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

Liar?

Looking at Yuko's bitter smile, Kokushibo was somewhat lost in thought.

What's so funny about this?

He never imagined that Yuko would deceive him with such words.

Because Yuko has never been interested in girls' hobbies since she was a child, although she was forced to learn a lot, she seems to be better at secretly watching him practice swordsmanship.

Kokushibo couldn't figure out what Ikuko could possibly have to deceive him about.

The reason?

As if sensing the confusion in Kokushibo's eyes, Yuuko slowly spoke: "The reason I said that is only because back then... no, it's because you only had Yoriichi in your eyes..."

Upon hearing his younger brother's name, Kokushibo couldn't help but clench his fist.

Yuko seemed oblivious to his odd behavior and continued, "The reason I told you those things was so that you would realize that you too are being chased by others..."

"But you care too much about Yoriichi and want to prove yourself so much that you lose yourself."

“I originally hoped you could understand that, as Iwakatsu, and as yourself, you are also a unique being…”

But I didn't expect...

Because of her, Yan Sheng's belief in becoming stronger was strengthened...

Kokushibo's breathing quickened, and his mood became much heavier.

Yu Zi's heartfelt words caused him a burning pain in his internal organs, a pain far worse than when he was stabbed through the body by the Hei Dao.

Kokushibo suddenly remembered that there was a time when he really disliked his younger sister.

Compared to Yoriichi's indifference to everything, Yuuko seemed to have mastered a realm of clarity, her clear eyes appearing to see through everything in the world.

During that time, talking to Yuko was an inner torment.

The feeling was like... like having his flesh peeled off while he was still alive.

Completely naked, with absolutely no privacy.

It was disgusting...so disgusting he felt like throwing up...

Even now, after hearing Yuko say those words, Kokushibo is not completely relieved.

Yuko looked quite disappointed: "If I had known earlier that this would be a burden to you, I wouldn't have said anything in the first place."

Kokushibo's jet-black fingernails dug into his palm, and an inexplicable sense of irritation welled up in his heart.

This feeling is awful, like having your dark past exposed in public.

A sense of impatience welled up in Kokushibo's heart.

"Regarding what you said two months ago when we were in Youguo..." Yu Zi suddenly changed the subject.

Kokushibo subconsciously looked up.

You Guo?

Did he say anything?

“I don’t think I answered you last time…” Yuko smiled, “about turning me into a ghost…”

Kokushibo's expression became visibly irritated. Was he going to reject him again?

Yuan Yi is the same as you... neither of you can understand him.

What are the downsides of becoming a ghost...?

"I think I can say...about this..."

"As far as the result is concerned, I am actually very happy."

Kokushibo's eyes widened slightly, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

"Then..." he began subconsciously, but completely forgot what he was supposed to say.

Yuko smiled slightly: "You're right, the feeling of being reborn is really great..."

Ultimately, as a modern person, she didn't have much reverence for ghosts and monsters.

The reason for the fear of becoming a ghost is partly because they worry that once they become a ghost, they will not be able to control their desire to eat human flesh.

On one hand, she was worried that Muzan Kibutsuji would see her thoughts.

But both of these have yielded very good results, so what remains is naturally a good thing.

Moreover, I feel really good that I've been able to live to this day and get to know everyone.

Therefore, in the end, Ikuko didn't actually dislike the fact that Kokushibo had turned her into a demon.

After a brief adjustment of his mindset, Kokushibo remained silent and asked, "Then why did you reject me?"

"Do I have a reason to agree to your request?" Yuko retorted. "After all, how can I help someone like Muzan Kibutsuji, who harms living beings, with a clear conscience?"

"I don't care that you gave up your human identity, but is it really true strength to become stronger by hurting others?"

“I am well aware of your efforts, but…”

"You can't get any stronger."

Kokushibo frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

“Because you don’t have the courage to keep getting stronger.” Yuko looked up at him. “You’re not jealous of Muzan Kibutsuji’s strength, you don’t want to become stronger than him, you’re just… jealous of your own brother.”

"For you, anyone can be better than you, you just don't want anyone stronger than yourself to be someone else..."

"Shut up!" Kokushibo suddenly shouted.

He thought he could say something.

The result was still the same annoying talk.

Talking nonstop...

Yuko shut her mouth, looked at him intently, and after a long while, she closed her eyes slightly.

"I understand."

Yuko gently drew the Shura from her waist; the snow-white blade emitted a holy light in the moonlight.

Kokushibo said expressionlessly, "There's no point in continuing this fight."

He's still as straightforward as ever.

"Who knows?" Yu Zi slowly ran her palm across the blade, and a streak of blood quickly covered the snow-white blade.

The dark red blade exuded a chilling aura, a stark contrast to the heat distorted by the Crimson Blade.

“Yuko, your blood might already have the ability to replace the Crimson Blade.”

Recalling Tamayo's voice in her mind, Ikuko took a deep breath.

If... if you really can slay the demon... then please show it to her.

Yuko's renewed fighting spirit made Kokushibo frown. "You've always been like this; you never listen to me."

Why won't they listen?

Yu Zi assumed a stance and replied calmly, "Perhaps it's because I'm the one walking the right path, not you."

right way?

It doesn't matter how that kind of thing is handled.

Yuko no longer hoped to persuade him; the rift between them had not weakened because of this exchange.

A pitiful, thick barrier had long existed between them.

She had understood long ago that as long as Yan Sheng was still jealous of his younger brother, there was no turning back.

Yuko exhaled a wisp of white mist, her chest rising and falling slightly.

"Snow Breathing - Seventh Form - Snow - A Line of Sky".

Blood-red threads swept across the darkness.

Kokushibo got into position, his eyes becoming more focused.

Yuko's figure moved faster and faster in his eyes.

However... they are not invincible.

"Breathing of the Moon - Fourteenth Form - Calamity - Full Moon!"

The endless, enormous crescent-shaped blades spread out in all directions, carrying countless smaller crescent blades, their powerful force seemingly intent on destroying everything around them.

Faced with this almost hopeless area-of-effect attack, Yuko's eyes were filled with an ever-increasing chill.