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

Chapter 389 Sunbathing is Good for Your Health

Although it's unknown how that woman managed to suppress her cannibalistic desires, her frail health was undeniable.

For Muzan, eating human flesh was not a flaw in a perfect being.

He was certain that even a ghost that had overcome sunlight could not change the fact that it ate meat. A ghost that had overcome sunlight was still a ghost, just like wolves eat meat and sheep eat grass; it was their nature.

That woman has already eaten meat; no demon could resist that taste. Once she completely loses control, Muzan will have no hope of victory.

He originally thought that stirring things up would increase his chances of winning, but the Demon Slayer Corps idiots hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem and were actually trusting a demon who had overcome sunlight.

Are you kidding me?

Do these idiots even know what that means?

A ghost that has overcome sunlight is uncontrollable; whether it is good or evil is entirely up to its own whim.

Perfect, let you bunch of idiots see for yourselves the fact that once a ghost has eaten meat, it can never turn back.

As Muzan stepped out of the ruins, a figure vaguely appeared in the gray dust.

Muzan frowned, and his tentacles shot out rapidly from behind, piercing through the dust and smoke with a whoosh, attacking the gray figure.

Soon, a searing pain shot through Muzan's brain. Before he could recover, a red light swept through the dust and smoke, engulfing everything in its path.

"Snow Breathing - Eleventh Form - Red Furnace Snow." The red light rapidly magnified in Muzan's eyes, stabbing towards his head.

Muzan swung his fleshy whips in front of him, intending to use the mass of multiplying flesh to block the attack of the Crimson Blade.

These rapidly multiplying chunks of flesh will increase his stamina consumption, but this is already the best way to deal with the Crimson Blade.

It's not that such consumption would be less, but rather that once his body is severed by that thing, the effects of regeneration inhibition might cause him to be exploited with more weaknesses.

The red light pierced precisely into the massive chunk of flesh extending from Muzan's arm.

The blade, its restraint fully unleashed, pierced through him without the slightest resistance, like snowflakes melting away. To Muzan's astonishment, Yuko continued its relentless thrust, piercing through the flesh protecting him and penetrating his chest.

An unbearable, intense burning sensation, accompanied by immense force, pinned Muzan to the wall behind him with a single sword strike.

Click...

The building behind him cracked outwards from Muzan's center, threatening to collapse at any moment.

Muzan revealed a ferocious expression, not rushing to break free from the restraints of the crimson blade, but instead eagerly looking up at Yuuko. Finally, at close range, he could clearly see what Yuuko looked like.

Yu Zi frowned, and veins bulged on her fair arms: "You really know how to struggle."

I almost swallowed her whole just now.

No, should we say those idiots were too weak? So many of them couldn't stop a weakened Muzan.

Muzan's eyes narrowed slightly.

what happened?

As he was being sent flying, he witnessed Yuko devouring his flesh and blood.

Judging from the scene, the woman should have lost control.

Muzan was not surprised; demons, when hungry, simply cannot resist flesh and blood.

Therefore, most people who are transformed into ghosts fall into a state of hunger due to the physical strength consumed in the transformation, and often do not have a clear consciousness at the beginning of the transformation.

They usually need to eat one or two humans unconsciously to recover.

But the woman in front of me doesn't seem to have this problem.

Despite being starving and having no other unusual smell, it restrained its urge to eat people.

Is it really that magical that a ghost can overcome sunlight?

This inevitably led Muzan to have such doubts.

Whoosh whoosh! !

Tentacle-like whips coiled and surrounded Yuko in front of him, attempting to bind her once again.

"Wouldn't it be better to just wait patiently until dawn?" Yu Zi sighed and said calmly, "If you don't get enough sun, your body will rust."

Muzan almost laughed out of anger. Would his body rust if he didn't get sunlight?

He wasn't sure if it would rust, but it was certain it would burn to ashes.

Does this woman enjoy mocking him just because she overcame the sunlight?

Tentacle whips made a long bend in mid-air and shot towards Yuko.

"Snow Breathing - First Form: Tornado!"

With one hand bracing against the hilt of the sword, pinning Muzan's body down, Yuko swung the Shura Blade backward with the other.

Huhu~

Centered on the two, a blood-red tornado rose up, and their blood-stained white hair flew wildly in the gale.

The crimson tornado swung the tentacles away one by one, preventing Muzan's attacks from getting close.

Muzan's expression darkened; the flesh and blood that had just been devoured had indeed restored some of the woman's strength.

His attempt to steal a chicken backfired, which perfectly describes his current situation.

Muzan gritted his teeth, knowing he had no choice but to gamble.

They bet that the woman wouldn't dare eat his flesh again, bet that she hadn't completely overcome her loss of control due to hunger, and bet that the group of pillars would intervene when the woman tried to eat him.

In Muzan's view, trust is one thing, but the fact that he was eaten by this woman might not be a good thing for the Demon Slayer Corps or for humans, and they would likely intervene.

In that case, the Demon Slayer Corps might even become an asset to him.

Muzan couldn't help but feel relieved that he hadn't dealt with those Pillars beforehand.

Without making a single move, practically starting with zero frames, Muzan suddenly and unexpectedly bit down on Yuko.

The whole process seemed abrupt, yet there wasn't a single unnecessary movement.

However, Yuko was already on guard. Before she could turn the blade of the Shura Blade around, she lifted the hilt and struck Muzan's jaw from bottom to top, shattering many of Muzan's teeth in one blow.

But the attack wasn't over yet. Muzan's arms, which had been pierced and pinned to his chest, were forcibly torn off, and the rapidly regenerating flesh whips shot towards Yuko's head.

As it approached Yuko, a hideous maw, spitting saliva, sprouted from the tips of the two fleshy whips.

The fleshy whip lashed out toward Yuko's face, while Yuko's hands were both occupied.

The enormous mouth at the tip of the fleshy whip grew larger and larger, like a snake, its mouth opening more than a hundred degrees, seemingly about to swallow her head whole. The stench was so strong that one could smell it coming from right next to her.

Yuko's sanity is plummeting. Muzan's abilities are hard to describe, but he's definitely good at being disgusting.

The thought of having just eaten something like that made Yuko feel terrible.

But damn it, her stomach was still growling, and Muzan looked more and more like food to her. No, not just a little bit, she really wanted to take a bite out of him.

If I had to say, the neck area looks relatively normal, and biting into it doesn't feel disgusting.

The conflict between her physical and psychological state made Yuko seem like she had a split personality.