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

As Yuko said, there is no need to reason with demons; you just need to kill them with minimal effort.

Everyone drew their Nichirin Blades from their waists, gave Yuko a look, and then quickly surrounded her.

The team consists of ten Pillar-level fighters, many of whom have activated their Demon Slayer Marks. Even Yuko would find it difficult to deal with them easily.

With her clear vision, Yuko saw through everyone's actions. After dodging the attacks from Kyojuro and Shinazugawa, she found it difficult to dodge the subsequent attacks.

This encirclement tactic, unless there is a significant difference in strength, makes it difficult to avoid attacks from everyone, even if you anticipate the opponent's movements.

Yuko grabbed Kanae's wrist as she rushed to her side and yanked her so hard that she sent Kanae and Kanao flying together.

With no time to stop, she bent down to avoid Giyu Tomioka's horizontal slash, swept her knee down, and sent Giyu Tomioka flying.

Without pausing for a moment, he wielded his Nichirin Blade to deflect Obanai Iguro's strangely curved blade.

Just as she parted Obanai Iguro's Nichirin Blade, a pink flash appeared in the corner of her eye.

"Breath of Love, Second Form: Regretful Lingering Love!" Kanroji Mitsuri appeared out of nowhere, like a nimble cat, and arrived in front of Ikuko with a graceful leap.

Yuko was completely stunned.

The peculiar Nichirin Blade, resembling a long whip, slashed in a winding path towards Yuko.

The peculiar blade seemed to bounce off the ground, making two turns before shooting towards Yuko's face.

Yuko instinctively dodged to the other side when she saw her movement, but unexpectedly bumped into the tip of the knife instead.

With the surrounding space compressed by the crowd, Yuko had limited room to dodge and not enough space to create distance.

Yuko simply tilted her head to the side, too lazy to move.

Based on her judgment, the knife should have been dodged about half an inch from her cheek.

Yuko was quite confident in her ability to judge distances.

But the pink blade trembled slightly, like ripples, as it approached her.

It was too late for Yuko to react.

The blade grazed his cheek, leaving a white mark, and a trickle of blood was about to seep out.

The moment the blood started to spill, the white mark healed rapidly without a single drop of blood leaking out.

A somewhat tricky swordsmanship.

Yuko made this judgment.

To be honest, this was the first time Ikuko had dealt with users of Nichirin Blades. In terms of skill alone, Kanroji Mitsuri and Iguro Obanai were much more troublesome than the others.

It's impossible to simply rely on the ability to see through physical features to determine their attack direction.

Obanai Iguro was alright; although his Nichirin Blade was curved, the range of motion was not large, and overall it remained consistent with his body.

However, Kanroji Mitsuri's Nichirin Blade, though called a blade, might be more accurately described as a long whip, as its twisting motion often achieves unexpected results.

The pink blade seemed to stretch infinitely, grazing past Yuko's cheek.

"Hmm~" While Yuko was in a daze, Kanroji Mitsuri gave a playful hum, a triumphant smile appearing on her lips.

With a flick of her wrist, the extended Nichirin Blade quickly retracted.

The twisting blade scraped across Yuko's cheek like a razor blade.

Why is this girl always thinking about messing with her face? Does she want to disfigure her?

After a brief moment of internal grumbling, Yuko chose to take the initiative to approach him.

She was very fast, covering several meters in the blink of an eye.

"Eh~" Kanroji Mitsuri cried out, her hands still trembling as she frantically shook the hilt of her Nichirin Blade.

Hearing her funny voice, Yu Zi's face darkened, realizing that she had become a little too relaxed.

This girl has a different mindset than others; it would be difficult to see her as an enemy.

Yuko hesitated for a moment, unsure whether she should cut it down.

Cut it down, I feel like I'll cry for a long time.

If we don't cut her, it feels like this girl is just there to make up the numbers.

"Watch me!"

There was a loud noise in the sky.

The next moment, Yuzui Tengen leaped and slashed forward with great force.

Yuko lost all interest in thinking and quickly withdrew.

"boom!!!"

Uzui Tengen slammed his two broadswords into the ground, creating a loud explosion due to their special material.

"Waaaaah~" Kanroji Mitsuri cried out, several black spots appearing on her fair cheeks as she was blown away by the strong wind.

The explosion kicked up a cloud of dust, obscuring Yuko's figure.

"Idiot, what have you done?!" Shinazugawa Sanemi muttered, his hands still busy with his work.

"Shut up!" Knowing he was in the wrong, Uzui Tengen replied weakly with a dark face.

"Wind Breathing, Second Form, Claw Claw, Koto Wind!" Shinazugawa Sanemi didn't have time to pay attention to anyone. His eyes flashed, and four claw-shaped wind blades swept across the ground and into the dust, instantly dispersing the dust that was obscuring his vision.

but……

"Disappeared?"

Obanai Iguro's heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one green, narrowed slightly.

He knew the dust would obscure their vision, so he was already trying his best to focus on searching for Yuko.

However, it was still unclear when the other person came out.

Obanai Iguro didn't care where the person had disappeared from at that moment, and quickly looked around.

Then, in a fleeting moment, I caught a glimpse of the anxious expression on Shinazugawa's face.

What corresponds to this is what's behind him.

Obanai Iguro felt a chill run down her spine, and the hairs on her body stood on end. Without turning her head, she bent over and rolled on the ground.

Yuko was taken aback. What was going on?

I didn't tolerate it and kicked him in the butt.

Obanai Iguro awkwardly braced himself with his hands on the ground, thus avoiding being kicked face-first into the mud.

Seeing this, Shinazugawa Sanemi, who had originally intended to help extinguish the fire, suddenly slammed on the brakes, almost losing his grip on his sword with a thud.

Obanai Iguro steadied himself, his expression shifting between light and shadow.

"Pfft, hahaha~" Kanroji Mitsuri, covered in dust and dirt, bent over and laughed without any regard for her image. "Mr. Iguro~ So cute~"

Koba's ears turned red, but her gloomy expression inexplicably faded.

"..."

The group looked around, somewhat bewildered, unsure whether they should continue fighting.

Fortunately, the straightforward young man Tokito and the young woman Kanao dissuaded them from their idea and charged forward without saying a word, carrying their knives.

It must be said that, apart from Kanroji Mitsuri's peculiar weapon that caught Ikuko somewhat off guard, the attack methods of the others can basically be described as straightforward.

As long as an encirclement is not formed, an open area will allow Yuko to evade at will.