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

Tanjiro watched Genya, whose body was rapidly recovering, disappear into the woods, and then stood facing the Demon of Hatred with a serious expression, sword in hand.

If nothing unexpected happens, this clone will be the same as the previous one; it won't die even if its head is cut off.

Just keep stalling like this; this guy will be the first to lose his composure.

The Oni of Hatred mainly relied on those wooden dragons for their attacks, but after activating their markings, their physical abilities were greatly enhanced, and the three of them were able to contend with those wooden dragons.

The power of Upper Moon Four should not be underestimated. Although he looks like a boy, his sense of oppression is far greater than that of Gyutaro.

It would be unrealistic to expect to carry out a decapitation operation using only the three of them.

With veins bulging on his forehead, the Demon of Hatred was clearly enraged to the extreme, and the wooden dragon he commanded was enhanced in both speed and power once again.

Its immense momentum forced Tanjiro and his companions to barely dodge.

That's something you can't force your way through.

Hua Hua Hua...

The wooden dragon darted across the ground, its wooden body scraping against the earth with a crackling sound as it hurtled towards Tanjiro like a locomotive.

That's way too much!!

Tanjiro, his forehead beaded with sweat, lunged to the side, narrowly avoiding a collision.

How do you behead this monster?

They didn't even bother to get close...

Just then, the attacking wooden dragon suddenly turned around.

"Uh..." Tanjiro stared blankly at the demon of hatred for a moment.

Behind the demon of hatred, Inosuke had already charged forward on the wooden dragon.

That was so reckless!

"Hahaha, watch me chop off this guy's head with one stroke!" Inosuke rode the wooden dragon upstream, chasing Tanjiro and Zenitsu from the left and right. The wooden dragon turned around and crashed into them.

Inosuke leaped high into the air, landing on the falling wooden dragon with one foot, and jumped up again.

The demon of hatred, standing atop the wooden dragon, was right before my eyes.

"A perfect opportunity!" Inosuke's body was suspended high in the air, gripping his twin swords tightly with his arms crossed. "Beast Breathing - Fourth Fang - Shattering Slash!"

Inosuke twisted his body and accelerated downwards, his Nichirin Blade flashing several sharp lines in his hand.

"No, that guy has realized what's happening!"

"Inosuke!" Tanjiro saw it clearly; they couldn't suppress this guy and create opportunities for Inosuke.

Just as Tanjiro had expected, upon noticing Inosuke approaching from behind, the Demon of Hatred calmly turned around, his mouth slightly agape.

"What?" Inosuke's hair stood on end, and a sense of crisis instantly swept over him.

Like a wild animal's instinct for survival, Inosuke forcibly interrupted his sword strike, twisting his body in mid-air.

"Raging Waves!"

Buzz! ! !

A powerful ultrasonic wave burst forth from the mouth of the Demon of Hatred, grazing past Inosuke's position.

"Pfft~"

The violent pressure, though only grazed him, caused Inosuke to cough up blood and his ears to ring.

"Phew..." Tanjiro breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Inosuke had dodged the attack.

As soon as he caught his breath, out of the corner of his eye, a purple crescent-shaped slash flew out diagonally from the distant mountains and forests.

Tanjiro's rapid breathing caught in his throat.

That monster!

So, is he really fighting with Ms. Yuuko?

Tanjiro was very anxious. They could hold off the enemy, but what about Miss Yuko?

……

Is anyone over there?

Yuko moved swiftly through the woods, her temples damp with sweat.

Why is Kokushibo here too?

Did you know she was here?

……

Time rewinds slightly.

Tokito Muichiro was caught off guard and was sent flying by Raku's Blood Demon Art.

"I've been sent flying too far, I need to get back quickly." Tokito Muichiro ran swiftly through the forest in the dead of night, holding his Nichirin Blade.

Careless.

That demon, is it the Upper Moon?

"Lord Tokito!"

Suddenly a voice stopped him.

Tokito Muichiro stopped in his tracks and turned around to see a middle-aged man wearing a fire mask chasing after him.

"Lord Tokito, I never expected to meet you here."

Muichiro Tokito tilted his head: "Who are you?"

“I am your swordsmith, Iron Cave Mori.”

Tokito Muichiro's eyes lit up slightly: "Then, is my sword ready? Take it out quickly."

This makeshift weapon is very unfamiliar to me.

"Ah, I have already sharpened your knife. Since I couldn't find you, I've temporarily left it at Mr. Steelzuka's hut."

"It's not far from here, I'll take you there."

Tetsuka Mori led Tokito Muichiro to the steel mill in the Iron Mound.

As they passed through a grove of trees, Tiexue Sen's figure suddenly stood still.

"What's wrong?" Muichiro Tokito approached from behind.

"No...it seems like there are other people here..." Leaning against a large tree, Tetsuya Mori turned to look at Tokito Muichiro and pointed ahead.

anyone?

Tokito Muichiro was startled and subconsciously looked in the direction he was pointing.

"What a tall person..." Tiexue Sen exclaimed.

Behind the open space, there was a small house that I had seen several times before, and in front of the house, a tall figure stood in the doorway.

The figure was dressed in a purplish-black outfit, with what appeared to be a weapon at his waist. His tall stature and broad shoulders made him look like an imposing warrior.

The moment he saw that figure, Tokito Muichiro's blue eyes narrowed sharply.

what?

Not a breath at all.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought there was nothing in front of him.

And that outfit... he feels like he's seen it somewhere before...

While Tokito Muichiro was still in a daze, Tetsuya Mori, completely unaware, had already taken the initiative to step forward.

"Excuse me, who are you? What brings you here?"

Unaware of the danger, Tiexue Sen walked step by step toward the figure.

"That doll..."

The figure's owner suddenly spoke, his speech slow but steady and penetrating.

Even without malice, the extremely oppressive voice made Tiexue Sen's heart tighten.

Doll?

Tetsuya Mori suddenly remembered: "Ah, you mean Yoriichi Zero Style?"

"That was made by the village's old swordsmith. It's said to be based on a real samurai from the past. Isn't it incredibly realistic?"

It was originally kept by Xiaotie, but it seems that it has been requisitioned by Yuko-sama recently.

Xiao Tie had previously complained about Lord Yu Zi in front of him.

Well, what can I say when Ikuko looks exactly like this doll?

As he was speaking, he continued walking forward when suddenly, a figure blocked his way.

"Lord Tokito?"

"Step back." Tokito Muichiro didn't turn around, staring at Kokushibo's back with a serious expression.

"Eh? But..."

Click...

The Nichirin Blade at his waist was gently pushed aside by Muichiro Tokito, and just as it was about to reveal its blade.

The figure slowly turned around, and a steady voice followed.

"Are you going to draw your sword against me?"

The figure appeared before Tokito Muichiro's eyes.

Upper Moon... One!

boom! ! !

Muichiro Tokito's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and he felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer, his mind going blank for a moment.