Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

Although she was so tired she wanted to collapse on the ground, Kanao still took the bear paw her uncle handed her, lowered her head, and ate it in small bites.

"I did it."

The girl ate while whispering, "Uncle, I've made a hundred cuts."

"Ah."

Su Mu remained silent.

"When can I chop people up with my uncle?"

Kanao raised her head and looked at Su Mu.

"It's still early."

He was somewhat perfunctory; in fact, he didn't want Kanao to continue.

Is it still early?

Kanao lowered her head, her pinkish-purple eyes drooping: "When will it be enough? Will it take a thousand cuts, ten thousand cuts, or how many cuts will be enough?"

Su Mu glanced at Kanao but didn't say anything.

"After you finish eating, rest."

After watching for a while, he patted Kanao's head.

"I want to practice my sword skills later..."

Kanao whispered.

"what ever."

He withdrew his hand from the girl's head: "If you insist on suffering, can I stop you?"

"It's not bitter."

Kanao pursed her lips, her pinkish-purple eyes filled with unwavering determination.

Su Mu didn't say anything, picked up a piece of firewood from the ground and threw it onto the campfire, and the flames immediately became much stronger.

After finishing her meal, Kanao picked up her Nichirin Blade again and began practicing.

Su Mu thought that Kanao would rest after practicing for a while and getting tired.

But Kanao practiced for a very long time... a very long time.

He practiced until he could barely stand up, until he could no longer hold the knife, and then he slumped down in despair.

"have a rest."

Su Mu appeared behind Kanao at some point, reaching out to pat the girl's back.

Her lips were slightly pursed.

Kanao raised her head and looked at Su Mu: "Uncle."

"Ah."

"Is Kanao really that useless? She can't even practice swordsmanship properly."

"No."

"When can I go with my uncle to kill people?"

"No need."

"It is necessary."

The girl looked at Su Mu stubbornly.

"You don't need to get involved."

He sighed.

"why?"

"Because Uncle is a demon, and Kanao is a human. If we side with Uncle, we will be at odds with everyone, which is not worth it."

"don't know."

"You don't need to understand, Uncle understands."

Su Mu patted Kanao's head: "Rest, you're exhausted."

Kanao wanted to keep going, but she really didn't have the strength. Su Mu reached out and gently picked Kanao up, placing her in the makeshift resting place.

Although they had tried their best to build a resting place, due to limited resources, they could only lay soft hay on the ground.

As for what was covered, it was just clothes that had been dried.

All he could do was make the campfire burn brighter so that it wouldn't be so cold to rest there.

He placed Kanao on the hay, then turned around to add more wood to the campfire so that the flames would burn brighter.

"uncle……"

Before he could turn around, the girl's soft voice reached his ears again.

He turned around and saw the girl looking at him with her beautiful pinkish-purple eyes.

"what happened?"

"Can I hug you?"

Su Mu hesitated for a moment, then bent down and hugged Kanao.

After hugging him, he prepared to add fuel to the fire.

"Please hug me a little longer, Uncle."

The girl's small hands wrapped around his neck, and she said softly, "I never want to be separated from Uncle like today again."

"I'm so scared~"

Su Mu opened his mouth, wanting to say something to Kanao, but found that the girl had closed her eyes at some point, leaving only her long eyelashes trembling with her breath.

He watched everything in silence.

Chapter 81 That Ghost, It's Different (3/4)

The house, weathered by wind and rain overnight, appeared even more dilapidated.

The people inside the house were also filled with fear and helplessness.

"Sister, brother, will brother be alright?"

Hanako clutched her older sister Nezuko's clothes, answering almost in tears.

"That ghost won't... kill my brother..."

Zhu Xiong's face turned pale, and his voice trembled.

Nezuko was also very scared and terrified, but she clenched her fists and firmly encouraged her younger brother and sister, saying, "That demon won't hurt you, it definitely won't."

"Takeo, Hanako, Shigeru, you must believe that your brother will be safe."

At this moment, Kamado Himawari, who was holding 'Mao', also nodded:

"It's okay, everything will be alright."

However, how could one feel at ease when the thought of the terrifying ghost that arrives in the dead of night came to mind?

Involuntarily, everyone's attention turned to the old man, Saburo, who seemed to be the one who understood ghosts best.

"Grandpa Sanlang, do you think my brother will be alright?"

Nezuko looked at the old man, her eyes almost pleading.

But as a 'hermit,' a 'hermit' who understands ghosts very well, and even whose own family was destroyed by ghosts, he knows the cruelty of ghosts deeply. How could he not know what the fate of being taken away by a ghost would be?

But how could he bear to tell everyone this cruel truth when faced with Nezuko's almost pleading gaze?

Turning his head, Saburo whispered, "I have already reported the situation here. New swordsmen will be arriving soon. Don't worry, once they arrive, they will definitely be able to rescue Tanjiro from the demons."

"Can he really be saved?"

Nezuko looked at her grandfather Saburo.

Saburo fell silent. The fate of being taken away by a demon was undoubtedly to become its food, and there was no way he could ever come back.

Upon seeing this, Nezuko staggered, tears streaming down her face at the thought that her beloved brother might be eaten by a demon.

"elder sister……"

Hanako grabbed Nezuko's clothes: "Sister, why are you crying? Is it because of brother...?"

Hanako's voice was choked with sobs at that moment.

Nezuko wiped her eyes with her hand, not daring to squat down to comfort her younger sister, afraid that if she did, the tears would start flowing uncontrollably. She could only pat her sister Hanako's head, tilt her head back, and gently say, "No, I'm not crying. The wind just blew sand into my eyes."

"Da da..."

Footsteps came from outside.

Soon, a man wearing a dark Demon Slayer Corps uniform, with sea-blue eyes, thick eyelashes, long black hair tied in a low ponytail, walked in expressionlessly.

Seeing the family's pain and sorrow, the man probably already knew everything.

Saburo saw the Demon Slayer Corps uniform, a man's signature look, and his face lit up with joy. He rushed forward, saying, "Sir, you've finally come! Yesterday, this place was haunted. You have no idea how cruel that demon was. It broke into the house in an instant and took Tanjiro away..."

The man listened expressionlessly, but his hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the hilt of his Nichirin Blade.

He had only recently passed the 'Vine Mountain Assault' test and was supposed to regroup with his team, but halfway there, news of a ghost attack suddenly arrived, so he hurried over.

However, he was still too late.

By the time he arrived, it was already daytime, and the victim had already been taken away by the ghost. He knew all too well the consequences of being taken away by the ghost, and he was perfectly aware of just how cruel and bloodthirsty these ugly monsters were.

After Saburo finished telling the man everything, he said to everyone with a happy expression, "These are the legendary demon hunters, who protect everyone. In fact, the ones from yesterday during the day were also demon hunters."

"May I ask who this gentleman is...?"

Saburo looked at the man.

"Tomioka Giyuu".