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

"You really are hardworking to come down the mountain on a day like this."

"Be careful not to catch a cold."

The old woman sweeping snow in front of the house greeted him with concern.

"It's fine in this weather. Do you need to buy some charcoal?" The boy with a scar on his forehead exhaled white breath. "Do you have enough charcoal at home?"

The door to a house by the roadside opened, and a middle-aged man inside greeted him, "Hey Tanjiro, I need to buy some charcoal. Thank you for helping me paste the paper door the other day."

"I want to buy charcoal too!" a passerby nearby called out.

A smile involuntarily appeared on Tanjiro's face.

"Ah~ Tanjiro, you've come at just the right time!" The door to the side was ripped open, and a young man with blood on his mouth and nose appeared in the doorway, holding something in a cloth in his hand. Behind him, a woman grabbed him by the back of his collar with an unfriendly look.

"I've been mistaken for the criminal who broke the plate! Please help me! Help me smell it!" He broke free from the woman and staggered toward Tanjiro, opening the cloth in his hand to reveal the broken plate inside.

Tanjiro lowered his head and sniffed. "It smells like a cat."

The woman covered her mouth: "Oh dear, it was the cat that caused this trouble..."

The young man instantly gained confidence: "See! I told you I didn't do it!"

"Tanjiro, can you come and help me move some things?" A middle-aged man with several boxes piled up next to him waved his hand.

Tanjiro's arrival seemed to bring the whole street to life, which is enough to prove how popular this boy is.

At the end of the road, in a large mansion, a pair of wine-red double pupils were closely watching from the attic.

It's today.

Right.

Yuko's fingers, holding the small notebook, unconsciously clenched one corner.

She had forgotten this scene, but before she forgot it, she wrote it down, especially the incident that highlighted Tanjiro's keen sense of smell.

After Tanjuro's death, Tanjiro, the eldest son in the family, took on the responsibility of supporting half the family with his small body, and would go down the mountain to sell charcoal every now and then.

This wasn't the first time Yuko had seen him. Because of Tanjiro's kindness and his frequent help to everyone, the townspeople trusted and liked this charcoal-selling boy very much.

Tanjiro smiled as he helped everyone and successfully sold the charcoal in his basket.

He carried the basket on his back and walked forward. When he passed the big mansion, he couldn't help but pause.

But he quickly continued walking into the distance.

"Forget it, with a house this big, we probably don't need charcoal at all."

Moreover, he always felt that this room was strange. Every time he passed by, it was as if something was watching him through the crack in the door, which made him feel a chill down his spine.

Tanjiro couldn't help but quicken his pace.

crunch~

The gate, which hadn't been opened for almost two years, let out a mournful cry after Tanjiro had walked away.

A splash of color, out of place for this season, peeked out from behind the door. This was the first time in hundreds of years that Yuko had appeared in the outside world without any makeup. Her wine-red hair stood out starkly against the surrounding snow-covered landscape.

Those peculiar eyes watched Tanjiro's departing figure.

pat~

The snow on the eaves fell onto Yuko's head as the door opened, making her skull feel icy cold.

After a moment of silence, Yuko lowered her head to brush the snow off her head, obediently put on her straw hat, wrapped a white cloth around her face, gently closed the door, and walked in the direction Tanjiro had come from.

Today, Muzan will come to this mountain.

She needs to temporarily relocate Tanjiro's family.

It was a perfect time of day, early morning, and the streets were bustling with people, all stopping by the roadside to cast curious glances at the center, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Yuko subtly pulled down her raincoat to prevent the Nichirin Blade at her waist from being exposed.

After she left, the play button was quietly turned on.

"Hey, that person just now looked like..."

"Yes, it's that young lady!"

Why did she go out?

"Judging from this direction, it looks like we're heading into the mountains."

"No way, such a heavy snowstorm."

"Didn't Tanjiro also brave the wind and snow to go down the mountain to sell charcoal?"

"Huh? How can that kind of girl compare to Tanjiro..."

Yuko didn't hear the subsequent whispers.

She followed the mountain path to Tanjiro's house, where a boy and a girl were playing in the snow.

Nezuko, sitting on the veranda with a toddler with a bob haircut on her back, watched the two running around in the snow and couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't go too far, or you'll catch a cold."

As she spoke, her gaze inadvertently fell upon the figure behind the tree.

"Hanako, Shigeru!" Nezuko instinctively stood up and called out to the two of them, then quickly walked over herself.

They probably think of her as a suspicious person.

As Yuko thought to herself, she stepped out from behind the tree and walked toward the crowd, removing her straw hat and the white cloth wrapped around her face.

When Yuko stepped forward, Nezuko nervously shielded her younger siblings behind her, but she relaxed completely after Yuko removed her straw hat and the white cloth covering her face.

Seeing her older sister staring blankly behind her, Kamado Hanako looked back in confusion.

The next moment, her eyes widened slightly.

"What a beautiful sister."

Kamado Shigeru also turned around, revealing the same expression.

Yu Zi pursed her lips slightly and smiled, saying, "Hello."

Nezuko withdrew her gaze from those strange eyes and nodded slightly: "Hello."

It has to be said that this world is all about looks.

When you have a kind and friendly face, others cannot associate you with bad people.

Nezuko asked, "Excuse me, are you lost in the mountains?"

Yuko shook her head and asked kindly, "Is your mother...at home?"

Nezuko was slightly taken aback; she didn't remember having such a beautiful relative in her family.

While she was still in a daze, the two innocent children had already run into the house, calling out to each other.

"Mom, we have guests!"

A short while later, a mature woman wearing a purple pine-patterned kimono and a white square-necked long coat appeared at the door.

Palm branches by the stove.

Tanjiro and Nezuko's mother has purple eyes, a beauty mark on the corner of her mouth, and a white headscarf. She looks very gentle and has a maternal glow.

Kamado Aoi saw Ikuko outside, wiped her hands on her clothes, and went over to her.

"Hello."

While greeting her, Kamado Aoi was also sizing up Ikuko.

They are people I've never met before.

The unusual red markings on her cheeks didn't detract from her beauty; instead, they added to her allure.

Such a beautiful person, with such unique eyes, she would definitely remember them if she had seen them before.

"Greetings, Madam. It may be impolite of me, but I am a demon slayer." Yuko nodded slightly, revealing the Nichirin Blade at her waist, its hilt wrapped in white cloth.

The moment Yuko saw the knife, she could feel the other person's heart tighten.

In this era, not just anyone can carry a sword.

The ban on swords has been in effect for decades.

Yu Zi concealed the long sword at her waist and continued, "I have received news that a powerful evil spirit will attack this place at night, so I would like to ask you to take the children down the mountain for temporary refuge."

A normal person would think that the other person was talking nonsense when they heard such a thing.

Putting aside the fact that the other party wasn't even a police officer or other official, the reason given for seeking refuge was quite perplexing.

Evil ghost?

Isn't that a folk tale?