Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

This tomb, probably located in the very center of all the tombs, seems to be of the highest or oldest status.

He put Kanao down from his back and walked to the tombstone of the grave. The inscription on the tombstone had long since become blurred with the passage of time.

However, although the name of the person buried was blurred, it could still be barely discerned.

"poetry"

The characters must have been carved stroke by stroke with a sword. Looking at the characters, even across the vast expanse of time, the simple carving still gives one a sense of sharpness.

It's clear that this person is a master swordsman.

"If I remember correctly, Yoriichi Tsugikuni's wife's name was 'Poetry', right?"

In front of 'Poetry's' grave, there is another tombstone, but it is a nameless tombstone. However, the one who can be buried with 'Poetry' is probably the legendary Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

A person whom Muzan Kibutsuji has feared for centuries.

Even now, Muzan Kibutsuji still harbors fear of Yoriichi Tsugikuni's sword strike from years ago, and he cannot forget it, no matter how many years have passed.

Su Mu carefully examined the tombstone and saw several lines of small characters on it, which seemed to have been carved with a sword. Even at a glance, it gave people a sense of inexplicable grandeur.

Those who explore the ultimate path will all find themselves in the same place.

The simple handwriting seems to tell the story of the spiritual insights of this man named Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

Looking at these words, Su Mu silently closed his eyes, feeling that they contained an unparalleled understanding of swordsmanship, and even a very high artistic conception. However, he silently pondered for a long time, but gained nothing.

Clearly, one cannot truly understand the meaning of this sentence without reaching a certain level of swordsmanship and standing at a certain height.

Opening his eyes and looking at the words on it, Su Mu was somewhat disappointed. After all, this was the person who had instilled fear in Muzan Kibutsuji for thousands of years, just by mentioning his name.

It's an existence that breaks through the ceiling of this world.

If we can learn even a little bit, that would be great.

However, this is clearly wishful thinking.

But, in truth, even such a powerful swordsman could not escape the ravages of time. Now, he has turned into a handful of dust, leaving little trace in this world.

Once someone dies, they are truly gone. No matter how powerful a person was, once they die, all traces of their past will be gradually and completely erased from this world until they cease to exist.

Muzan Kibutsuji, terrified by Yoriichi Tsugikuni, continues to rule the darkness of this world, plunging countless people into fear and despair.

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Beside her, Kanao tilted her head, looked at the words on it, then looked up at her uncle, and then, just like her uncle, silently closed her eyes. Then, she opened her eyes, tilted her head, and looked at her uncle with a face full of doubt.

Seeing Kanao's actions, Su Mu couldn't help but laugh. He gently pinched the girl's nose, and then the two of them, one human and one ghost, began searching for flowers in this graveyard.

In the pitch-black night, two figures, one large and one small, wandered the graveyard, their presence adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere, especially against the backdrop of the extremely dim and chilling moonlight.

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Not far from the cemetery, a house still had its lights on, and the rooms were very clean.

A woman wearing a purple coat and a white collared long dress, with a gentle and beautiful demeanor, looked at the man lying on the bed with a face full of worry and fear.

Beside the woman were a sensible boy and a well-behaved girl.

"Cough cough..."

The man coughed violently, looking at his wife with guilt, then at his sensible child beside him, his eyes filled with worry.

"I...I'm afraid I'm not going to make it."

The man whispered, feeling his life force slowly slipping away, his whole being like a deflated balloon, rapidly weakening.

"Tanjuro, you'll get better. Tomorrow, I'll go to town again to find a doctor. The doctor will definitely have a solution."

The woman stepped forward, her face already streaked with tears: "You were so healthy before, you'll definitely get better, you'll definitely get better."

Tanjuro Kamado shook his head, feeling the changes in his body. He sighed, with a hint of resentment, "It's not getting better. Seeing a doctor won't help. Don't waste your money."

Before the woman could say anything more, the man coughed violently again, and his sensible and obedient daughter immediately patted her father's back.

"cough……"

Tanjuro Kamado coughed again, looking at his daughter who was gently patting his back, his eyes filled with pity: "If I'm gone, Nezuko, as the eldest daughter, you must help take care of your younger brother and sister..."

"I will, Father."

"cough……"

Tanjuro Kamado coughed again, and with some difficulty, took off the earring he was wearing on his earlobe, then waved to his son who was standing beside him.

"Tanjiro, this is the sun-shaped earring that has been passed down through generations of our Kamado family. Now, it is handed to you. You are the eldest son of the family. From today onwards, you are no longer a child. You must take on the responsibilities of this family like a man... Also, don't forget to 'breathe'."

"Father, I will."

Tanjiro was in tears.

The man looked at the woman one last time, with so much to say and so much guilt in his heart, but in the end, he could only whisper:

"Kuizhi, I'm afraid you'll suffer in the future."

Chapter 58 Being Cared For (5/5)

A human and a ghost wandered through the graveyard, searching for many flowers, but unfortunately, none of them were the blue spider lilies he desired.

Although he had expected it, Su Mu was still somewhat disappointed.

"Is there anything Uncle wants?"

The girl breathed softly, wiped the sweat from her temples with her small hands, tilted her head back, and looked on with anticipation.

Su Mu shook his head:

"You probably won't be able to find the red spider lily at night, so you'll have to look for it during the day. When that happens, we'll have to rely entirely on Kanao."

During the day, this evil spirit could only hide in the darkness like a rat, unable to find the red spider lily that only blooms during the day.

"No problem, Uncle. I will definitely help you find the red spider lily."

Kanao clenched her fist.

"Okay, that's about it. Let's find a place to rest nearby."

He patted Kanao's head.

"Ah."

Kanao nodded emphatically.

Su Mu was about to squat down and let Kanao climb onto her back, but Kanao got to his side first and grabbed his big hand with her small hands.

Why won't you let me carry you on my back?

"I want to go with my uncle."

"Walking will be tiring, I've been looking for flowers for so long, and besides, I'm a ghost, I don't feel tired."

"Not tired."

Kanao took small steps:

"Walking with Uncle is not tiring."

Su Mu glanced at Kanao; the girl had beads of sweat glistening on her temples, but her expression was very happy.

He hesitated for a moment, but decided to listen to Kanao's opinion.

"If you're tired, just tell me, and I'll carry you on my back."

He said something in a low voice, and his pace slowed down considerably.

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The area was surrounded by mountains, so there were naturally some caves. Soon, Su Mu found a cave where the sunlight couldn't reach.

Su Mu went inside for a quick look. This used to be the habitat of a large animal, but it seemed that the large animal hadn't been here for a long time.

He skillfully first found some dry grass, spread it on the cleaned ground, and then used his cloak as a blanket before inviting Kanao to sit on it.

The girl had walked for a long time and was already panting heavily. Now, sitting on the ground covered with dry grass, Kanao finally let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"If you're tired of talking to me, just tell me. You've been keeping quiet for so long, now you must be exhausted, right?"

As Su Mu prepared to build a campfire to cook for Kanao, he turned around and glared at the girl with his scarlet eyes.

"Not tired."

Kanao gave a slightly naive smile.

Seeing the girl slightly out of breath but still stubborn, he was speechless for a moment, and in the end he could only glare at Kanao one more time before giving up.

Kanao sat on the haystack, her little hands supporting her chin, quietly watching her uncle work. She watched him build the campfire little by little and start preparing the food. Before she knew it, the aroma of the food began to waft out.

Although I traveled around with my uncle all the way, I didn't feel any turmoil. On the contrary, I didn't feel any warmth in the so-called 'home' where I used to stay. But during the days I spent with my uncle, I seemed to gradually understand what 'home' felt like.

I experienced a warmth I had never felt before with my uncle.

This too

This is the first time I've experienced what it feels like to be cared for.

Not

It's because the ghost cares.

"We must help Uncle find the red spider lily."

The girl looked at her uncle, who had almost finished preparing the meal, and lowered her beautiful eyes slightly.

"Absolutely."

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Butterfly House

The Demon Slayer Corps' medical facility is where Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen are sent to treat their injuries. After recovery, they undergo physical rehabilitation training.

The place is bustling with activity right now.

Several short girls, only reaching the waist of an adult, ran back and forth, treating the wounds of the injured and applying ointment.

Wearing a Demon Slayer Corps uniform, with a delicate and beautiful face, a blue butterfly hair clip in her hair, and a sword hanging at her waist, the petite girl smiled slightly as she tended to a swordsman's wounds, speaking in a very gentle voice.