Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

Shinobu Kocho ignored him and simply clapped her hands. Immediately, a noisy sound arose, and several short girls, barely reaching Kanae Kocho's waist, rushed over. They grabbed the man's hands and feet and lifted him up before he could resist.

The man struggled, but the girls were very strong, and he was badly injured, so it was impossible for him to fight back.

"Sir, do you know that man's name?"

Kanae Kocho gently inquired about the condition of an injured person standing nearby.

"His name is Giyu Tomioka. This time, he killed the three-headed demon all by himself. He's really amazing."

The injured person expressed their admiration.

"So, he is Giyu Tomioka."

Hearing the injured man's words, Shinobu Kocho couldn't help but look at the man who had already been carried onto the hospital bed.

Perhaps knowing that he could no longer resist, Giyu Tomioka remained silent at this moment.

Shinobu Kocho walked over and began treating Giyu Tomioka's injuries. When she was about to use a knife to cut away the rotting flesh, she looked up and asked, "Should we use anesthesia?"

"Need not."

Giyu Tomioka was a man of few words.

"It will hurt a lot without anesthesia!"

Kanae Butterfly also came over: "Use some, it will greatly relieve the pain."

"Need not."

Giyu Tomioka uttered only two words before falling silent once again.

Shinobu Kocho, holding a small knife, her face tense, began to cut away the rotten flesh near the wound. She could feel the injured person trembling from the pain, but she didn't say a word, silently gritting her teeth.

After treating all the wounds, Shinobu looked at Giyu Tomioka, who had fainted from the pain, and her purple eyes were filled with admiration: "This person is so outstanding. I heard that Sabito is even more powerful than him. It's hard to imagine that someone like him could perish at 'Fujisakuyama'?"

As she spoke, Shinobu looked up at her sister and asked, "So, is there really no problem with the 'Wisteria Mountain' swordsman assessment?"

"Relying on 'Fujikasayama' for swordsman assessments has always gone smoothly. If there's any unexpected situation, it's that 'Uroko no Taki's' disciples have died one after another during 'Fujikasayama' swordsman assessments."

Kanae whispered.

“Before, I thought that Urokodaki-senpai was not suitable to be a trainer, but today, after seeing the situation of Tomioka Giyuu, I feel that something unexpected might have happened during the swordsman assessment of ‘Fujikazuyama’?”

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Sagiyama

Quiet room

Standing beside the hot pot hanging by the stove, a girl with medium-length black hair, wearing a short kimono with plum blossom patterns, was taking a spoonful of hot pot and gently sipping it.

"It's already very delicious."

Makomo said with a hint of pride, "My cooking skills are getting better and better."

As he spoke, he walked toward the house next door and saw an old man sitting quietly inside with a gentle face. On the table was a fierce-looking Tengu mask.

"Master, lunch is ready."

"Ah."

Urokodaki Sakonji stood up and walked towards the house next door, with Makomo following closely behind.

"Master, I made your favorite mushroom and chicken stew today!"

Makomo raised her eyes, a sweet smile on her face.

"Ah."

Urokodaki Sakonji picked up a bowl, scooped out a bowlful with a spoon and handed it to Makomo, then scooped out a bowlful for himself, and ate silently with his head down.

Makomo tilted her head and glanced at her master, then lowered her head and ate silently.

quickly

Urokodaki Sakonji finished the large bowl of food, looked up, and said, "I plan to cultivate a small plot of land nearby."

That's great.

Makomo's eyes crinkled into a smile: "What does Master plan to plant up there?"

"I plan to plant some rapeseed flowers."

Makomo lowered her head slightly. Her favorite flower was rapeseed. Every time the rapeseed flowers were in full bloom, she would go to see them for a very long time.

Although the master didn't say anything, he told her that he hoped to see her again next year when the rapeseed flowers bloom.

Then, the girl raised her head and looked at Urokodaki Sakonji, who was not wearing the tengu mask: "Master, I will definitely pass the 'Fujikasayama' test."

Not only did she need to pass the assessment, but she also needed to understand why her senior brothers and sisters had failed over the years, and why Sakitama had failed.

"Steel Rabbit said the same thing before you."

Urokodaki Sakonji stood up, walked to the door, and looked at the setting sun: "How about we accumulate some more strength, train for another year, and participate in the assessment again next year?"

Makomo walked over to Urokodaki Sakonji, turned her head to look at her most respected master, and said softly, "Will you say the same thing next year, Master?"

The old man didn't speak.

Makomo stopped looking at her most respected master, Urokodaki Sakonji, and instead, like her master, gazed at the setting sun: "Master, when you joined the Demon Slayer Corps, did you ever consider that you would die on this path?"

The old man turned around, glanced at Makomo, and shook his head.

"Master wasn't afraid of any of these things back then, so why are you suddenly afraid when it comes to your disciple?"

“They are different.”

Urokodaki Sakonji shook his head.

"Master, you've been feeling guilty, haven't you?"

Makomo turned her head, her beautiful eyes looking at her most respected master, Urokodaki Sakonji.

But Urokodaki Sakonji was somewhat hesitant to face his apprentice at that moment.

"Master has always felt guilty, always feeling that he is the one who caused the deaths of Senior Brother and Senior Sister, right?"

Makomo's arched eyebrows revealed a rare hint of anger: "But Master, why should you feel guilty about this?"

"This is the choice of our senior brothers and sisters, and Sabito's own choice. Everyone is prepared to die on the path of demon hunting, just like Master did back then!"

"Even if Makomo dies at 'Fujikasayama' just like Sabito, it will be Makomo's own choice."

With that, Makomo bowed deeply to Urokodaki Sakonji: "Please, Master, do not take all the blame upon yourself."

"Senior brother, senior sister, Qian Tu will not blame Master."

"Even if Makomo doesn't come back, I won't blame Master."

"So, Master."

Please don't put so much pressure on yourself.

"This is by no means the master's fault."

Urokodaki Sakonji's hand, hidden in his sleeve, clenched tightly. He didn't look at Makomo, but instead looked into the distance. Then, he pointed to a spot and said, "I plan to cultivate land over there and plant rapeseed flowers."

He paused for a moment, then opened his mouth to say something, but his voice was already hoarse, as if he couldn't continue.

"I will still be here when the rapeseed flowers bloom."

Makomo tilted her head, her eyes crinkling, and spoke in a gentle voice, as if coaxing a child:

"I assure my master."

As she spoke, the girl reached out and gently tugged at her master's sleeve: "Master, you're such a grown man, why are you still crying?"

The old man stubbornly raised his head, his voice hoarse:

I didn't cry.

"Whatever Master says goes. Anyway, I didn't see it and I won't tell anyone. The revered 'Water Pillar' is actually a crybaby. Otherwise, why would Master wear such a fierce-looking Tengu mask?"

"I just feel that my face is too gentle, which makes me easy for evil spirits to look down on and fool when I'm hunting ghosts."

"So that's why Master wore the Tengu mask! But Master, no wonder those ghosts looked down on you. Your face is so gentle, like a girl's. Actually, Master would look very beautiful in women's clothing, wouldn't you?"

Chapter 121 This is the last time, this will not happen again (2/4 (combined))

"Sir, are we... really going to move?"

Kamado Aoi stood beside Su Mu, watching the man instructing a car dealership employee. She lowered her head slightly, a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

Ever since that ghost...

Not

When the gentleman came to the kitchen family, the family, which had been struggling in poverty, quickly improved. She no longer had to worry about the oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea for tomorrow, the children no longer had to endure hunger, and they had new clothes and new toys. In fact, the gentleman even began to teach them skills.

Although the old samurai class has long since declined, it is still unattainable for the lower classes, especially for ordinary people like Kamado Aoi who live deep in the mountains. Even her husband, Kamado Tanjuro, never had the opportunity to learn swordsmanship.

Living deep in the mountains, they were so isolated from news that they didn't realize that many samurai were now struggling to survive. Unlike before, samurai were no longer high above others; under guns and cannons, they could only cower and tremble.

For Kamado Aoi, life is good now. It's relatively stable, the children are happy every day, and there's no need to worry about the family. Except for the occasional feeling of loneliness at night, everything is fine.

Under these circumstances, Kamado Aoi really didn't want to move.

The last time we moved here from the deep mountains, walking in the cold, snowy weather was a difficult experience for the whole family. In fact, we almost had an accident. Thinking back on that moving experience, Kamado Aoi still feels lingering fear.

"Yes, Mrs. Kuizhi."

Su Mu turned around and looked at the sunflower branches by the stove.

"Then... that's fine."

Although Kamado Aoi was reluctant, she would only obey Su Mu's decision; she was the kind of woman who inherently liked to follow men's orders.

Although Su Mu is not her man, habits are hard to change. Even before, when Tanjiro, who was still very young, really made up his mind to move in the freezing snow, Kamado Aoi still chose to listen to Tanjiro.

"I'll go tidy up the clothes in your room, sir."

Kamado Aoi smoothed her slightly disheveled hair with her hand and said softly.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to Mrs. Kuizhi."

Su Mu spoke gently.