaze Mountain' assessment this time. Not only did Tomioka Giyuu pass this assessment, but all the swordsmen who participated in this year's assessment also passed smoothly."

"Everything passed?"

Hiroshi Furukawa found it hard to believe. The swordsman examination at Fujikazeyama was always extremely rigorous, and only a few swordsmen could pass each year. There had never been a case where all of them passed smoothly.

"Where's the Jade Rabbit?"

Makomo's eyes lit up. If Giyu Tomioka passed the test, then Sabito should be able to pass as well. After all, Sabito is much stronger than Giyu Tomioka.

Sabito was his master's most prized disciple, and his master had high expectations for him. His master once said that his junior brother Sabito would definitely be able to awaken the 'Scarlet Mark' in the future, which was something that many 'Pillars' could not do, and he would become an extremely powerful swordsman.

"It must have failed. After the assessment, Sabito was nowhere to be seen. I heard that only a warding-off-disaster mask was found on the mountaintop. According to some of the people who passed, Sabito seemed to have almost wiped out all the demons of 'Mount Fujikasane' by himself, but it seems that he eventually ran out of strength..."

The swordsman whispered.

"How could this be..."

Makomo, who had been elegant and quiet throughout the journey, unusually lost her composure.

Chapter 54 Being a Strong Person (1/5)

Upon hearing the confirmed news, Makomo was unusually flustered. While she was happy that Giyu Tomioka had passed the test, she couldn't believe Sabito's failure.

If there are two people and only one passes the 'Fujiyama' test, Makomo feels that, no matter what, it should be Sabito.

After all, Giyu Tomioka is far inferior to Sabito.