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

Yuko asked, "Did you see it with your own eyes?"

The two brothers looked at each other, a little embarrassed. "No, but it's all over town, so it must be true."

Ikuko: "..."

"I just heard you say that three people died. Are you referring to the three people who died at that Shinto-ryu martial arts school?"

The two waved their hands, saying, "No, no, five or six died!"

"?"

"Three of the curators are dead! And there are two apprentices who look like they've been killed."

It's clear that these two were just repeating hearsay.

However, the general direction is still correct.

Asking questions is a means of gathering information. Information that may be of little use to one person may be of great use to another.

Three curators...

Yu Zi's mind darkened slightly: "Does that mean other martial arts school owners were also victims?"

"Yes! It's only been a few days, and all three martial arts school directors in the city are dead."

Another person added, "Four days."

Basically, one person dies every day.

"Did all the deaths occur at night?"

As soon as Yu Zi asked this question, the two of them looked at her as if she were an idiot.

But since he was their sugar daddy, neither of them dared to actually say it.

"They were all killed at night, and all of them were killed in the training grounds of the dojo."

"Everyone says that ghost was a battle maniac in his previous life."

That somewhat matches... her perception of a "chicken-nest" personality.

Her understanding of Chicken Coop was entirely based on the edited footage of Flame Pillar: pink buzz cut, blue-black tattoos, bare hands and feet, exuding the aura of a practical martial artist.

It was only after living here for hundreds of years that she understood that the tattoo was actually a symbol of a sinner, representing what crime he must have committed in his life.

"Any witnesses?"

The two brothers looked at each other blankly.

Okay, let's just assume she asked for nothing.

Just as Yuko was about to get up and leave, one of them asked his companion uncertainly.

"It seems that the daughter of the Shinto-ryu Kendo Dojo master is still alive?"

"Yes, yes, yes! The curator's daughter is still alive!"

"That girl is absolutely stunning!"

Yuko raised her hand to interrupt without saying a word: "Which way does the Shinto-ryu Dojo go?"

"Over there." The two of them pointed to the side in unison.

Yuko took a deep breath: "Thank you."

loss.

Even though she doesn't need the money, she still feels like she's lost out.

Following the direction the two pointed, Yuko inquired her way to the entrance of the Shinto-ryu martial arts school.

Passersby who were questioned by her were all wary of her and didn't want to say anything more to her. The slightly better ones would just give her directions.

The entrance to the Shinto-ryu martial arts school was wide open, completely empty, and not a single person could be seen.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and Yuko followed the smell to the dojo's training ground.

Before she even got close, she could hear faint sounds coming from the training ground.

After hesitating for a moment, Yuko stepped inside.

In the spacious area, a petite figure was half-squatting on the ground wiping something.

Yu Zi glanced around. The deep red blood had just congealed and was spilled in large swaths, resembling a slaughterhouse. The floor was cracked in several places, creating deep pits.

Clearly, a fierce battle took place here yesterday.

Unless one intentionally dismembers the body, it is absolutely impossible to achieve this level of blood volume over such an area.

But this destruction... doesn't seem like a one-sided massacre.

It was a bloodbath.

Only a battle between the two sides could produce such a large commotion.

Noticing the movement behind her, the petite figure turned around.

A girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old looked at Yuko expressionlessly, her eyes filled with sadness.

Yuko stepped into the dojo: "Hello."

She had barely finished calling out when the girl silently turned back and continued wiping the floor.

Yuko slowly walked up to her.

"Although it's very unreasonable to ask that..."

"Excuse me, have you seen the face of that evil spirit?"

Under Yuko's gaze, the girl took a deep breath, but then exhaled heavily through her nose, continuing to wipe the floor with her head down.

This means that she was angry, but she suppressed her anger and did not choose to unleash this malice upon her.

The girl's voice, neither pleased nor angry, rang out, "So what if I saw it?"

So what if you didn't see it?

"Can you help me get revenge?"

Yu Zi stared at the girl's body with her wine-red double pupils: "Pink buzz cut, sinner tattoo."

The girl's heart skipped a beat.

Yu Zi's eyes narrowed slightly; she actually knew.

This girl wasn't strong. Although it was clear that she had probably learned some self-defense techniques, there was no doubt that she couldn't defeat a man of normal build, let alone dodge the demon's attacks.

"You know him?!" The girl suddenly looked up, grabbed Yuko's collar with both hands, tears streaming down her face, but her anger was uncontrollable.

"Where! Where is that monster?!"

Yu Zi's wine-red double pupils came into view, and the girl was stunned for a moment.

Yu Zi slowly pressed down her hands and replied with the same words she had just used: "So what if you know?"

"Can you kill him?"

The girl's tense body slowly relaxed.

Yeah, so what if we knew?

That heart, which had just been pounding with passion, suddenly fell silent again.

The girl abruptly said, "You're not from the Demon Slayer Corps, are you?"

"They came looking for you?"

"Ah."

"No."

……

"Aren't you going to ask them what they asked?"

"They are no match for that demon; even if they find it, they cannot stop it."

"how about you?"

"I can."

The girl looked at him with hopeful eyes, her lips moved slightly, and she composed herself before beginning to speak.

“When the other two museum directors were killed, I already had the idea of ​​having my father leave.”

"But he didn't listen to me."

Yuko narrowed her eyes slightly: "So, he waited for the other person here on his own initiative yesterday?"

The girl sobbed softly, "Yes, he thinks it's just someone playing tricks."

"You were there too?"

“My father originally intended for me to stay at my aunt’s house, but I got worried and ran back in the middle of the night.”

"What do you see?"

“Father is fighting that evil spirit…” The girl’s face was a little pale. “The arm that Father cut off has healed in an instant.”

The fact that he could injure an Upper Moon Three demon shows that even if the demon wasn't serious, the curator must have some skill.

“That evil spirit saw you,” Yuko said without hesitation.

Since the girl was able to detect the other person, there's no reason why the other person wouldn't be able to sense it.

Unlike a 'mage' like Doma, Chicken King is probably a battle maniac who craves combat, so there's no reason why he wouldn't have noticed.

"Yes, he saw me."

"But you're not dead."

The girl's tears washed away the bloodstains on the floor. Her voice choked with sobs as she said, "I was so scared that I knelt at the door. I couldn't stand up until he left. I could only watch helplessly as he ate my father."