Demon Slayer: The Journey That Began When I Became Yoriichi's Sister

"Yoriichi, well done." The swordsman in the purple kimono slowly sheathed his long sword.

The red-clad swordsman smiled slightly: "It was my elder brother who stopped him in time, otherwise he would have gotten away."

"Yes, thankfully we brothers are all here. The sorrow of the ghost can finally end with our generation."

What an impudent dream...

Nightmare's breathing quickened.

Upper Moon and Lower Moon rarely meet, and even when they go to Infinity Castle for a meeting, they do so in separate batches.

Muzan was unwilling to let the demons form cliques and engage in self-serving activities. Ordinary demons would not be kept in one place, let alone the Twelve Demon Moons, who were almost all located far away from each other.

If he were lucky enough to see the face of Upper Moon One, he would find that these two people look almost exactly like that Upper Moon.

Before Enmu could recover from the sight of Muzan being dismembered into more than 1,800 pieces, a voice cold to the bone rang out from behind him.

"Thank you for letting me have such an interesting dream." It was a voice so cold and clear that it felt like being in a snowy wonderland, with a chill that sent shivers down the spine of the nightmare and sent a shiver straight to her brain.

Nightmare quickly turned around and met a face that was exactly the same as the two swordsmen's.

His crimson double pupils were eerily unsettling, coldly locking onto him.

Sure enough, he felt like he'd seen that face somewhere before...

As Yuko appeared, Yoriichi Iwakatsu suddenly froze, as if frozen in time.

At this moment, Nightmare didn't have time to think about where he had seen Yuko before, because his brain was already too busy to process it.

Nightmare looked shocked: "How is this possible... How did you regain consciousness?"

This woman's mental strength is indeed rare, but the pain in her heart is deeper than that of ordinary people. Since she has already been affected, she should not have been able to wake up so easily.

The more flawed a person is in their mind, the more easily they will fall into deep trouble.

Yuko slowly drew her Nichirin Blade from her waist, her expression indifferent: "I never think about unrealistic things."

It must be said that Nightmare's dreamscape is indeed beautifully woven.

Because ultimately it was based on what Ikuko herself hoped for, such as that Iwakatsu and Yoriichi were both good older brothers, and that her father and mother were very gentle.

For example, when Yoriichi defeated Muzan, Kokushi was by his side.

Everything was so wonderful that it was hard for Yuko not to notice it.

She has always been a pessimist and never looks at things from a positive perspective.

If anything is guaranteed to be highly profitable without any risk, it must be a scam.

This is the underlying logic of her emotions, and it won't be shaken by anything else.

Even if she longed for that beautiful time, she couldn't deceive herself.

Moreover... she is not alone now.

In the false dream, there was no one waiting for her, nor was there anyone she was waiting for.

Yuko drew her sword and looked up: "You're the Lower Moon, aren't you?"

"Hmm? Can't you see?" Nightmare calmed herself down, smiled, and pointed to her eyes.

"You can tell just by looking. This weak Blood Demon Art is only fit for a mere Lower Moon."

Even with the amplification from Muzan's blood, there is still a power gap between the Lower Moon and Upper Moon.

These words seemed to strike a nerve with Enmu; no one wanted to not become an Upper Moon demon.

Even a psychopath like him can get angry when others belittle him.

Just like the different ways the Lower Moon and Upper Moon have their words engraved, which makes the Lower Moons very unhappy.

"Since you don't want to have sweet dreams, then I'll give you nightmares." Nightmare's expression was somewhat ferocious as it stretched out its arm, its mouth wide open on the back of its hand.

"I like to make people have nightmares after having a perfect dream."

"I absolutely love watching those guys who are crushed by misfortune and struggling in pain."

As he finished speaking, a strange ripple spread out.

Kibutsuji Muzan, who had just been hacked to pieces by Yoriichi and Kokushibo, was resurrected completely intact and wielded his long whip to cut the two men in half at the waist.

"Yuko! Why won't you save me?"

"You've always been like this! You can never get anything done!"

"Useless! You piece of trash!"

The two men's bloodshot eyes stared straight at her, as if they were cursing her.

Yu Zi laughed angrily, her eyes growing colder: "Are you underestimating me?"

Seeing Yuko's calm reaction, a cold sweat trickled down Yanmeng's forehead.

He forgot that this woman's mental strength was terrifyingly powerful.

Although his Blood Demon Art could manipulate the dream, the woman's self-awareness had already returned.

Nightmares are terrifying because the subconscious mind is in control of dreams, and people cannot control their own will, which is why they fear nightmares.

Knowing that it's all fake, nightmares aren't actually that scary.

even……

It will have the opposite effect.

Enrage the dream's owner.

With a flick of her wrist, Nightmare commanded her boss to lash out with his whip at Yuko, while she herself turned and ran.

He must find the woman's spiritual core before she regains consciousness, or his dream of devouring a trainload of people and ascending to the Upper Moon will be ruined.

The Kibutsuji Muzan in her dream was just as powerful as she remembered, causing Yuuko, who was about to catch up with Enmu, to pause in her tracks.

She had never fought Muzan before. Although the one in front of her was not the real Muzan, in terms of power, the Muzan in this dream did give her a strong sense of oppression.

You might as well give it a try.

This was Yuko's subconscious thought.

Just as she was pondering, the arm transformed into a long whip that slashed towards Yuko, like two narrow blades.

It was really fast.

Even a tiny scratch could be fatal.

Just as Yoriichi said back then.

Yuko narrowly avoided the attack, as she still couldn't fully discern the speed of Muzan's whip.

The real Muzan will only become more powerful.

Let your instincts guide you, and let your brain take over from your body.

Yuko's steps became lighter and lighter, and her dodging became more and more skillful.

As the situation improved, Yuko also saw the limitations of the fake Muzan in front of her.

The Muzan before them was merely a fake Muzan created based on Yoriichi and the information they possessed.

In combat, they only use a long whip.

That's because that's all the information they have.

Muzan himself certainly wouldn't only possess this rudimentary move.

The whip is fast, but a long whip alone is not enough.

Without even transforming into a demon, Yuko used her combat experience to approach Muzan with minimal scratches, and then... cut off his head.

The battle ended quickly and didn't leave Yuko with many insights.

Ultimately, as long as she avoids sustaining too many injuries that would hinder her regeneration and make her unable to move freely, thus preventing her from being devoured by Muzan, she doesn't need to worry about Muzan killing her.

Leaving behind corpses scattered on the ground, Yuko turned and left without a second thought.