"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"I don't know!"
"I don't know!"
"Ahhh!"
The demon's head, pinned to the ground by half a cleaver, screamed hysterically. The name Muzan Kibutsuji was like a curse engraved into every demon's existence.
Just hearing it made the creature collapse into madness. It no longer wanted to eat the human before it.
It only wanted to live.
Yukito sighed helplessly. Seeing how terrified the demon was, he decided it needed to understand what true fear meant.
"Hey, hey, hey."
He slapped the demon's head a few times until it barely calmed down.
Its eyes were vacant. Its entire head trembled. To it, the boy in front of it was not human.
He was a monster.
Yukito pulled out a small paper packet from his clothes and opened it while muttering, "Let's just talk about your boss. Like where he's currently hiding and things like that. Otherwise, I'll have to help stop your bleeding."
Inside the packet was purple powder with a faint fragrance.
"This is wisteria ground into powder. Want some? It stops bleeding very quickly."
He smiled innocently.
To the demon, that smile was pure horror.
"You devil! Stay away from me!"
The demon shook violently.
Yukito grabbed its face, forced its mouth open, and said calmly, "When those ordinary people died, weren't they just as scared as you are right now?"
"They were innocent. That's why demons are truly disgusting creatures."
As a transmigrator, Yukito despised most demons. Not just because he stood on humanity's side, but because of their indiscriminate slaughter.
He shoved the wisteria powder into the demon's mouth.
To humans, wisteria was just a flower.
To demons, it was poison.
Yukito removed the broken blade pinning the head down.
The demon's head convulsed violently. Purple blisters spread across its surface as it screamed in agony.
The moment it chose to kill its first human, it had already chosen this end.
Bang.
The demon's head exploded into purplish-red blood. Not far away, its headless body continued twitching.
When the sun rose, it would vanish completely.
Sunlight nourishes all living things.
Except demons.
Yukito casually lifted the sack of rice onto his shoulder and walked back toward Mount Sagiri, humming softly. "Time to go home."
The bright moon hung high above, moonlight flowing over the peach forest like a silver river.
In front of the wooden house, Kuwajima Jigoro sat at the entrance, grumbling.
"That brat is always fooling around. I'm definitely going to beat him. What time is it already? Why isn't he back? He's trying to anger me to death."
His expression was stern, but his eyes were filled with worry.
"Where's my sword?" He muttered while looking around.
At that moment, a small figure emerged from the peach forest.
"Old Man, I'm back! Just to clarify, there's a reason my clothes are torn!"
Kuwajima Jigoro looked up sharply.
He wanted to rush forward and check on him, but pride stopped him.
Instead, he scolded, "Where did you run off to this time, brat? I'll beat you properly later."
He walked closer, wooden sword in hand.
Then he saw the dried bloodstains and the claw marks on Yukito's clothes.
His expression changed instantly.
"You encountered one."
"Yes. It's responsible for the clothes. I killed it."
The anger disappeared.
Uncharacteristically, Kuwajima reached out and rubbed Yukito's head.
"Well done. Truly my disciple."
Then his tone hardened again. "But safety must always come first."
Yukito grinned. "I'm so strong. There's nothing to worry about."
"You're bragging again."
The old man lightly tapped his head and sent him to sleep.
Late that night, Yukito slept soundly.
Kuwajima Jigoro remained awake, clumsily sewing torn clothes.
"This is harder than fighting the Twelve Kizuki. I should buy that brat more clothes in town."
He muttered to himself. Needlework truly was not his strength.
At dawn, Yukito was still asleep, but Kuwajima was already cooking.
Suddenly, he paused and looked toward the peach forest.
A tall figure emerged from between the trees.
Mount Sagiri rarely had visitors. Kuwajima personally selected every disciple he trained.
The newcomer carried no killing intent.
The old man wiped his hands and stepped outside.
The first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the mountainside.
The visitor stood at the boundary between light and shadow, smiling brightly.
As he approached, Kuwajima could clearly see him.
Long yellow hair with red tips like dancing flames.
Thick brows and sharp eyes.
A brown Demon Slayer Corps uniform beneath a white haori decorated with flame patterns.
His presence was powerful.
A Hashira.
Even in retirement, Kuwajima immediately recognized it.
The current Flame Hashira.
The man bowed respectfully and spoke in a clear voice, "Senior Kuwajima, I am Rengoku Shinjuro, the current Flame Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps. I have come to visit you."
Kuwajima blinked, then suddenly remembered.
The last time he saw this kid, he was still wearing split pants.
"You've grown this big already. I even carried you when you were little."
The previous Flame Hashira had been his close friend. It had been many years since they last met, especially after Kuwajima retired due to his leg.
He had not expected his old friend's son to appear so suddenly.
"Come in. Have some breakfast."
"Thank you, Senior Kuwajima."
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