Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

"Haha... I was just kidding. How could there be ghosts in this world?"

Hiroshi Furukawa chuckled and patted Tanjiro on the shoulder, then shook his head at the swordsman beside him.

Everyone was feeling a bit disheartened.

Tanjiro scratched his head, looking at the strange behavior of these swordsmen, and dared not easily tell them about the two people in the cave.

Although Grandpa Sanlang said these people were all good people, he smelled a strong stench of blood, the stench of death, and a strong aura of danger emanating from them, which made him uneasy.

but

Inside the cave, the person's scent was just as unsettling.

Neither side seemed easy to provoke.

The boy continued walking forward, the heavy burden of his family weighing on him; he could no longer act like a child who didn't have to think about anything.

Perhaps this is what my father meant by 'growing up'.

Chapter 70 A Familiar Figure (2/4)

Kamado Aoi stood at the doorway, her red eyes looking at the group that Tanjiro had brought back with a puzzled expression. Apart from the girl wearing a mask, they all looked rather fierce.

Hanako and Shigeru, who were crying inside the house, even stopped crying under the pressure of these people.

Only Rokuta, who was being held by Nezuko and was still an infant, completely oblivious to everything, let out a giggle.

"Kuizhi, these are all my friends. They just came to visit. Don't worry about them."

Saburo stepped forward and explained to Kamado Kui-e.

Hiroshi Furukawa nodded: "I apologize for the intrusion today, but there are a few things I would like to ask you."

"You said."

Clutching her clothes tightly, Kui-Chi from the stove looked somewhat nervous and worried.

Hiroshi Furukawa also realized this, but there was nothing he could do. These demon slayers always walked on the edge of death and danger, so it was normal for them to have a fierce aura.

This is one of the reasons why most Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen are destined to have no turning back once they embark on the path of demon slayers, because they are constantly walking on the edge of life and death and can no longer live a normal life like ordinary people.

Everyone has some psychological issues to some extent, which leads to many Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen having particularly strange personalities.

"Has anyone come to our door at night recently, or has there been any unusual activity in the neighborhood?"

Hiroshi Furukawa tried to speak in a gentle voice, saying that although he had already asked Tanjiro, he still wanted to ask again.

“No one has come to our house at night these days, and there’s nothing unusual in the neighborhood.”

While 'Hiroshi Furukawa' was questioning them, the swordsmen dispersed and looked around the vicinity, hoping to find some clues.

But soon, everyone shook their heads.

Watching the group's actions, Kamado Aoi's eyes held worry. Tanjiro had somehow appeared beside his family, his hand almost touching the axe covered in firewood.

"Madam, don't worry, everyone here is a very nice person."

Makomo also offered a gentle explanation from the side.

Kamado Aoi could only manage a weak smile when she looked at the mask on Makomo's face.

"Does your house have a cellar or any dark places?"

Seeing his teammates return one by one, Hiroshi Furukawa then asked Aoi Kamado.

"There are cellars for storing grain, and also facilities for burning wood to make charcoal..."

Kamado Kui-e looked worried.

"Could you take us there to have a look?"

Hiroshi Furukawa strives to soften his voice.

"no problem."

After being brought to the location, a swordsman gripped the hilt of his Nichirin Blade and walked solemnly toward the dark cellar.

The entire space was filled with a somber and desolate atmosphere.

In this tense atmosphere, Kamado Aoi had already pulled the child behind her, and Tanjiro also gripped the axe handle. Although Grandpa Saburo said that these people were not bad people, with such fierce and menacing appearances, were they really not bad people?

Soon, the swordsman who had entered the cellar came out and shook his head at 'Hiroshi Furukawa'.

…………

Afterwards, they searched several dark areas in the room but found no clues.

No human bones or traces of evil spirits 'devouring people' were found; everything seemed normal.

There was no sign of ghosts.

"I'm sorry to bother you."

Hiroshi Furukawa bowed slightly and apologized to Aoi Kamado. Then, he took out some money from his pocket and handed it over: "Please accept our condolences for what happened to your family, Madam. We were unable to help in any way. This is a small token of our sympathy. Please accept it."

The other swordsmen also took out some money from their pockets.

As demon hunters who walk on the edge of danger, the Ubuyashiki clan provides generous rewards for swordsmen, and none of them are too short of money.

Suddenly, a lot of money was placed on the table in the room.

"This...is not good..."

Kawamoto Kuiji stepped forward, intending to return the money to everyone.

"We've troubled you here, but we have other matters to attend to, so we won't stay any longer."

Hiroshi Furukawa bowed slightly, preventing Aoi Kamado from returning the money, then called to his companions and turned to leave.

Watching Hiroshi Furukawa's departing figure, Aoi Kamado turned to Saburo and asked, "Who are these people...?"

"They're all my friends, not bad people, they just look a little fierce."

Saburo gave a wry smile. It seemed that Kamado Aoi was really worried about these swordsmen. But then again, the family had just lost its pillar of support. Without a man, how could she feel at ease?

"Grandpa Sanlang, what exactly do they do?"

Tanjiro put down his axe and walked over.

"Well, how should I put it? People who walk in the night and protect everyone are all very good people."

Saburo's aged face was filled with admiration and respect.

Tanjiro looked up at the departing figures of Hiroshi Furukawa and his group, then turned to Saburo and asked, "Are they really demon slayers?"

"Ha, maybe."

Seeing that Kamado Aoi was also looking over, Saburo shook his head and sighed, "Let's deal with Tanjuro's matter together first. Is the coffin ready...?"

Tanjiro, who had initially been somewhat curious, lost much of his interest when Saburo mentioned his father.

…………

Makomo and the group of swordsmen led by Hiroshi Furukawa walked along a mountain road and stopped at a high point on a hillside.

"Although we haven't found the ghost yet, which is regrettable and frustrating, this is where it ends."

Hiroshi Furukawa turned around and looked at everyone's exhausted faces: "This time, everyone can get a good rest."

The swordsmen also showed relaxed expressions. This ghost-hunting mission was the longest and most labor-intensive in the past. In total, they killed four ghosts. Apart from the ghost that could not be found, this was the most ghosts killed in the past missions.

It's over, everyone can finally relax.

"I will contact Lord Kyojuro in a few days, and then we can all have a meal together."

Hiroshi Furukawa flashed a hearty smile.

Seeing everyone's slightly excited expressions, 'Hiroshi Furukawa' was also happy, but when he saw the masked girl standing to the side, his mood seemed to drop slightly: "Our mission is over this time. What are your plans? Are you going back to Mount Sagiri?"

"Yes, we've been out for a long time."

Makomo reached out and smoothed the strands of hair that fell to her earlobe.

'Hiroshi Furukawa' was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "I will let you know when I have arranged a time to have dinner with 'Kyojuro'. If you are free, you can come and have dinner with us."

"it is good."

Makomo, hidden behind the mask, nodded.

Hiroshi Furukawa opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Makomo turned his head, and the bright eyes under the mask made the man lose his composure slightly.

"During this time, I have learned a lot thanks to the care of my seniors."

The girl bent down slightly.

"What? It was clearly Ms. Makomo who helped us the most."

"Yes, if it weren't for Miss Makomo, our journey to hunt demons would have been incredibly difficult."

……

The swordsmen all waved their hands.

After a few more brief chats, although there was still some reluctance, it was finally time to part ways.

A gentle breeze ruffled her hair as Makomo bowed slightly to everyone: "I'll be going now. I wish you all good luck in your military endeavors."

"I also wish Miss Makomo success in the 'Fujikakuyama' swordsman exam next year."

"Thank you."

Makomo nodded, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her figure gracefully disappeared.

Hiroshi Furukawa stood on the bluestone, silently watching the slender figure disappear, and remained standing there for a long time.

"Boss, why didn't you say so earlier? Maybe there would have been an opportunity?"

A swordsman approached, somewhat annoyed for 'Hiroshi Furukawa'.

Having hunted demons together for so long, how could the boss, as a teammate who spends every day with her, not see that his feelings for Makomo are special?

"People like us don't have time to think about these things."

Hiroshi Furukawa shook his head, remaining silent.

"But Miss Makomo is also a swordswoman. How is she any different from us?"