Demon Slayer: Starting with the Kingdom

“Alright, since you have this idea, Miss A-Ming, I will go home with you tonight so that I can have a good talk with your husband.”

When Yan Sheng actually agreed, A-Ming was completely stunned.

"Young Master Yan Sheng, how could you join in this nonsense with Sister San Ye? My family really..."

"No need to worry."

Before A-Ming could finish speaking, Yan Sheng turned to look at her, his face stern, and said seriously:

“Since you helped me before, Miss A-Ming, it is only natural for me to repay you now.”

That's settled then.

In fact, Yan Sheng had already realized Mitsuha's purpose the moment she spoke.

His quirky younger sister seems to be trying to use the opportunity of helping the girl in front of him to make some changes in him as well.

Although Yan Sheng was not clear about his purpose in doing so, as he had said before, he felt that he owed Mitsuha something.

Therefore, he will not refuse anything unless it is extremely unreasonable.

The same applies to the current situation.

Since Mitsuha wants him to do it, then he'll give it a try...

Seeing Yan Sheng's unwavering gaze, A-Ming didn't refuse anymore. He just lowered his head silently, his face full of tears.

What should I do……

She initially only wanted to borrow some money from Young Master Yan Sheng to pay off her husband's gambling debts, so how did things suddenly turn out this way...?

She clearly didn't want the kind and humorous Yan Sheng to see her worst side...

"Then, elder brother, I'm entrusting everything to you, okay?"

Seeing that the matter was completely resolved, Mitsuha stood up, smiled, brushed the dust off her clothes, and said:

"I'm going back now. Contact me if you need anything."

And so, after Mitsuha left, Yan Sheng followed A-Ming out of the red-light district and headed in the direction of her home.

"Um, Young Master Yan Sheng..."

Along the moonlit path, Ah Ming walked very slowly.

"Actually, you really don't need to go along with Mitsuha's nonsense. My family really..."

“Miss A-Ming, no need for further words, just lead the way.”

She walked and stopped frequently, and every now and then she tried to persuade Yan Sheng to give up his plan to go home with her.

Although it didn't succeed the first time.

No matter how much Ah Ming tries to slow down, the journey home will eventually come to an end.

When the small wooden house at the entrance of the alley ahead came into view, A-Ming, who had been tense and anxious all the way, finally calmed down.

“Young Master Yan Sheng, please wait at the door for a moment. I… I’ll go inside and take a look.”

With Yan Sheng nodding slightly, A-Ming walked to her front door, took a deep breath, and then pushed open the door.

"I'm back……"

"Why are you back so early today?!"

Before Ah Ming could finish speaking, a gruff male voice rang out from the dark room.

"Didn't I tell you to entertain more rich people and not be back until at least morning? Huh?!"

Upon hearing the reprimand, Ah Ming's body trembled involuntarily.

But thinking of Yan Sheng standing not far behind her, she mustered her courage and spoke:

"There's something I need to do today..."

"Something's wrong?! What could be more important than making money?!"

In the darkness inside the house, a gaunt male hand suddenly reached out and pulled Ah Ming inside.

Taking this opportunity, Yan Sheng, who was standing quietly not far away, finally got a clear look at the man's appearance.

With an ordinary appearance and a thin build, he was thin due to malnutrition caused by a long period of lack of normal diet.

His hair was greasy and messy, his beard was unshaven, and his eyes were bloodshot and red; it was obvious at a glance that he was someone who frequented casinos.

Unaware of Yan Sheng not far away, inside the house, the man was still questioning A-Ming in that irritable voice.

"What? Don't tell me you made your money from some rich guy... Where's today's money?! Give it to me now!"

"I...I didn't get paid tonight..."

"What did you say?! You bitch! You dare come back without making any money?!"

Inside the room, the sound of a slap suddenly rang out, followed by a muffled thud as someone fell to the ground.

This made Yan Sheng outside the house frown slightly, and he subconsciously placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"I...I really didn't receive the money, but I found a gentleman who's willing to lend me some...However, this gentleman insists on meeting you first..."

"Huh? You want to see me?"

Only then did the man inside the house finally notice Yan Sheng standing outside the door.

Seemingly intimidated by Yan Sheng's astonishing height and the sword at his waist, the man instinctively took two steps back, falling to the ground with a thud, and questioned him in a terrified expression:

"Who are you?! What are you doing standing at my doorstep?!"

"Get out of here right now! Or believe me, I'll call the police to arrest you!"

“I am Ah Ming’s friend, Tsugikuni Kokushikatsu.”

Yan Sheng said in a deep voice.

He stood outside the door, first glancing at Ah Ming, who had been slapped to the ground, then shifting his gaze to the man who was paralyzed with fear, making no attempt to hide the disgust in his eyes.

"What do you mean by winning or losing... This is my house! You better get this right now... Wait!"

As if suddenly realizing something, the man's gaze swept back and forth between Yan Sheng and A Ming.

Especially after seeing the man's handsome face, he seemed to suddenly understand something, and the expression on his face instantly became distorted.

He rushed forward and slammed the door shut, locking it from the inside. The man grabbed a rolling pin from the cutting board and began striking Ah Ming, who was sprawled on the ground, repeatedly, while cursing under his breath.

"I knew it! You slut! I fucking knew it! I knew you'd hook up with another man sooner or later! I just knew it!"

"I didn't! Young Master Yan Sheng just..."

"Shut up! You slut! How dare you bring a random man home! You slut! I'll beat you to death! I..."

Chapter 81 Perhaps this is also the lesson Mitsuha wanted to teach me through this opportunity...

Finally, with a deafening bang, the previously closed door suddenly burst open and shattered!

Before the man could react, Yan Sheng appeared behind him, grabbed his throat, and lifted him into the air.

"As a man with both hands and feet intact, why don't you try to increase your own strength and make a living through your own efforts!"

Instead, he forces his wife to go to such filthy places, making money to satisfy his disgusting desires by tarnishing her reputation!

With such behavior, do you even deserve to be called a man, a husband?

"Uh... let go... let go..."

The man, clinging to Yan Sheng's hand, struggled desperately. Stared intently at Yan Sheng's eyes, which were filled with suppressed anger, the terrified man kicked his legs in mid-air, instinctively trying to defend himself:

“Ah Ming… is my wife… how I deal with her… is my business… get out… get out of here… or else I…”

The man's words ignited Yan Sheng's anger, and the veins on his arm bulged.

"Even now you're still trying to argue, showing absolutely no remorse. Scum like you is simply... beyond redemption!"

Enraged, Yan Sheng threw the man to the ground, drew his sword from his waist, and planted it at the man's feet. Then, glaring at the still-panting man, he coldly said, word by word:

"Okay, you want money, right? You like gambling, right?"

Since that's the case, I now formally challenge you to a duel as a samurai, with our lives as the stakes. You wield a sword, and I'll fight barehanded!

I'll give you a 30-move head start. If you can even touch me once, you win. After that, no matter how much money you want, I'll find a way to get it for you!

I'll give you more money than you can ever gamble in your entire life, so you can gamble to your heart's content!

"But if, after thirty moves, I am the one who disarms you, then I have won, and your head will be mine!"

“Oh! I, I…”

"What are you hesitating for? You want money, don't you? Pick up the knife! Swing it at me!!"

However, to Yan Sheng's disappointment once again, the man who had just displayed such power over his wife was now so ruthless that he didn't even have the courage to pick up the knife, let alone swing it at him.

"Madman...madman! Help! Help me!"

Faced with Yan Sheng's repeated pressure, the man practically crawled past his feet, screaming as he fled the house.

Without even bothering to look at the man again, Yan Sheng kicked up his sword with his toe and then flung it behind him.

The blade shot out and pierced through the chest of the man who was trying to escape, carrying him more than ten meters away before finally pinning him to the ground!

Yan Sheng did not use the sword technique of Moon Breathing.

This utterly worthless scum doesn't deserve to be used by him.

Finally, the surroundings quieted down.

As his anger subsided, Yan Sheng looked down at A-Ming, who was huddled in a corner beside him, covering his face and sobbing softly. After hesitating for a moment, he finally stepped forward and tried to ask with concern:

"Miss A-Ming, are you... alright?"

"Thank you for your concern, Young Master Yan Sheng, I'm fine..."

Shaking his head slightly, Ah Ming simply asked:

"Where is my husband? How is he?"

She had only heard the man's screams outside and had no idea what had happened.

"I have already killed him."

Yan Sheng answered truthfully, but A-Ming was taken aback upon hearing this.

She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing, just lowered her head and silently shed tears.

“Miss A-Ming, this kind of scumbag doesn’t deserve to be your husband. You… don’t need to be sad about it…”

Yan Sheng tried to comfort him, but this time A Ming didn't respond. Instead, he silently curled up in the corner, sobbing softly.

If only Mitsuha were here right now...

Completely unsure how to comfort her, Yan Sheng lowered his eyelids and simply gazed at her silently.

In his mind, the faces of his former wife and children resurfaced from the depths of his memory at this moment.

After another long silence, Yan Sheng sighed softly.

He finally stepped forward and sat down slowly against the wall next to Ah Ming, just like her.

"Actually, I was married before..."

Yan Sheng raised his head slightly to look at the moonlight outside the window, and suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the room.

Perhaps completely unprepared for Yan Sheng's sudden remark, Ah Ming, his face streaked with tears, instinctively looked up at the man sitting beside him.

"That was a long time ago..."

His thoughts seemed to drift back more than eighty years, and under A-Ming's gaze, Yan Sheng slowly said:

"At that time, I was the son of a daimyo, and my wife was the daughter of a daimyo from a neighboring country."

Now that things have come to this, I can hardly remember what she looked like anymore. I only vaguely remember that she was just as beautiful and well-mannered as Mitsuha was back then, and was a... very excellent wife.

But at that time, I didn't love her.

After we got married, she soon became pregnant, and after she gave birth to the heir, we never had sex again.

Of course, the problem isn't with her, it's with me.

Slowly lowering his head to look at his hands, under Ah Ming's curious gaze, Yan Sheng continued: