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

The ordinary swordsmen were unaware that danger was quietly approaching and were training hard.

Team members who graduated from other places all went to Gyomei Himejima, making his place overcrowded.

The team members watched, trembling, as the swordsman, whose mind was reeling from being washed by the waterfall, was carried away by the others as if it were commonplace. It was like an enhanced version of hell on earth.

The opening of the transparent realm was taking place during the day.

However, the training results were minimal; that ability was indeed not something that could be achieved simply by reaching the limit.

During this period, in order to push himself to the limit and unleash his potential, he even pushed himself to the point of dizziness and spitting blood.

If Yuko hadn't been able to see their physical condition clearly, this training method would have been quite dangerous.

And at the same time.

Infinite city.

"Still haven't found it, Nakime?" Muzan Kibutsuji sat on his throne, holding a map in one hand and elegantly taking a sip of blood-stained wine in the other, asking expressionlessly.

Before him sat Narumi, who was sitting upright against the wall, holding a biwa (a type of lute) in her hands.

At this moment, Nakime's face, which had been hidden under her hair, was fully revealed.

A huge eyeball covered his face, with the character '肆' on it. Veins on his face connected the eyeball, making him look extremely ferocious.

Her long, jet-black hair clung to the wall behind her, spreading out like tree roots.

As the pipa in her hands produced a sound, her long hair twisted and extended as if it were alive.

Those long strands of hair were connected to individual surveillance eyes.

Nakime maintained her posture while playing the biwa and said softly, "I'm so sorry, but that woman seems to know we're looking for her and hasn't shown up at the Demon Slayer Corps' base."

Several days have passed since the Demon Slayer Corps' base was located. Although they haven't completely turned the base upside down, they have searched most of the residences, but they still haven't found any trace of that woman.

Muzan wasn't surprised and pointed to the other side of the map: "Let's explore this side next."

Having lay dormant for hundreds of years, does he think he can defeat him now that he has emerged?

That face... was indeed impossible to ignore.

But Muzan knew deep down that if that woman had the ability to kill him, she would have had a great chance of doing so over the past few centuries.

Even if they look the same, they might not have half the strength of that monster.

As Muzan imagined Kokushibo's appearance, he realized that if he hadn't been prejudiced against Kokushibo beforehand, he wouldn't have underestimated the monster when he first encountered it.

When I first saw Kokushibo, the aura of a powerful being that the man possessed was rare even among humans.

For hundreds of years, Muzan had never seen a human stronger than Kokushibo, which led him to misunderstand humans and swordsmen who knew breathing techniques.

So-called swordsmen who use breathing techniques are probably just so-so.

But only a short time after that, he encountered the monster.

At first glance, he appeared to be an ordinary person with a weak aura, like an ant, but in the next moment, he was completely defeated.

Kibutsuji Muzan clutched his chest, his face grim.

Adhesive tape...

It's a miracle that such a monster has appeared even once; it won't happen a second time.

That woman only survived by chance, thanks to his kindness, just like Tamayo, barely clinging to life. Her attempt to kill him was nothing but a fool's dream.

From Kokushibo's memories, we can see that the woman only had a little talent and was unable to use the Breath of the Sun. Although her strength was not bad, and she could even be compared with Kokushibo, she was not a threat to him, at most she was just a bit troublesome.

Thinking of this, Muzan's crimson eyes narrowed.

Or did that woman think that kid who could use Sun Breathing could play some kind of role?

The mere thought of that flame made Muzan's face turn terrifyingly gloomy, as if black water could drip from it.

Do not……

no……

That breathing technique proves nothing, and it's far from something he should be afraid of.

That brat killed Rui, cornered Gyutaro, and withstood the pressure from Hantengu...

So weak.

What he feared from beginning to end was only that monster, and had nothing to do with the breathing technique or its appearance.

In any case, if we miss this opportunity, we don't know when the next one will come.

The thought of fulfilling his long-cherished wish of thousands of years instantly transformed the slight worry in Muzan Kibutsuji's heart into excitement.

Soon, he will be able to overcome sunlight and become a perfect, ultimate being.

As long as we eat... that woman...

For thousands of years, he has been searching for ways to overcome sunlight, whether by looking for the so-called blue spider lily or trying to find a solution in the medical field, which has almost driven him crazy.

"Lord Muzan, I've made a discovery."

Just as Muzan was lost in thought, Nakime's voice brought him back to reality.

Without needing explanation, Muzan's eyes flashed, and the viewpoint instantly shifted to the location of Nakime's mark.

It was in an alleyway.

It was late at night, and during the special training period, the number of patrol shifts and personnel assigned by the Demon Slayer Corps had been increased.

There are patrol personnel in almost every place.

To avoid triggering any reaction from the Demon Slayer Corps, Muzan only had Nakime mark the locations of various residences and the number and location of the Demon Slayer Corps members.

What appears in Muzan's vision now is a team of night patrol members.

The three carried lanterns and walked forward aimlessly, completely unaware that two small eyeball monsters were unknowingly following them from the shadows in the corner behind them.

One of them started the conversation: "Speaking of which, it's been several days since we've seen the Pillars. Has the special training ended?"

"Is it over? But I still have to go to Lord Himejima's place for training tomorrow." Another person said in a miserable tone, "I might die at the hands of the Pillars before I even get a chance to fight Muzan."

Muzan Kibutsuji's eyelids twitched. Were these people really enjoying themselves?

Even at the height of the battle, they were still joking around, completely lacking any sense of crisis despite it being an important night patrol mission.

No wonder he could only be an ordinary swordsman and could never become a pillar.

If his subordinates were like that, he guaranteed he wouldn't live past the next day.

"That guy's training... was indeed quite painful." The last person said, his face pale, as if he had already experienced the Stone Pillar's training, and his eyes still held the despair of that time.

"What about the training of the other pillars? I don't think I've heard anything about their training these past few days."

"Now that you mention it, I do remember that I haven't seen any other pillars these past few days."

Other columns?

Muzan Kibutsuji narrowed his eyes. Indeed, Naruto hadn't spotted any other Pillars these past few days.

It's probably some kind of special training facility.

Another swordsman on night patrol scratched his head and said, "Could they be doing special training somewhere?"

Muzan nodded to himself.

That's right, that's what he thinks too.

The night patrol swordsman said uncertainly, "I saw that young lady before... I think her name was Yuko? She was quite close to the Pillars."