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

After retrieving her Nichirin Blade, Yuuko finally had time to look up and gaze at the magnificent alternate dimension.

What kind of blood demon technique is this?

That's practically a superpower.

I want to become an immortal.

I've never seen anything this amazing.

Yuko's eyes were filled with surprise and envy. Could her Blood Demon Art really be that powerful?

Who is the ultimate being?

Muzan, if you're not up to the task, can't you just step down?

It's obvious who's better at this level.

So, is this reasonable?

Is this really reasonable?

"Sigh." Yuko sighed.

It's a bit troublesome.

We failed to restrain that guy; we need to find him before the poison is broken down by Muzan.

Yuko shook her head, moved her toes slightly, and stood on the suspended platform, looking around.

Faintly, one could hear the low groans of evil spirits and sounds of destruction coming from the buildings overhead.

She seemed to have been thrown to a rather low position.

So... was she a bit unlucky?

Yuko rubbed her temples, picked up her Nichirin Blade, and jumped off the platform. There was no way to get a foothold here, so it was quite difficult to get back up.

She is now standing where she fell, in a floating corridor.

Faint, low breathing could be heard coming from the house next door.

Yu Zi's expression shifted slightly, and without any warning, she took half a step back.

The next moment, the room to his right was blown apart.

The wooden door cracked open and fell downwards.

A magnificent figure blocked her way, and through the dust and smoke, her large, ferocious, blood-red eyes were faintly visible.

It was a gigantic ghost.

"Demon Hunter! Die!" A claw the size of a sandbag pierced through the dust and slashed towards Yuko.

"If Muzan were this easy to defeat, that would be great."

As Yuko thought this, she lowered her body slightly to avoid the claw attack while calmly walking forward.

"?"

The ghost was quite shocked, never expecting that the enemy in front of him would try to escape through the gap between him and the wall.

Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his other fist and slammed it down at Yu Zi.

But for some reason, his field of vision suddenly dropped, and then tilted sharply.

When he could see things clearly again, a pair of slender legs walked past him indifferently.

His back was never seen again.

His head spun, and he saw his own figure gradually disappearing. He finally understood.

He was chopped down.

……

Yuko quickened her pace, encountering many miscellaneous soldiers along the way. It seemed that Muzan had summoned most, if not all, of the demons to deal with today's events.

I never imagined that there would be such a large number spread across the entire country.

Fortunately, most of them were just mediocre, and none were as strong as Upper Moon.

As for the lower-winding type, it's not much different from other junk; the only difference is the quantity, and it's far from the qualitative change that the upper-winding type represents.

The Infinite City is vast, and its buildings defy gravity and even space, floating mysteriously in mid-air.

Fortunately, her senses were not limited, and she could sense that some people had already gotten into a fight.

But she couldn't get there in time; Muzan's location hadn't been found yet.

She rushed towards the direction where Muzan had fallen, and there she could hear the sound of a pipa coming from there from time to time.

That pipa demon, it wouldn't be bad if we could deal with that guy first.

Yuko thought to herself.

As for Kokushibo, although she also wanted to deal with that guy herself, she couldn't ruin the original plan because of it.

As Yu Zi walked, she suddenly hurled a sword aura at the room beside her. The sword aura overturned the wooden door and cut off all the strange and evil ghosts that pounced from behind.

Some of the ghosts, having missed their necks, were still frantically crawling towards Yuko.

too ugly.

Yuko felt physically uncomfortable, and with a few stabs, they cleaned her up completely.

Yuko sheathed her sword and turned around, suddenly smelling a strong stench of blood.

It's the smell of human blood.

It came from the front.

There was nothing unusual in my senses yet, but the smell of blood had traveled quite far, so there were probably more than one or two dead.

He is not a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Ikuko judged.

Currently, only the Pillars should be involved; that Blood Demon Art definitely couldn't pull down hundreds of Demon Slayer Corps members at once.

Is it 'food'?

Yu Zi's expression darkened slightly as she hurried toward the direction of the bloody scent.

They're right on the same line; if anyone's still alive, then...

As they drew closer, Yuko sensed a rather familiar aura.

It's the aura of a ghost.

But for the moment, she couldn't recall where she had encountered the owner of that aura.

Beside that aura, a faint, weak aura emanated.

The aura of humanity.

She seemed to know who it was.

The only person who would be so cruel as to keep humans as pets by their side is that guy.

Suddenly, several familiar auras entered Yuko's senses.

Yu Zi's expression shifted slightly, and she quickened her pace. Along the way, doors were smashed open by evil spirits, which surged towards her like a horde of corpses, as if trying to stop her there.

Yuko took a deep breath, and a red-tinged breath escaped from the corner of her mouth.

"Snow Breathing - Eleventh Form - Red Furnace Snow!"

Slender fingers gripped the hilt of the knife, flashing like a crimson sword, surrounded by a burst of fire.

A streak of red light flashed, piercing through the evil spirits along the way like a bolt of aurora.

……

At this moment.

Inside a room not far in front of Yuko.

Kanae sliced ​​the onrushing demon in half with a single stroke, then warned her younger sister behind her, "Be careful, the number of demons is increasing."

Shinobu Kocho nodded seriously: "Yes, I know."

As expected of Muzan's lair, the air is thick with the aura of demons.

If one of them had fallen here, even if they weren't facing the Twelve Demon Moons, they would probably have been worn down to death.

"Flower Breathing - Fourth Form - Red Flower Robe!"

Kanao's figure somersaulted several times in mid-air before landing between the two.

A faint smile played at the corners of her lips.

So happy.

Fighting alongside my sisters.

It feels like they have inexhaustible energy.

The three looked after each other, constantly defeating the oncoming demons, and moved forward in a certain direction.

Finally, after dealing with a wave of ghost attacks, they entered a spacious room.

When they saw the view inside the room, Kanae and Shinobu's expressions changed almost simultaneously.

It resembles a pond, connected by a series of wooden bridges.

It's hard to imagine that such a view could be found here.

There seem to be some tasteful individuals among the ghosts.

If you ignore the pile of human corpses in front of you.

"That guy is..." Kanae's pupils contracted slightly as she looked at the figure sitting cross-legged on the wooden bridge.

That guy is... the ghost who almost killed her.

The second upper moon, Doma.

The demon second only to Muzan and Kokushibo.

It's a genuine monster.