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

Such a fast reaction speed.

Beneath Yuko's calm exterior lay immense fear of Muzan.

While Muzan was distracted, Yuko seized the opportunity. She originally intended to cut off his neck first to weaken his strength.

Unexpectedly, even in that situation, Muzan still managed to avoid a fatal wound.

There is still a significant physical difference between them.

In his confusion and disarray, Mucan felt that the injury on his shoulder was not healing well.

That red knife...

It was indeed very tricky.

Muzan's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he began to have second thoughts.

Or should we retreat temporarily?

This woman was a bit beyond his expectations.

This gave Muzan the feeling that the other party had deliberately lured him out.

He looked behind Yuko and saw Kokushibo rushing forward, covered in wounds, and getting entangled with Yuko.

Yuko clicked her tongue. She couldn't press Muzan any further. Her advantage in intelligence was gone, and the two of them wouldn't give her a second chance.

Hopefully, others will find out soon and come to her aid, otherwise she won't be able to hold on if these two attack together.

Just as Muzan was feeling troubled and hesitant about retreating, he suddenly realized...

The woman's movements weren't as exaggerated as he had imagined; both her strength and speed were within Kokushibo's capabilities.

They were all injured simply because the other side caught them off guard by a lack of intelligence.

what happened?

The situation seemed to be developing in a direction he couldn't comprehend.

Muzan focused his attention a bit more, and then a flash of inspiration struck him.

Even if life forms are at the same level, their evolutionary paths may not be the same.

Is this woman... an evolution of Blood Demon Art?

Muzan noticed the unusual state of Yuuko's body and his eyes widened slightly.

No wonder... this woman's blood is increasingly effective at controlling them...

Compared to the life force surging out of Muzan's body like a volcanic eruption, Yuko's body was as calm as a frozen deep pool.

They embarked on two completely different evolutionary paths.

Muzan gritted his teeth and decided not to back down.

However, Muzan felt it was still necessary to take this level of risk.

After all, the fact that this woman overcame the sun is undeniable.

Muzan's expression grew increasingly ferocious, and his thoughts continued to expand.

Before the Demon Slayer Corps can form a complete encirclement, use Nakime's Blood Demon Art to pull this woman into the Infinity Castle.

The other members of the Demon Slayer Corps can be put on hold for now.

Once he enters the Infinite City, he will be able to overcome the sunlight.

That's right!

Compared to overcoming the sunlight, the Demon Slayer Corps and Ubuyashiki can be put on hold.

We'll deal with it later.

Seeing the figures locked in combat before him, Muzan made up his mind.

There's some reaction time for Nakime to open the door, so let's control this woman first!

At this point, Muzan didn't care about whether it was shameful to fight two against one; for him, anything was acceptable as long as he could achieve his goal.

Just like the Demon Slayer Corps never felt ashamed of ganging up on demons.

Blindly following rigid rules is tantamount to digging your own grave.

Yuko, noticing the change in Muzan's aura, lowered her gaze.

This is bad; it seems Muzan has been pushed to the limit.

I need to get rid of this idiot old man in front of me first.

Thinking of this, she took two steps back, avoiding the attack from Kokushibo, while her black fingernails drew long, bloody marks on her arm.

Blood gushed out.

The blood dripped onto the ground and instantly froze into scarlet blood ice, emitting a chill that spread rapidly in front of him.

Kokushibo frowned slightly, raising the Hollow Crying God, which had already entered the second stage, to slash.

"Breath of the Moon - Seventh Form - Mirror of Calamity - Moon Reflection!"

Several slicing strikes, displaying their sharpness, scraped towards the blood-red ice crystals on the ground.

Kakakka~

Blood Crystal, which was helpless in front of everyone, began to shatter little by little when faced with Kokushibo's slashes.

The strength of the breathing technique is immediately apparent.

However, before Kokushibo could relax, the broken blood crystals floating in mid-air turned into blood droplets again, and blood lines swept across like laser beams.

What kind of blood demon magic is this?

Startled, Kokushibo quickly dodged the attack.

He had just thought that Yuko's Blood Demon Art was somewhat similar to Douma's Blood Demon Art, but after comparing them, they were completely different, as if there was a clear difference between superior and subordinate.

Yuko's power lies not in ice, but in blood.

The way the blood changed was somewhat beyond his expectations.

It seems to have a higher degree of shaping ability for ice than Douma's Blood Demon Art, and it can also be quickly transformed between liquids.

Compared to Kokushibo's deep contemplation, Muzan didn't have as many thoughts.

Although he was surprised by Yuko's physical condition, since he had decided to take the risk, he wouldn't hold back.

Muzan's face was grim as he transformed his hands into fleshy whips, slashing them repeatedly at the blood droplets in mid-air.

Drops of blood were flung away by the flesh whip, scattering onto the ground and forming blood-red ice crystals of various shapes.

I am still physically stronger.

With this thought in mind, Muzan's expression relaxed considerably.

Next, together with Kokushibo, they restricted the woman's movements to a certain extent, and then commanded Nakime to drag her into the Infinity Castle.

Hasn't the reinforcement arrived yet?

Isn't that a bit too slow?

Or is it that the fight on her side wasn't intense enough, and you were asleep and didn't hear it?

Yuko muttered a couple of curses to herself, her expression shifting between anger and uncertainty as she looked at Muzan and Kokushibo, her entire body tense.

We cannot be careless in the slightest, or we will be defeated in an instant.

Infinite regeneration does not mean invincibility; she has not evolved a perfect physical body like Muzan's.

Although she is more beautiful, if she could, she would want both beauty and strength, and have the same powerful physique as Muzan.

Just when Yuko was about to give it her all.

Kokushibo seemed to realize this was his last chance and said, "Yuko, stop now, and I will beg Lord Muzan to spare your life."

Should we back down?

"Are you out of your mind?" Yu Zi retorted mercilessly. "You're the one who should stop."

"Yan Sheng, it's not too late to let go now. Consider it your abandonment of darkness and your return to the light. I can still call you brother."

Yuko sometimes thinks, "I wish this guy was a siscon."

Why isn't this guy a siscon?

If he's a sister-complex, then wouldn't the story of Muzan being stabbed in the back be true?

Why isn't this guy a siscon?

Yuko grew angrier the more she thought about it.

Kokushibo actually understood what Yuko meant, and he fell silent again.

"Kuroshibo, step back." Muzan was getting annoyed. He'd been an employee for hundreds of years, how could he still make mistakes in matters of the heart?

He wanted to deal with this woman himself.

He felt he was good enough; this woman's Blood Demon Arts had simply evolved to a certain extent.

He was confident he could limit her speed.

Once they reach the Infinite City, he'll be the one in charge.