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

Once again surrounded and attacked by the crowd, Muzan's face was as black as coal.

"Different evolutionary paths?"

No way!

The force Yuko exerted just now sent Muzan flying, and the force was so great that it broke his spine on the spot.

It should be noted that his physical strength has been trained to the limit of a demon, far surpassing even that of Kokushibo, the Upper Moon One.

Even if a pillar with its markings unactivated were placed right in front of them, they couldn't cut it off.

But it was crushed by that enormous force.

It's just brute force.

A hint of fear surfaced on Muzan's angry face.

This means that his initial guess was wrong.

That woman's difference in physical strength wasn't due to any different evolutionary path. The reason she lost to him was simply because that idiot woman had starved herself into this state.

Even ghosts don't die from hunger, but they can lose their fighting ability due to the physical weakness caused by hunger, and even their movements become difficult.

Muzan initially thought she survived by drinking blood, just like Tamayo, hiding in human society and extracting people's blood while earning money through medical skills.

This helps maintain bodily functions to some extent.

But now it seems that's not the case at all.

Thinking back, she first met this woman at the Asakusa night market, and at that time, the woman did not exude any ghostly aura.

Even if they managed to conceal their presence, they shouldn't have been able to hide it from her, the Ghost King.

This leaves only one explanation.

This woman probably only started drinking blood recently...

Muzan was so angry that his brain felt like it was about to explode.

Are you kidding me?

Could it be that the woman has lived from the Warring States period to the present day without ever touching blood, let alone flesh?

Is it really possible for a ghost to endure that kind of hunger?

Muzan had no doubt that demons could survive in a state of hunger, after all, demons were known as immortal creatures.

But a hungry ghost can't possibly maintain its sanity... No, this has nothing to do with whether it's a ghost or not. Any living creature would look for food when it's hungry, right?

Ultimately, Muzan simply couldn't understand why this woman was starving and not eating or drinking.

This isn't just being an idiot, is it?

Even an idiot would know to look for something to eat when he's hungry, right?

Does this woman even have a brain?

He had never thought that Kokushibo had any intellectual disabilities, and the monster didn't seem to have any either...

……

boom! ! !

Piercing through the dust and smoke, the crimson meteor hammer crashing down on Muzan disrupted his thoughts.

"Breath of Rock, Second Form, Shattered Sky!"

Muzan took a breath, and his flesh and blood rapidly writhed, forming a biological armor on his body. He used the effect of the crimson blade to knock the meteor hammer away.

"Drink!" A crimson figure pierced through the dust and smoke, and Tanjiro, covered in blood, came into Muzan's eyes.

Tanjiro, his face contorted in pain, shouted, "Muzan!!"

That angry expression gave Muzan a vaguely familiar feeling.

Muzan's arms transformed into fleshy whips, wrapping around Tanjiro's blade and bringing it close to his face.

"You still have the mind to attack me?" Muzan raised his crimson eyes. "You are really foolish, you have no idea about that even more dangerous monster."

Tanjiro naturally understood what he meant and retorted, "Miss Ikuko is not a monster!"

"Hahaha..." Muzan suddenly burst into laughter twice in front of Tanjiro, "Not a monster?"

"You must have seen it, right? She was just trying to eat me."

"Seeing that expression, do you really think it's not a monster?"

Muzan's voice reminded Tanjiro of Ikuko's blood-covered, distorted face.

Before he could refute, someone broke through the dust and smoke.

Sanemi Shinazugawa swung his sword, but it was blocked by Muzan's flesh whip. The hideous scars on his face had been repaired, and his ferocious expression looked a little strange, but it did not detract from his arrogant demeanor.

"Although I'm also quite annoyed by that woman, compared to you, anyone with eyes can tell who the good guy is, right?"

Muzan's current appearance was that his entire body was covered in flesh-colored armor, making his figure look very bloated and strange.

If you were to rate it based on its appearance, probably no one would give it a positive score.

Muzan was unaffected by Sanemi Shinazugawa's words and sneered: "You are all so at ease with a monster who has overcome sunlight. Is it that Ubuyashiki is mentally unstable, or that you are all mentally unstable, or that none of you are mentally stable?"

"Don't think Miss Yuko is like you, you bastard!" Yuko's most loyal follower, Shinazugawa Genya, stepped forward.

“Yes! Yuko is different from a wicked person like you.” This time it was Kanae Kocho.

"Miss Yuko is a good person." The warm voice belonged to Kyojuro.

One by one, the patterned pillars emerged from the dust and smoke, arriving before Muzan, who swung his Nichirin Blade down.

Muzan's fleshy whips spread out, blocking the attacks from the crowd.

Faced with the combined attack of everyone, he finally began to feel the strain.

“One after another, they’re all spouting nice things.” Muzan’s face twisted in a grimace. “Just watch, once she’s tasted meat, she’ll never forget that feeling.”

No one was confused by Muzan's words; they had complete trust in Yuuko.

Muzan is incomprehensible, utterly incomprehensible.

A ghost that has overcome the power of sunlight can be trusted by humans so much.

Why is it?

He couldn't help but angrily ask, "What's wrong with you guys?"

Everyone exerted all their strength to resist Muzan's power, shouting as if to bolster their morale: "You're the one with a problem in your head, Muzan!"

"Ah!!!" Muzan was also enraged, he roared, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Then, it suddenly erupted.

"Whoa~" Everyone's bodies were flipped over by the flesh whip and sent flying backward, smashing holes in the already dilapidated wall.

This guy!! He still has energy left!!!

Tanjiro felt a chill run down his spine. It was almost dawn, and even though they had weakened to this extent, they still couldn't gain the upper hand.

Muzan Kibutsuji is truly a monster.

After shaking off the crowd, Muzan ran towards the outside of the building.

Having come this far, and knowing the woman's true situation, Muzan would never consider running away.

Faced with the choice between dying late with no chance of survival and becoming a perfect being with a slim chance of survival, Muzan unhesitatingly chose the latter.