Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

"Sir, you're too kind. It's my honor. Nezuko just cooked some red bean porridge. If you're hungry, please come and have a taste. Nezuko has been studying very hard lately..."

Su Mu turned his head and looked at the sunflower branch by the stove.

Kamado Aoi lowered her head, unable to say anything more. The other party had come to the Kamado family in the first place because of Nezuko, but now, why had they suddenly stopped making any moves?

Previously, she was quite reluctant, but during this time, the other party's demeanor, generosity, strength, gentleness, and other qualities were far beyond what other men in this place could achieve, and were even unworthy of comparison.

Such an outstanding man could even stir the heart of a woman like her. Perhaps because she had been married before, she understood how rare it was to find a man who was gentle with women. This was evident in the way he cared for Kanao.

Where else can you find a man who cares so much about every little thing?

She had never even seen a man wash a woman's feet before. Although Kanao was just a little girl, such a thing was truly rare.

Even now, Kamado Aoi is actually quite willing for Nezuko to stay with her teacher.

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The only concern is whether there will be any problems if a ghost and a human were to combine and produce bloodlines.

"I'll be there in a bit."

Su Mu said something.

"Ok."

Kamado Aoi lowered her head slightly and gently said to Kanao, who was standing next to her master and looking at her, "Kanao, would you like to help me tidy up the master's clothes?"

Kanao looked up at Su Mu, her pinkish-purple eyes blinking slightly.

Su Mu knew Kanao very well. With just a blink of an eye, he roughly knew what she was thinking. He gently patted Kanao's head and said, "Go."

"Ah."

Kanao then walked towards Kamado Hime.

Before leaving, Kamado Aoi bowed gently and bent over before taking Kanao's hand and leading her into the house.

The woman's quiet and gentle movements made Su Mu's eyelids twitch. The thoughtfulness of a gentle woman always gives a man a sense of security.

For him, a lonely soul from another world who had come to this place, it was actually quite attractive.

Shaking his head to clear his mind of distractions, he waved to Tanjiro, who was hurrying home.

Tanjiro had just rushed back, his breathing still a little heavy, and he was about to speak in a hurried voice, but Su Mu smiled and said, "Don't rush, catch your breath first, and have some water."

He went back into the house and poured himself a glass of water: "Have a glass of water and calm down first."

Tanjiro took the cup, but instead of drinking, he said, "My master instructed me to go to the house in town marked with the wisteria flower clan emblem. When I went inside, I saw several people, all of whom were injured..."

"Oh, it seems that the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen are resting."

Su Mu nodded. Besides the full support of the 'Ubuyashiki' family, families with wisteria patterns carved on their gates are also among the most powerful supporters of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Of course, unlike the 'Ubuyashiki', this family with wisteria patterns is not actually just one family in the strict sense.

Instead, many people who had suffered persecution from demons were rescued by the Demon Slayer Corps. Grateful for their help, they provided financial support and conveniences for the Demon Slayer Corps' swordsmen in terms of food, clothing, and shelter. To make it easier for the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen to find them quickly, they placed wisteria flowers at their doorsteps. Over time, this formed the wisteria pattern. Eventually, someone stepped forward to unify it, and thus the so-called Wisteria Pattern House, or Wisteria Family, was formed.

"Are these the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen who protect humanity and slay demons?"

Tanjiro asked in a low voice, and the image of Hiroshi Furukawa and his group involuntarily came to mind. These people had come to his house to investigate the anomalies before, presumably to look for demons, or rather, to find the master's whereabouts.

Thinking back to that rainy night, the gentleman led him to a swordsman. The gentleman had fought a life-or-death battle with that swordsman and ultimately killed him.

Aside from the swordsman killed by the master, I wonder what became of Hiroshi Furukawa and his group who were searching for the master together.

"Hmm, if we follow these people, we should be able to easily find traces of the ghost."

Su Mu sighed softly, looking at Tanjiro who was bowing his head, his fists slightly clenched, a mixture of excitement and trepidation. He patted the boy's shoulder and said, "Knowing their whereabouts is enough. But Tanjiro, are you really prepared to fight to the death with the demons?"

The boy pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

That's good.

Su Mu smiled and said, "But before that, we need to settle our family in first. This time, we'll move to a more stable place."

Where are you planning to move to, sir?

"Saagiri Mountain."

Su Mu patted Tanjiro on the shoulder: "Train hard, your time is running out."

Tanjiro nodded seriously.

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Kamado Aoi led Kanao to the room.

She cleans the room every day; it's very tidy and not messy at all, and everything is kept very clean.

Kamado Aoi retrieved her luggage from the cupboard, then took out the clothes stored there. There were only a few pieces of clothing belonging to Su Mu, but Kanao had a lot. She carried all the clothes to the bed, then looked at Kanao, who was following beside her and constantly scrutinizing her, and smiled gently:

"The master seems to really dote on Kanao. He doesn't even have two or three clothes for himself, but he buys you a lot of clothes."

Kanao tilted her head.

"Come on, let's pack up all the clothes we need so we can take them with us later."

As she spoke, Kui Zhi began folding the clothes, then neatly placed them one by one into her bag.

Kanao sat beside him, blinking as she watched Kamado Aoi busy herself. After hesitating, she also took a piece of clothing and put it in her bag.

"Kanao, it's better to fold it up a bit. That way, the clothes won't wrinkle, and we can put more in."

Kamado Aoi took out the clothes that Kanao had put in her bag, and then said gently, "Look, this is how you fold them."

Kanao also picked up a piece of clothing and awkwardly tried to imitate it.

"Has Kanao never folded clothes like this before?"

Kamado Aoi watched the girl's clumsy movements and asked a question.

Kanao shook her head.

"It seems that the master really dotes on you."

Kamado Aoi said softly, "But girls shouldn't be too spoiled just because they're pampered. Because sometimes, men get tired too, and when they're tired, they also want someone to lean on..."

Kanao blinked.

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Su Mu strode into the living room. The teacups on the table were still steaming, but no one was there. The host must have just left.

Not long after he entered, Nezuko peeked out from the room next door. When she saw him looking over, she immediately pulled her head back in. Soon, Nezuko came out of the room next door, carrying a small bowl that was steaming hot.

The girl took small, quick steps the whole time, but her pace was quite fast.

"I...I cooked red bean porridge, you...you should try it."

The girl placed the small bowl on the table next to her.

"it is good."

Su Mu nodded, picked up the small bowl, and seeing Nezuko still standing there so charmingly, he smiled and said, "You sit down too."

The girl placed her small hands on her stomach, lowered her head, and sat down on the other side of the table, keeping her head down the entire time.

Su Mu picked up the bowl, but instead of tasting it immediately, he sniffed it.

"I... this is my first time making this, and I don't know if it will suit your taste. It might not be good. If it's not good, you don't have to eat it. I'll try again next time..."

"Ha, is this your first time? I think I'll really like it. I'm the kind of person who enjoys trying new things."

"It might not taste good..."

Nezuko said in a low voice.

"Then I'll try it first."

As he spoke, he picked up a soup spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.

Nezuko, who had been looking down, suddenly raised her head. Her hands, which had been resting in front of her lower abdomen, unconsciously lifted up, almost cupping her chest, and she stared at the man without blinking.

She watched intently as the man swallowed the red bean porridge down his throat, then stared nervously at the contours of his face.

"It's delicious."

The gentle voice made Nezuko almost jump: "Really?"

Then, as if realizing her lapse in composure, Nezuko immediately placed her little hand on her lower abdomen: "I put some konpeito in it, and as Mom said, I also put some red dates in it. I got up very early this morning to cook it, and it took a long time..."

"I see, no wonder it tastes so good."

Su Mu took another sip and praised it once again.

Nezuko secretly glanced at the man's face and saw that he seemed to like it very much. A happy look appeared on her delicate face.

He looked quite satisfied.

"Is it a bit too sweet? Will it get too cloying if I eat a few more bites?"

"It's alright, I'll just use less konpeito next time."

“I also think I put in a bit too much konpeito. I just thought I really like konpeito, so I put in more. Maybe it will taste better, and maybe you will like it more.”

The girl couldn't help but lean closer: "Next time I make it, I'll put less konpeito."

"Wouldn't that be particularly troublesome?"

"It's no trouble at all."

Nezuko replied softly, then looked up at the man and said, "It's what I should do anyway."

"There's no such thing as 'should' or 'shouldn't'."

Su Mu was somewhat amused and exasperated. The other person hadn't insisted on cooking for him. It was only when he looked up that he realized the girl was quite close. He could almost feel her warm breath on his face. From his angle, he could clearly see the white skin on the girl's neck, the rosy cheeks, and even some very fine downy hairs.

Nezuko immediately realized she had gotten a little too close and quickly sat back down, her face flushed: "If you like it, I'll make it for you again tomorrow."

"Hmm, I'm afraid that won't work."

Su Mu shook his head.

"So... you don't like it anymore."

His voice unconsciously lowered.

"That's right, we'll be on the move the whole day tomorrow, I'm afraid there's no way around it."