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

However, on the other hand, I was really hungry, with a kind of cramping pain that even made my head hurt.

Even in the period immediately after she was transformed into a demon, Yuko had never felt this bad.

To be honest, she felt it was Tamayo's fault.

Before Tamayo pointed out that she would age rapidly if she continued like this, Ikuko never felt uncomfortable about being hungry. At most, she would be hungry for a few minutes, and then she would feel better after a while.

After Tamayo pointed it out, Ikuko found herself unable to resist the urge to eat when she was hungry.

I've never felt this way before, so it's all Tamayo's fault.

"Ha..." Yu Zi was so hungry that she was sweating profusely. She didn't have time to care about whether she was hungry or not, and looked up ahead.

The group's figures gradually disappeared into the dust and smoke, heading towards Muzan in the center of the arena.

The blood-red ice crystal platform formed by Yuko's Blood Demon Art was incredibly smooth. Standing on it, one could even see their own reflection below. It was as smooth as a mirror, like a giant ice rink.

"Please, just hold on a little longer..."

Her belly...

After today's battle, I'll give you something delicious to eat.

But clearly, Yuko's stomach didn't trust her.

This woman, who had only recently given it a little water in hundreds of years, was completely distrusted.

Feeling a hollow hunger in her stomach, Yuko suppressed her discomfort and manipulated her Blood Demon Art to clear a path for everyone to Muzan.

Just as the passage was formed, Yuuko sensed Muzan in the center of the area and began to act.

Yuko glanced at the dimly lit horizon, where a faint red light could be seen rising.

"Hopefully we can stop them..."

……

Inside the blood-red ice rink, Muzan stepped onto the mirror-like platform, and instantly, blood-red frost spread up from beneath his feet, sticking to the skin of his feet and slowing his movements.

Dawn was just around the corner, but Muzan did not stop. He forcibly lifted his feet off the ice and fled into the distance, leaving bloody footprints with each step.

He gave up.

If he had previously been confident enough to try, even if it meant risking his life to see if he could devour Yuuko, then with his splitting ability blocked and dawn breaking, Muzan had no intention of continuing the struggle.

There's no other way, let's retreat for now.

Muzan was heartbroken. That night, he not only lost the Upper Moon Demon Moon, but also Nakime, who controlled the Infinity Castle.

Although Nakime was promoted to Upper Moon Four by him, Muzan actually preferred to use her as a servant.

That convenient Blood Demon Art was perfect for hiding, but unfortunately it was destroyed just like that. If it wants to make a comeback, it will probably take much longer.

This also made Muzan secretly resolve that this time, he would no longer deliberately suppress the number of demons.

Since you want to play, he'll play with you.

Muzan ran wildly across the ice, his bloody footprints trailing far behind him, like a humanoid monster.

"Muzan! Don't even think about escaping!"

Behind me, a series of rapid footsteps accompanied by angry shouts came.

"Tch." Muzan clicked his tongue in displeasure, not even bothering to turn around and look back.

While this platform slowed his progress, it also prevented...

Muzan's expression changed slightly. Why did he feel that the footsteps of this group of people were getting closer and closer?

Muzan looked back and saw a group of people chasing him straight towards him like arrows, while the platform beneath their feet split apart at a visible speed.

Muzan's eyelids twitched, and he thought to himself that Muzan was cheating. His face turned ugly; if this continued, he would be caught up.

The fleshy whips on Muzan's body began to work, one half of the whip extending behind him, shattering the blood crystal, and then being rolled up with tentacles and thrown towards the people behind him.

Half of the fleshy whip stretched forward, crackling like pounding rice cakes as it shattered the blood crystals in front of him, revealing the ground cracked by his shockwave.

Unfortunately, that ability cannot be used continuously, and it consumes a lot of physical strength; otherwise, it wouldn't have slowed down my progress.

With a dark expression, Muzan ran forward, the edge of the blood-red platform already faintly visible ahead.

Soon, once he gets out of this area, he'll head towards the city and blend into the crowd, where he'll be safe. The Demon Slayer Corps won't be able to chase him into the city.

Muzan knew very well that while he was being held back by the Pillars, the Demon Slayer Corps had already begun clearing the area and evacuating the humans from it.

However, no matter what, they absolutely could not evacuate all the humans in the city in one night; at most, they could only evacuate a certain area.

……

They shattered the flying blood crystals one by one with their Nichirin Blades, but this slowed them down.

Looking at the edge of the platform in the distance, and realizing that Muzan was about to escape from Yuuko's Blood Demon Art, Tanjiro gritted his teeth.

"This can't go on, Mr. Himejima! Please!"

Because of Muzan's obstruction, Tanjiro, who was originally running at the back, also had the opportunity to squeeze to the front, and with a leap, jumped forward.

He didn't explain much, because some tacit understandings are innate.

Himejima Gyomei's ears twitched sharply, and he immediately understood Tanjiro's thoughts. He suddenly stopped in front of him. Surprisingly, his huge body stopped abruptly, but instead of causing others to bump into him, they neatly moved aside and passed him to continue running forward.

This is the tacit understanding between swordsmen.

Soon, the others overtook Gyomei Himejima and Tanjiro.

Gyomei Himejima wasn't in a hurry. He caught Tanjiro who was coming from behind, spun around a few times, and then threw him into the air.

The fierce, cold wind lashed at Tanjiro's face, but Tanjiro was completely unaware of the danger. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the crowd gradually rise above the ground and get closer and closer to Muzan.

"Muzan! Don't even think about escaping!"

Upon hearing this voice, Muzan's face suddenly bulged with veins.

Damn it, you're so persistent.

The Demon Slayer Corps members are definitely not normal.

Muzan ignored the voice behind him, but the voice grew faster and faster, even accelerating faster than his own.

Muzan quickly turned around and looked. The nearest person was still about ten meters away from him, but he had clearly felt that the voice was closer to him.

The sound of clothes being tossed about and whistling past came from the air.

Muzan quickly looked up and saw Tanjiro raising his Nichirin Blade high, slashing downwards.

"What?!" Muzan was horrified, instantly feeling himself locked onto by Tanjiro's aura, with no way to escape.

The pitch-black Nichirin Blade was wreathed in raging flames as Tanjiro's figure appeared above Muzan, then plummeted downwards.

"Breath of the Sun, Form 10: Radiant Grace!!"

The blade emitted flames as intense as the sun as it spun downwards towards Muzan.