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

what?

My body... I can't move.

What did this guy do?

No, is it just about the aura?

It's unbelievable that someone can be rendered immobile simply by their aura.

What is this guy...?

Veins bulged on Tokito Muichiro's forehead, and his nerves tightened.

He remembered seeing this person's attire somewhere before.

It's from the information about the Upper Moon demons!

"Wow! It's a ghost!"

Kokushibo's turn finally allowed Tetsuya Mori to see his face clearly. His terrifying face, covered by several eyes, was awe-inspiring.

Kokushibo ignored Tetsuya Mori and didn't even spare his attention. Looking at Tokito Muichiro's tense face, he suddenly started rubbing his chin.

"May I have your name?"

What do you mean?

Tokito Muichiro inexplicably felt a significant reduction in the pressure on his body.

The only response to Kokushibo was a clang; Tokito Muichiro expressionlessly drew his Nichirin Blade and swung it toward Kokushibo's neck.

however……

Tokito Muichiro didn't even see Kokushibo's movements clearly before the Nichirin Blade in his hand was being gently held by two fingers.

Tokito Muichiro frowned slightly, his arm trembling as he exerted force.

Kokushibo looked at him expressionlessly: "Can't you tell the difference in strength?"

Strange child...

Although she has some talent, she seems to have some mental issues...

"Tokito..."

"Ok?"

"Tokito Muichiro".

Taking advantage of the moment when the demon in front of him was distracted by his name, Tokito Muichiro broke free from Kokushibo's fingers.

"Breath of Mist - Second Form - Yae Mist!"

In this close-range slash, the sword energy, shrouded in azure mist, instantly touched Kokushibo's face.

Swish!

Without any warning, the tall figure suddenly disappeared from sight.

So fast!

Tokito Muichiro's pupils contracted slightly, and his fighting instincts drove him to turn around.

No one is there.

A calm and steady voice came from behind me.

"So that's how it is... So the country really has declined after all?"

A slight ripple stirred within Tokito Muichiro's calm heart. This guy... is so strong...

He took two steps forward, retreating to what he considered a safe distance, and turned around to look. Kokushibo seemed to have never moved, still standing in the same spot.

Tokito Muichiro's calm voice rang out: "The Tsutomu Kingdom? What do you mean?"

"My name is Tsugikuni Iwakatsu."

"You are the descendant of the child I left behind from the human era."

The moment Kokushibo saw Tokito, he sensed that the aura within his bloodline was something that a demon could never conceal.

Upon hearing this, Tokito Muichiro's calm facial muscles twitched slightly: "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Descendants of demons?

Nonsense.

Kokushibo tilted his head: "Don't you believe me? Didn't Yuuko tell you?"

Tokito Muichiro frowned.

Come to think of it, this guy does look a lot like Yuko.

Kokushibo, who was watching Tokito's changing expression, fell silent for a moment. It seemed that Ikuko really hadn't told the child.

The breathing technique he used was not his Moon Breathing.

It is a derivative of the basic breathing method.

Tetsuya Mori was still standing not far away: "Lord Tokito..."

"Don't get in my way." Tokito Muichiro couldn't concentrate at all; the pressure from this guy was immense.

"I...I understand."

Although Tiexue Sen couldn't understand the battle, he had a general understanding of the situation and knew that staying there would only be a hindrance, so he turned around and hid in the woods.

His departure did not attract the attention of either of them.

The flesh and blood of those weak, ordinary people were of little use to Kokushibo; they were the kind of food he wouldn't even bother to chew, even when it was right in front of him.

He cares more about this descendant now.

"Breathing of the Mist..."

Tokito Muichiro, unwilling to waste words with demons, took the initiative to attack.

However, his attacks posed no threat to Kokushibo, who casually dodged Muichiro's slashes as if taking a leisurely stroll.

Kokushibo dodged the attacks with ease, and his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of admiration as he looked at Tokito Muichiro.

"He's about fourteen years old, isn't he?" Kokushibo praised without reservation. "Such a young age, yet he has mastered such skillful swordsmanship."

"The courage to face challenges despite being intimidated by them."

What the hell is this guy talking about?

They have clearly lived in the mountains for generations...

What was that just now?

The image that suddenly flashed through his mind caused a rare sense of irritation to rise in Tokito Muichiro's heart.

……

On the other side, Tetsuya Sen, who had retreated into the woods, hadn't taken two steps when he bumped into someone behind him.

"Wow!"

The two said in unison.

"Little Iron?" Iron Caveman recognized the boy who had bumped into him.

Xiao Tie scratched his head, then looked up in surprise: "Mr. Tiexuesen, what are you doing here?"

He had barely finished speaking when Tie Xuesen covered his mouth.

"Shh! There's a ghost, a ghost over there." Tie Xuesen pointed behind him.

"Eh?!!"

Xiao Tie looked in that direction, "That seaweed guy?"

"So that's where you flew here?"

Masami Tokito Muichiro's battle with Kokushibo.

Wow, I can't see anything at all.

In a brief pause, bright moonlight shone on Kokushibo's profile.

Xiao Tie exclaimed in surprise: "The puppet has come back to life?!"

But the next moment, a casual glance from Kokushibo sent a chill down his spine.

It's like casually glancing over when you hear the buzzing of flies in a room.

That terrifying face made Xiao Tie's heart feel as if it had been squeezed.

Fortunately, due to Muichiro's pressure, the terrifying demon had no choice but to look away.

"Oh, how scary..." Xiao Tie clutched his pounding heart.

Tie Xuesen whispered, "Little Tie, run away quickly."

"But... Mr. Tetsuya Mori, don't you plan to leave?" Little Tetsuya noticed his hesitation.

Tetsuya Mori hesitated, then pointed to the house: "Lord Tokito, I would like to get his weapon out for him."

Xiao Tie's eyes lit up: "While Seaweed Head is holding that guy back, let's go around him!"

"Hey, no..." Before Tiexue Sen could say anything more, Xiao Tie had already plunged into the woods, circled the clearing, and headed towards the house.

Iron Caveman had no choice but to follow.

……

"As expected of my descendant, although the bloodline is very weak, it doesn't matter..."

On one side was Kokushibo's voice, and on the other side were memories flashing through his mind.

Tokito Muichiro felt increasingly agitated.

"Breath of Mist, Seventh Form: Oboro!"

A bluish mist swirled around them, and a hint of surprise flashed in Kokushibo's eyes.

It's a type I've never seen before, a type of Breath of Mist that I've never seen before.

Did this child create it himself?

Swish! !

Taking advantage of the hazy mist, a sword was about to strike his neck, but Kokushibo comfortably took a half-step back to dodge it.

Its rhythm is unique, its movements are difficult to predict, and its techniques are both deceptive and fluid.

For a fleeting moment, he seemed to see Yuko's past figure.

That graceful dance in the snow.

wonderful.

That's a brilliant idea.