The day after tomorrow, Asakusa.
'The streets have developed so much! It's so bright even though it's nighttime!'
"The buildings are so tall! What are those? Are all cities like this?!"
Watching Tanjirou's stunned expression, Mizuki silently took Nezuko's hand and walked to the side.
She'd pretend not to know a country bumpkin like that, even if she did.
Just kidding.
For a family that lived in the mountains year-round, making a living by burning charcoal, it was inevitable to feel emotional upon entering a big city like Asakusa.
Especially after experiencing the impact of modern scientific culture, the city and the countryside felt like two different worlds.
Even Mizuki, a Transmigrator, felt amazed at first glance after staying here for a few hundred years.
Speaking of which, she couldn't remember anything about her previous life, neither her name nor her experiences... "Gulp~"
An untimely sound rang out.
The two demons looked over, only to see Tanjirou covering his stomach, looking embarrassed.
"I'm hungry~"
..."Boss, one serving of yam udon."
"...Alright." The bald boss looked at the three of them with a strange expression.
Three people, only ordering one bowl of noodles?
Mizuki sat on the chair, legs crossed, resting her cheek on her arm, looking sideways at Nezuko, who was nodding off beside her.
She really is cute.
It's rare to see a demon who is so delicate and pretty.
"Hm?" Mizuki suddenly froze, quickly reaching out to steady Nezuko, who was about to tip over.
Tanjirou watched this scene with a gentle expression.
"The noodles are ready."
"Ah, thank you." Tanjirou took the noodle bowl from the boss and subconsciously asked Mizuki, "Miss Mizuki, would you like..."
He paused, scratching his head awkwardly.
Mizuki leaned Nezuko against her shoulder and smiled silently.
Tanjirou blew on the surface, and just as he took a sip of the broth, his relaxed expression suddenly changed.
This scent!!
It's the one left at home!
A different scent from Miss Mizuki!
Tanjirou held the noodle bowl, shouting nervously towards Mizuki, "Miss Mizuki! It's Muzan!"
"Muzan's scent!"
Because his family was saved, and Nezuko's condition wasn't as severe as he had imagined—Miss Mizuki was the best proof—Tanjirou did not lose his mind in anger.
Stronger than her own senses, Mizuki's heart stirred slightly.
She still couldn't detect Muzan's presence; Tanjirou's nose... truly remarkable.
Mizuki nodded slightly: "Follow him."
"Yes, I understand!" Receiving Mizuki's confirmation, Tanjirou put down the noodle bowl and ran towards the alley exit.
Mizuki looked back at the sleeping Nezuko, then looked up at the boss, about to speak, only to see the bald boss nervously approaching her.
"...Could you please watch her for me?"
"Huh?"
Before the boss could recover, Mizuki flashed and appeared in the alley.
"Hey!!!"
Arriving on the street, Mizuki followed the scent left by Tanjirou.
Tanjirou had successfully found Muzan and was now in a standoff with him.
'He's human!'
'The girl and the woman beside him smell human.'
'Don't they know? This guy is a demon, a man-eating demon.'
The woman beside Muzan looked at Tanjirou in confusion: "Is he an acquaintance?"
Muzan, holding a human child in his arms, said indifferently, "No, how bothersome. I've never seen this child before."
Meeting the Boss right after leaving the Novice Village, but fortunately, this Boss is the scum of the scum, a rat scurrying into the sewer.
Before becoming a QQ Lifeform that overcomes the sun, Muzan would absolutely not expose himself in public.
Mizuki observed the passersby on both sides, spotting Tamayo and Yushiro in the crowd almost immediately.
The two demons were mingling in the crowd, watching the farce unfold.
Mizuki couldn't help but lose her composure a little, like searching everywhere for your phone only to find it in your hand.
She had practically turned Asakusa upside down before!
And yet, tonight is when you two decided to come out shopping!
On the other side, Muzan spoke flippantly: "Perhaps he's mistaken me for someone else?"
The woman: "Is that so?"
A passerby walked past, and Muzan's nails extended, moving toward the person's nape at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
With almost no hesitation, just as the sharp claws were about to slash the passerby's nape, Mizuki stepped forward.
A black blade arrived instantly, thrusting horizontally.
Muzan subconsciously followed the blade to look at its owner, his rose-red eyes suddenly contracting.
Under the bamboo hat, the wisp of scattered red hair seemed familiar.
Clang!
A faint spark flashed past.
"What!" The flash of light and the sound startled the surrounding crowd.
Especially the passerby who had almost been struck; his nape instinctively felt cold, and he shrank his head back to look.
A figure wearing a bamboo hat, concealing their head and face, stood in the middle of the road holding a pitch-black katana.
The trajectory of the blade seemed to be exactly where he had just walked.
The man fearfully touched his neck and quickly left, dragging his wife along.
"Murder! There's been a murder!"
"This guy has a sword! Where are the police?!"
When the crowd saw Mizuki holding a katana, they cried out in panic.
The Sword Ban had been in effect for decades, and anyone carrying a sword while concealing their face didn't look like a good person; anyone seeing this on the street would naturally assume the worst.
Seeing the surrounding crowd grow louder, Muzan's expression flickered; after giving Mizuki a deep look, he left with the woman.
Although it wasn't what he expected... he should leave for now.
"No! Miss Mizuki isn't!" Tanjirou desperately explained to everyone, "We aren't bad people!"
He hadn't seen anything clearly, but something must have happened to force Miss Mizuki to draw her blade.
He was too reckless!
Tanjirou explained, sweating profusely, but his words were too weak, even causing the crowd to notice the sword hilt beneath his haori.
"This kid is carrying a sword too! They're accomplices! Stay away from them!"
"Step back! Step back! What are you doing?!"
"You over there, put that sword down!"
Watching Muzan's retreating figure, Mizuki sheathed her sword.
At the very least, if she could save a passerby who wasn't involved in the plot, she wouldn't hesitate to act.
Tanjirou weakly explained to the police, "No, we aren't..."
"Bewitching Blood: Visual Dream Scent."
What is this scent?
Tanjirou paused.
Suddenly, several patterns resembling silk ribbons drifted into the scene.
"Wow, what's with these patterns?"
"I can't see clearly at all!"
Tanjirou cautiously looked around—it was a Blood Demon Art!
"Miss Mizuki!" Tanjirou placed his hand on the Nichirin Blade at his waist, his expression tense.
"It's fine."
Mizuki nodded towards the extremely nervous Tanjirou, signaling him not to worry, and turned back with a smile: "If you hadn't shown up now, you'd have had to bail me out of the police station."
Who is it?
Tanjirou looked ahead in surprise, seeing a man and a woman with strange auras appear.
They're demons!
The scent of demons!
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