Demon Slayer: Starting with the Kingdom

"So, Mr. Ubuyashiki?"

Mitsuha took in the shock on Ubuya's face and simply smiled gently:

"Where is your ambush? You went to such lengths to lure me out, what are you planning to do with me next?"

Chapter 92 The one I killed was the Son of God.

Mitsuha's tone was incredibly relaxed and carefree, even carrying a hint of mockery.

This is the mockery that an absolute strong person would display when facing the petty tricks of an absolute weak person.

She was incredibly confident.

"I did indeed have an ambush."

Composing himself, Ubuyashiki took a deep breath and looked at Mitsuha in front of him, smiling back:

"But before the battle officially begins, Miss Mitsuha Tsugikuni, would you be willing to let me ask you a few questions?"

"Let's consider this... an appetizer before our official battle begins?"

She just stared at him, neither agreeing nor refusing, until Ubuyashiki started to get restless, then Mitsuha suddenly laughed.

"Of course, after all, the night is still long, and I've always been very patient with the dead."

She raised her hand and gestured very politely.

"Please ask me, and within the limits of what is permissible, I will answer to the best of my knowledge."

Tamayo is right.

Mitsuha Tsugikuni's personality contains a considerable degree of arrogance.

This arrogance stemming from her own formidable strength prevents her from being as ruthless and decisive as a professional assassin in battle.

On the contrary, she is very easygoing.

Sometimes, they might even choose to let their enemies go because of a momentary whim.

Just like now, even though Mitsuha knew there was a trap, even though she knew very well that he was stalling for time, she was still willing to cooperate.

The reason was simple: she wanted to see what kind of tricks they were up to...

It was thanks to Mitsuha's unique personality that their plan was able to proceed smoothly to the second step.

"The first question is that nearly a hundred years ago, during the Warring States period, the Demon Slayer Corps suffered a catastrophic disaster."

At that time, even the head of my ancestor was cut off and taken away by the evil spirits...

"Miss Mitsuha, could you please tell me, were you the evil spirit who committed this murder?"

"Well... I guess so, since I was definitely there at the time."

Faced with Ubuyashiki's fixed gaze, Mitsuha nodded slightly, then shook her head regretfully.

"What a pity. If it weren't for your god's 'cheating,' I would have had the chance to wipe out your entire clan that very night."

In the past hundred years or so of my life, this has truly been a very regrettable thing.

"They are unwilling to come down to earth and intervene personally, so they only dare to hide in heaven and use this kind of underhanded trick of 'snitching'."

With hints and guidance, you're practically writing the answer on your faces, Mr. Ubuyashiki. Isn't this cheating?

Oh dear, if only we evil spirits could have such a compassionate god!

Mitsuha laughed and teased, her words full of disrespect for the gods.

After all, no one has ever stipulated that believing in the existence of gods means one must respect them, right?

"Miss Tsugikuni is joking. If such a mysterious being truly existed, it would be a real catastrophe for humanity..."

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Ubuyashiki didn't dwell on the topic any further.

He asked again:

"The second question, Miss Tsugikuni, is about your brother, the legendary Son of God—Mr. Tsugikuni Yoriichi."

Where did he go after he disappeared?

Was he killed by an evil spirit?

"um, yes."

To Ubuyashiki's surprise, Mitsuha gave an answer to the question almost instantly.

His smile faded, and his expression finally turned serious. Mitsuha looked at him and said in a deep voice:

"And he was killed by the evil spirit standing in front of you now."

Just over forty years ago, on the night the Tokugawa Shogunate was established and Osaka Castle burned down.

"what?!"

Faced with this completely unexpected answer, Ubuyashiki's face, covered with ugly scars, finally revealed an expression of utter shock for the first time.

The fate of the Child of God is a secret even Jusuke never knew.

Ubuyashiki... no, I should say that probably none of the demon hunters in this world would dare to even think about it.

This legendary swordsman who brought the Breathing Technique to the Demon Slayer Corps and even pushed Muzan Kibutsuji to the brink of defeat ultimately died at the hands of his own sister, who had turned into a demon.

The strongest demon slayer was actually killed by a demon who wasn't even the Demon King?!

Ubuyashiki had considered the possibility that Mitsuha was lying on purpose.

If Mitsuha had said those words with that same smiling expression, he might not have believed them so readily.

But surprisingly, Mitsuha Tsugikuni, who had previously appeared relaxed and carefree, instantly changed her expression when this topic came up...

She was serious, she really... killed that Son of God!

Her Blood Demon Art was truly this powerful?!

"Miss Tsugikuni..."

After briefly closing her eyes to calm herself, Ubuyashiki looked at Mitsuha with a pitying gaze and asked:

"Can you tell me what it's like to kill your own brother with your own hands?"

“Mr. Ubuyashiki, please stop with your disgusting words and don’t try to smear my brother.”

Faced with Ubuyashiki's attempt to influence her mind by using Yoriichi's brother, Mitsuha's bloodshot eyes revealed undisguised murderous intent.

“I know better than anyone else in this world that I killed the Son of God, not my brother.”

Mitsuha knew better than anyone that her older brother, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, was just an ordinary person who longed for a simple life and never wanted to be the so-called "son of God."

Therefore, ever since that night at Osaka Castle more than forty years ago, Mitsuha has never called Yoriichi "the child of God" again, and she hates anyone calling him that.

The Son of God is a stain on the existence of Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

From Mitsuha's reaction, Ubuyashiki keenly sensed that there might be more to the story behind the mysterious death of this child of God.

He was very curious about it, extremely curious.

But he also realized that Mitsuha didn't want to talk to him about this topic at all.

If he dares to ask any more questions, she will definitely take action immediately.

It's a real shame that he had to give up in order to ensure the smooth progress of the campaign.

"I apologize, Miss Tsugikuni, please forgive my rudeness just now..."

While calculating the time in his mind, Ubuyashiki reached behind the cushion and took out a firework.

After lighting it, he raised his hand and released a brilliant firework into the night sky above.

It was clear that he was signaling an attack, but Mitsuha showed no intention of stopping him.

"What, Mr. Ubuyashiki, have you finally had enough of talking and decided to fight me?"

She watched the whole thing, and a radiant smile once again graced her delicate face.

Chapter 93 is nothing but moral blackmail; who can't do that? (Bonus Chapter)

"Ah, it's almost time..."

Looking up at the fireworks successfully rising into the sky, Ubuyashiki also showed the same smile.

“Miss Tsugikuni, thank you for allowing me to send this signal.”

"No need to be polite. After all, I originally planned to wipe you out again tonight in exchange for decades of peace and quiet."

"Mr. Ubuyashiki, it's actually quite convenient for me that you invited them all over."

Mitsuha responded with a smile.

At this point, both sides have practically revealed their hand.

Mitsuha knew very well that the Demon Slayer Corps had laid an ambush, and Ubushikiya also knew very well that Mitsuha knew this.

But Mitsuha firmly believed that she could crush all of the Demon Slayer Corps' traps with her own strength.

Ubuyashiki firmly believed that the Demon Slayer Corps and Tamayo's arrangements for tonight would surely bring down the powerful demon before them.

It was precisely because of this shared confidence that both sides, with remarkable tacit understanding, jointly propelled the situation toward the predetermined direction...

"Then, before you kill me, Miss Tsugikuni, would you allow me to ask you one last question?"

"Mr. Ubuyashiki, you really have a lot of questions. Aren't you afraid I'll get angry and leave by blatantly stalling for time?"

As she casually made a joke, Mitsuha smiled and, noticing the fleeting panic in Ubuyashiki's eyes, said:

"Just kidding. Please ask, after all... I also need to stay here and wait for your demon hunters to arrive, right?"

I'd be very happy to have someone chat with me for a bit to pass the time in these final moments.

"Thank you... So, Ms. Mitsuha Tsugikuni, could you please tell me?"

What were you thinking when you were killing those demon hunters and innocent people as a demon?

"What a disappointment. I thought it would be some novel questions, but it turns out to be just another old, tired question..."

Upon hearing Ubuyashiki's last question, Mitsuha's face was filled with disappointment.

“Mr. Ubuyashiki, you may not know this, but nearly a hundred years ago, your ancestor asked me a similar question.”

I really can't understand why your kind of people, when facing us evil spirits, are so fond of using these pointless moral issues as a means of attacking us.

Don't you think it's extremely foolish to demand that your enemies have morality and conscience?

Well, never mind... since you're so curious, I'll patiently explain it to you again.

Despite her merciless mockery, Mitsuha still answered Ubuyashiki's last question.

My answer is, nothing.

Looking at the Ubuyashiki in front of her, Mitsuha raised her index finger, opened her eyes wide, and said, word by word, with unprecedented seriousness:

"The Demon Hunter has always been my enemy."

Therefore, I never speak of morality to demon hunters, and I feel no remorse when I kill you.

Whether it's a man or a woman, young or old, I won't.

Similarly, I will not ask you to have any morals towards me. If you can kill me, that is your ability, and I will not complain.

But if you can't kill me and I kill you instead, then you deserve it. And please stop spouting those moral nonsense and just shut up and die.

It's a life-or-death struggle; that's the best description of our relationship. Please don't try to confuse it, Mr. Ubuyashiki.

Furthermore, even if I were to act according to your morals and your standards, I have never harmed any truly innocent people.

You may not believe it, but I actually have a special fondness for those lovely lives.

"In the past hundred years, the only ones who have truly died by my hand have always been demon slayers."

"Miss Jiguo, your summary of the relationship between demon hunters and demons is indeed insightful."

But, as someone who was once human, have you ever considered that every demon hunter you killed, if they were still alive, could have saved many more innocent people from the clutches of those other demons…?

"So what does this have to do with me?"

Her gaze gradually turned cold as she looked at Ubuyashiki, who was still trying to persuade her. Mitsuha's face was filled with incomprehensible confusion.