"Do you want to live?"
"Even if you are no longer human, you will eventually pass away if things continue like this."
"However, life as a non-human will be difficult and painful."
...Tamayo saw Yushiro's desire to live, which is why she said this.
'How wonderful it would be if I could spend the rest of my life with this woman.'
This thought sprouted in Yushiro's heart, and he agreed without hesitation.
Tamayo replaced his cloth bandage and said, "Then please wait one more day. I will return tomorrow night."
It is not easy to transform a human into a Demon.
Essentially, no Demon other than Muzan can increase their numbers or turn humans into Demons.
It's not that they don't want to, nor that Muzan refuses, but rather that they are incapable of doing so.
The reason Kokushibou was able to turn Mizuki into a Demon was by injecting Muzan's blood from his own body into Mizuki's.
Otherwise, Mizuki should have considered whether she could persuade Yoriichi to become a Demon back then.
In that case, the Scumbag Boss wouldn't have had any fun... On the way back, Mizuki sighed, "If I had met Tamayo first back then, I definitely would have agreed without hesitation."
The reason she refused Kokushibou was not fear of becoming a Demon, but fear that Muzan would learn her thoughts and memories.
Tamayo was slightly surprised: "I thought Mizuki would be the type who hates evil like fire."
Mizuki shrugged: "But there's no need to throw away my own life, right? I was only in my twenties back then, just a few years older than Yushiro. Wouldn't that be dying young?"
Tamayo fell silent for a moment, then said, "That child... is already thirty-five years old."
"Thirty-five years old, that's really..." Mizuki's voice of admiration stopped abruptly, and her voice grew louder in shock, "Thirty-five?!"
"You mean that kid's current age?!"
Tamayo offered a helpless smile.
As a doctor, knowing the age of your patient is quite normal, right?
Mizuki was completely numb.
You're telling her now that little Shota... is actually thirty-five years old?
Who could tell that?!
Tamayo smiled and continued the previous topic: "Turning a human into a Demon requires certain experiments. Even if you had met me back then, it wouldn't have worked."
"Are you confident?"
"Yes."
...The next evening.
Mizuki packed her bags and prepared to leave, while Tamayo also went out, carrying her medicine box.
Tamayo said, "Then let us part ways here."
Mizuki looked up at the bright stars in the night sky, took a deep breath, and said, "Thank you for taking care of me all these years."
The two addressed each other as equals, but Tamayo was actually several hundred years older than her.
For all these years, Tamayo had essentially looked after her like a younger sister.
Tamayo paused, and a lovely smile curved her lips.
"It's the other way around. Without Mizuki, I would probably still be confused right now."
As the parting approached, Mizuki felt a little down.
"After this separation, I don't know how long it will be until we meet again."
Given their identities, they were destined not to stay in the same place for long.
Parting meant losing contact.
Tamayo smiled and reassured her, "As long as we are both striving for the common goal of defeating Muzan, we will meet again someday."
She understood Mizuki's reluctance, because she felt the same way.
Speaking of this, Tamayo's expression grew solemn: "May your... Military Fortune Prosper."
Mizuki smiled: "Then I'll take your auspicious words."
We'll meet again in the Taisho Era.
Mizuki adjusted her conical hat, turned, and left.
Tamayo watched her slender figure disappear into the distance before slowly withdrawing her gaze.
Mr. Yoriichi, thanks to your younger sister, I was awakened from my confusion and saw hope.
Even after she agreed to help the descendants defeat Muzan, Tamayo was still deeply confused about it.
In her view, Yoriichi was like a divine messenger sent by heaven to kill Muzan; if even Yoriichi failed, it was even more impossible for later generations.
Meeting Mizuki allowed her to regain her confidence.
Mizuki might not be as powerful as Mr. Yoriichi, but her strong heart gave Tamayo courage and trust.
They will eventually destroy Muzan; Tamayo now firmly believes this... Perhaps because of the commotion yesterday, even the vagrants were gone from the slum streets, and the Demon Slayer Corps swordsman had also vanished, most likely having left.
Mizuki arrived at the family's door and tapped lightly.
"Who is it?"
A rough, aged male voice came from inside the house.
The one who opened the door was the irritable man Mizuki had seen yesterday.
But the man now had a head full of white hair, and his face looked significantly older than before.
His hair had turned white overnight.
"It's you..." The man paused for a moment, then hesitated before stepping aside, "Come in."
"Excuse the intrusion." Mizuki nodded slightly and entered the house.
The house was small, with the kitchen and sleeping area all crammed together.
The woman was boiling water and cooking food. Relying on her sensitive sense of smell, Mizuki detected the faint scent of wild vegetables.
Noticing Mizuki, the woman paused her cooking.
She scooped up the food and placed it on the table.
"Would the guest like to eat with us?"
Mizuki looked at her noticeably aged face and shook her head.
It was clear that the couple's relationship had improved significantly, and Kyoko's efforts had not been in vain, but the pain of losing their daughter was not easily healed.
The man was silent for a moment: "You must be asking about the Eternal Paradise Cult, right?"
He was not a foolish man.
Mizuki stated directly: "Yes, I want to know where the headquarters of that place is."
"Or rather, where is Douma?"
...The man suddenly knelt down and knocked his head on the floor.
The woman also knelt down with him.
"You..."
"Kyoko died because of me, her father. I know that clearly." The man's voice was choked with sobs.
"But I thought... I thought she would be safe and well-fed in that place, that's why I sent her..."
The man gripped the floor, his fingers scraping blood.
"I beg you... please behead the wicked Demon who killed Kyoko!"
"Anything I possess, I will give to you!"
The woman simply knelt beside him without speaking, but her attitude said everything.
A slight change appeared in Mizuki's expression. After a moment of silence, she let out a long breath and said faintly, "I am very sorry..."
"I might not be able to grant this request immediately."
The man's body, trembling with grief, stiffened.
"But I promise you, one day, I will personally cut off his head and send him to hell."
"...Thank you." The man's body curled up slightly.
Demon Slayer is a hot-blooded manga, but at the same time, it is an unqualified hot-blooded manga.
A story that ends with a plot kill makes Mizuki wary of any possible changes.
Douma... cannot die yet.
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