Douma was a bit puzzled. For the first time, his heart felt an emotion called 'wanting to know' about this mysterious Water Hashira.
As for why he was so certain the other party was the Water Hashira, he could only say that if this level of strength wasn't a Hashira, then the Demon Slayer Corps should be finished.
Douma asked with a hint of anticipation, "Did that woman tell you her name?"
"Or did she tell you where to find her in the future?"
Aiko shook her head blankly. "No, she just woke me up and let me go."
A flicker of regret crossed Douma's brows, and he said sadly, "Is that so? Then you must have had a really tough time."
It must be said that Douma's appearance was indeed extraordinary. That face, combined with his rainbow-colored pupils, could completely charm thousands of young girls.
Aiko's face grew redder and redder. "Reverend Leader..."
Douma seemed to understand the girl's thoughts. The corners of his mouth curved slightly, and he opened his arms, embracing Aiko.
Aiko's face flushed slightly, and her eyes became increasingly hazy.
"Then did she say anything strange to you?" Douma's gentle voice suddenly sounded in her ear.
Strange words?
Aiko paused for a moment, recalling Mizuki's words, and her tone involuntarily carried a hint of anger.
"That hateful woman said that Reverend Leader is a man-eating demon!"
"Then, Aiko, do you think I am?" Douma intimately stroked the girl's neck, but his compassionate eyes had become cold at some point.
"Of course not! Reverend Leader must be a divine child sent by the gods to save us!"
"Then, Aiko, would you like to share eternal life with me and be forever happy together?"
Aiko replied excitedly, "Yes, I do!"
"Is that so? I see."
Unexpectedly, Aiko's ecstatic expression froze on her face. Large amounts of fresh blood poured from her severed neck, drenching Douma's figure in crimson.
Douma held Aiko's excited head and looked down at himself.
"Oh no, how am I going to clean this up later?"
Douma exclaimed, as if expressing panic, but his other hand continued to dismember Aiko's limbs, a bloody scene... On the other side, Mizuki turned back as if sensing something.
The city was already as tiny as an ant.
A moment later, she turned back and continued to record information.
Using her fingernail as a pen and blood as ink, Mizuki recorded Douma's information in a book.
She found that her blood was truly useful.
Not only could it enhance weapon power, but it could also quickly heal injuries and allow people to see ghosts.
Now that she had overcome the sun, she could even use it under the sun.
It was simply outstandingly useful.
Mizuki was still too comprehensive.
In her notebook, she had recorded her fragmented memories and information about demons.
It had already been updated to four pages.
The first page contained information about Muzan, verified by a specialist, Yoriichi.
His body had seven hearts and five brains, and his arms had the ability to transform into flesh whips.
Judging solely from this information, Muzan's Blood Demon Art didn't seem particularly powerful.
At least... it wasn't particularly strange.
It was even inferior to many demons they had encountered before.
But Yoriichi gave this evaluation.
Even a slight touch is enough to be fatal.
Although Muzan's Blood Demon Art was singular, wasn't pure power also a form of power?
The second page was about Kokushibou.
Mizuki had fought Kokushibou countless times in her life. During his human period, the two often trained together.
The accuracy of the information was as high as ninety-nine percent, even more accurate than Muzan's information.
The third page contained intelligence about Upper Rank Three.
Not much was recorded, just one sentence.
His body has blue striped tattoos, short pink hair, and his name is suspected to be — Chicken Nest Seat.
This 'Chicken Nest' must be wrong. She must have seen Upper Rank Three's real name in the comments section at the time, but she might have misread that character.
Mizuki didn't remember clearly, but it should be a similar character if translated into Chinese characters.
The latest page, Upper Rank Six — Douma.
Blood Demon Art — Ice, Poison.
Besides Muzan, only the six Upper Ranks needed to be recorded.
Lower Rank types, after all, were not enough to threaten a Hashira.
They didn't count as combat power.
The combat power in Demon Slayer is just that charming: Hashira instantly kill Lower Ranks, Upper Ranks instantly kill Hashira, Muzan instantly kills Upper Ranks, and Yoriichi instantly kills Muzan.
If only this combat power were a little more reasonable, Mizuki wouldn't have to be so cautious, fearing she might make a wrong move.
"Overall manifestation — an extended form of ice..."
After Mizuki recorded the last sentence, she looked up ahead.
It was a vast land.
Nippon isn't large, but that's compared to other countries.
Stepping into it, with the means of communication of ancient people, it was not easy to find a few hidden demons in the vast crowd.
Perhaps even after a hundred years, she might not find one; not all demons were like Douma, who held a significant status in human society.
Mizuki looked at the vast land and sighed deeply.
The task is arduous and the road is long... After becoming a demon, time slowly faded from Mizuki's perception.
Although she saw the sun rise and set every day, she could no longer remember how many days had passed.
"Have you heard? The master of that kendo dojo was eaten by a demon!"
In a certain city, the whispers at a roadside stall caught Mizuki's attention.
The person next to her asked in surprise, "Are you talking about the master of that Shintō-ryū?"
"Yes! Him!"
Shintō-ryū... Mizuki had a slight impression of it. It was a martial art passed down from the Sengoku Period, not only teaching swordsmanship but also extensively involving jujutsu, ninjutsu, and other aspects.
"It's too terrifying. It's only been a few days, and three have already died!"
Hearing this, Mizuki hesitated and then walked over to sit at a table.
"Hey, you are..."
"Excuse me, what's this about the demons you mentioned?"
"Who are you? You just inexplicably joined us." The two men's expressions were a bit ugly. Anyone would feel uncomfortable when a stranger suddenly joined their table while eating... The two suddenly straightened their expressions and quickly poured tea for Mizuki: "Please have some tea!"
The person next to her fawningly took the money from Mizuki's hand.
The person pouring the tea's eyelids twitched slightly, and he slapped the other's hand hard, snatching the money.
The other person's expression was somewhat displeased.
Mizuki subtly took out another amount and pushed it onto the table.
"Just ask us brothers anything you want! There's no news in this city that we don't know!" The man's eyes glowed as he took the money, patting his chest while pointing to the person next to him.
They looked like the best of friends in the world.
Mizuki twitched the corner of her mouth, a little speechless. "The demons you just mentioned?"
"Oh, you mean that..." The man swallowed, somewhat frightened. "These past few days, the masters of several martial arts dojos in our city have met with disaster."
The other person nodded repeatedly. "They were all eaten by demons!"
"How do you know they were eaten? Perhaps it was a vendetta?"
The two exchanged glances, and one of them said tremblingly, "The dojo was full of blood, and there were large amounts of minced meat and organ residue. What else could it be but a demon?"
Mizuki's eyes narrowed slightly.
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