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

Rewind slightly to the moment when Yuko bumped into the jade pot.

Inside the guest room, Tanjiro and his group were happily enjoying a late-night snack and chatting.

Zenitsu, feigning indifference, looked down at Kotetsu with disdain: "I said, make tea, understand?"

Xiao Tie clapped his hands: "Yes, yes, yes! That's it!!!"

"I'll do it!" Inosuke shoved Zenitsu aside and crossed his arms. "Even though you've awakened your markings, you're still a long way off!"

Coupled with his pig-like head, everyone present, including Xuanmi, couldn't help but slap their thighs in laughter.

After a week, he had caught up with the thought processes of these idiots.

His attitude towards Yuko has improved a lot compared to the beginning, but it would be abnormal not to feel a little annoyed if the other party kept beating him up.

So now you can see everyone making funny faces at Yuko, it's hilarious!

Zenitsu, whose stomach was in so much pain he collapsed to the floor, laughing so hard he cried, pounding the floor and shouting, "Exactly the same!!!"

Seeing the dangerous things everyone was saying, Tanjiro felt a cold sweat trickle down his forehead. If Miss Yuuko saw this, she'd be dead.

They'll definitely die.

They'll be torn to pieces, won't they?!

"What are they doing?" Tokito Muichiro sipped his tea expressionlessly, completely baffled by the thought process of the people next to him.

"You're courting death."

Tanjiro found it hard to say, so he simply changed the subject, saying, "Speaking of which, Tokito-kun, what brings you here?"

Although Muichiro Tokito's attitude towards them has improved a lot compared to the beginning, he still refuses Tanjiro's invitations to come over and play at night.

This was the first time that Muichiro Tokito had taken the initiative to come to him.

Tanjiro felt a little flattered.

Aside from bowing slightly to Ms. Yuko about the scars, Tokito-kun usually ignored them.

Tokito Muichiro put down his teacup and said expressionlessly, "Well, I wanted to ask if you know a swordsmith named Tetsuya Mori?"

"Iron Cave Forest? Of course I know it."

He's the one who helped Inosuke forge a new sword and got so angry with Inosuke that he was furious. When they first arrived at the sword-forging village, he even came with Mr. Haganezuka to welcome them.

"Iron Cave Forest is now my swordsmith. Do you know where he is?"

Tanjiro paused for a moment, then scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "I'm not quite sure about that."

"I haven't seen him since Mr. Hidezuka left that day. Did he leave with him?"

"Why don't we all go look for it together?"

Tokito Muichiro frowned. "Never mind, it's not time yet anyway. I was too impatient."

Tanjiro's eyes lit up even more. Was this Tokito?

This is the first time I've ever spoken so much.

Unlike Yuuko's outwardly cold demeanor, Tanjiro felt that Tokito's indifference was genuine, stemming from within, and that he didn't possess such feelings at all.

At least Miss Yuko would often look at them with a gentle expression.

For Tanjiro and the others, she was indeed like an older sister.

Yes, although she can be a bit fierce at times.

"Tanjiro, you've known Yuuko the longest, do you know any of her embarrassing dark histories?" Zenitsu suddenly came over and grabbed Tanjiro by the neck.

Tanjiro broke out in a cold sweat and gave an awkward smile: "N-no... I'm not quite sure."

There was only one thing he absolutely didn't want to mess around with Zenitsu on.

Because you really can die!

"Hey, Tanjiro, do you think I'm doing a good job imitating him?" Inosuke was still making a fuss over there.

Tanjiro could only respond with a forced laugh.

Whether you imitate him well or not, he doesn't know, but you guys are definitely tired of living.

……

Suddenly, a soft sound came from outside.

The laughter of the crowd stopped abruptly, and they all turned to look.

Zenitsu's hair stood on end, and he bit his finger with a look of terror: "Could it be that Miss Yuuko is back?"

Upon hearing his words, both Inosuke and Genya felt a chill run down their spines.

Don't let their hot temper and idiotic minds fool you; when faced with a doomed situation, they won't just laugh it off like fools.

Finished!

The two brothers immediately huddled together, trembling.

Tanjiro's lips twitched. Weren't you guys having a lot of fun just now?

This is incredibly embarrassing.

Slide~

Suddenly, the door was pulled open.

As everyone expected, Yuko, whose face was ashen and whose eyes were red, did not appear outside the door.

Instead, it was a strange creature, its withered, old arm trembling as it rested on the door, a large bump on its forehead—a hideous, old demon.

"Eeeeeee..." The old demon's tears flowed uncontrollably as he cried out in a whimpering voice, his sharp fingernails reaching out to crawl into the house with a timid and submissive demeanor.

This sudden scene left everyone present momentarily stunned.

What happened? Where's the breath?

Did you not notice anything until you saw it?

Tanjiro had only experienced this with Ikuko and the Upper Moon.

Without a doubt, the guy in front of us is Upper Moon.

The first to react when the ugly old ghost crawled into the house was Muichiro Tokito, a Pillar.

The Nichirin sword he had placed beside him, which he had previously borrowed from the workshop, suddenly came out of its sheath.

"Breathing of Mist - Fourth Form - Horizontal Slash!"

Amidst the billowing blue smoke, a sharp, piercing strike aimed straight for the old ghost's neck.

"Did we hit him?" Inosuke and the others beside him finally realized what had happened.

“No…” Tanjiro stared at the ceiling in astonishment.

The strike hit its mark, but it didn't solve the problem.

What a great speed!

The old ghost hung upside down on the roof like a gecko, one hand covering his blood-splattered cheek, weeping and wailing.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

"Stop! Don't bully me..."

Is this guy really an Upper Moon?

These words came to everyone's mind simultaneously.

"Don't hesitate!" Tanjiro shouted, his Nichirin Blade already drawn from its sheath.

"Sun Breathing - Seventh Form - Yanghua Strike!"

The spike, wreathed in flames, hurtled straight toward the ceiling.

The intention was simply to knock the evil spirit down, but unexpectedly it hit the target directly.

A hint of doubt arose in Tanjiro's mind.

it's wired?

Why not avoid it?

He wasn't confident enough to think he could easily kill the Upper Moon.

Just as he was filled with doubt and hesitated to speak, a golden bolt of lightning flashed by.

"Thunder Breathing, Type 1, Thunderbolt Flash."

Zenitsu's figure suddenly appeared on the other side of the house, exhaling a golden breath as he sheathed his sword and slowly rose.

The old ghost's neck was tossed high into the air.