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

The day after tomorrow, Asakusa.

'The streets have developed like this! It's so brightly lit even though it's nighttime!'

"The building is so tall! What's that?! Are all cities like this?!"

Seeing Tanjiro's stunned expression, Ikuko silently took Nezuko's hand and walked to the side.

Even if I knew this country bumpkin, I would pretend I didn't.

just kidding.

For a family that has lived in the mountains for many years and makes a living by burning charcoal, coming to a big city like Asakusa inevitably brings a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi - mixed feelings of mixed emotions, including nostalgia and reflection).

Especially after experiencing the impact of modern science and culture, the city and the countryside are practically two different places.

Even Yuko, a time traveler who had been here for hundreds of years, was amazed at first glance.

To be honest, she couldn't remember anything about her past life, neither her name nor her experiences...

"Goo~"

An untimely voice sounded.

The two demons looked in the direction of the sound and saw Tanjiro clutching his stomach, looking embarrassed.

I'm hungry!

……

"Boss, one serving of yam oolong noodles."

“…Okay.” The bald boss looked at the three of them with a strange expression.

Three people, and they only order one bowl of noodles?

Yuko sat in the chair, legs crossed, arms propped up on her cheeks, glancing sideways at Nezuko beside her, who was nodding her head and dozing off.

So cute!

It's rare to see a ghost with such delicate features.

"Huh?" Yuko suddenly paused, and quickly reached out to support Nezuko, who was about to tip over.

Tanjiro watched this scene with a gentle expression.

"The noodles are ready."

"Ah, thank you." Tanjiro took the bowl of noodles from the vendor and instinctively asked Yuuko, "Miss Yuuko, what would you like...?"

He paused for a moment, then scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

Yuko leaned Nezuko on her shoulder and smiled silently.

Tanjiro blew on the surface of the broth, and after taking a sip of the soup, his relaxed expression suddenly changed.

This smell!

It's leftovers from home!

A different scent from Ms. Yuko's!

Tanjiro, holding a bowl of noodles, called out nervously to Ikuko, "Miss Ikuko! It's Muzan!"

"The scent of Muzan!"

Because her family was rescued, Nezuko's condition was not as serious as she had imagined, as Yuuko was the best proof of that, so Tanjiro did not lose his temper.

More powerful than her senses, Yuko's heart stirred slightly.

She still couldn't sense Muzan's presence; Tanjiro's nose... it's really amazing.

Yu Zi nodded slightly: "Follow them."

"Okay, I understand!" After receiving Yuko's affirmation, Tanjiro put down his bowl and ran out of the alley.

Yuko glanced back at Nezuko, who was fast asleep, and looked up at the boss, about to speak, when she saw the bald boss nervously approaching her.

"...Could you please keep an eye on this?"

"what?"

Before the boss could even react, Yu Zi had already flashed into the alley.

"Hey!!!"

Once on the street, Yuko followed the scent left by Tanjiro.

Tanjiro has successfully found Muzan and is now locked in a stalemate with him.

'It's a human!'

'The girls and women around me all smell human.'

'Don't they know? This guy is a demon, a man-eating demon.'

The woman beside Muzan looked at Tanjiro with suspicion: "Is he someone we know?"

Muzan, holding a human child in his arms, said coldly, "No, this is really troublesome. I've never seen this child before."

I encountered a boss right after leaving the starting village, but thankfully it was a complete scoundrel, a lowly rat.

Before becoming a QQ life form capable of overcoming sunlight, Muzan would never expose himself to the public.

Yuko's gaze swept over the passersby on both sides, and she spotted Tamayo and Yushiro in the crowd almost immediately.

The two ghosts were mingling in the crowd, watching this farce unfold.

Yuko couldn't help but break down, just like when you're looking everywhere for your phone and then find it's right there in your hand.

She almost turned Asakusa upside down!

Of all things to do, you two went shopping tonight!

On the other side, Muzan said flippantly, "Could it be that he mistook me for someone else?"

Woman: Is that so?

As a passerby walked by, Muzan's fingernails extended and, at a speed invisible to the naked eye, hurtled toward the back of the person's neck.

Almost without hesitation, just as the sharp claws were about to slash the back of the passerby's neck, Yuko stepped forward.

A black knife arrived in an instant, piercing horizontally.

Muzan instinctively looked along the blade towards its owner, his rose-red eyes suddenly narrowing.

Beneath the straw hat, a wisp of red hair peeked out, and it seemed I'd seen it somewhere before.

Ding!

A faint spark flashed by.

"What!" The flash of light and the sound startled the surrounding crowd.

Especially the passerby who almost got caught, instinctively felt a chill on the back of his neck and shrank back to look behind him.

A figure wearing a straw hat, concealing his face, stood in the middle of the road, holding a black samurai sword.

The trajectory of the knife seemed to be the same spot he had just walked.

The man touched his neck in alarm and quickly pulled his wife away.

"Killing! Killing!"

"This guy has a knife! Where are the police?!"

When the passersby saw Yuko holding a samurai sword, they screamed in panic.

The ban on knives has been in effect for decades, yet the knife-wielders still hide their faces and don't seem like good people. Anyone who sees this on the street will inevitably think the worst.

Seeing the crowd around him growing increasingly noisy, Muzan's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty. After giving Yuko a deep look, he left with the woman.

Although it wasn't what he expected, he decided to leave for now.

"No! Miss Yuko, no!" Tanjiro anxiously explained to everyone, "We're not bad people!"

He didn't see anything clearly, but something must have happened to force Miss Yuko to draw her knife.

He was too reckless!

Tanjiro explained, his face covered in sweat, but his words were so weak that they drew everyone's attention to the hilt of his sword beneath his haori.

"This kid is carrying a knife too! He's an accomplice! Get away from them!"

"Get back! Get back! What are you doing?!"

"Hey you over there, put down your knife!"

Watching Muzan's departing figure, Yuko sheathed her sword.

At least, she would never hesitate to help even a passerby who has no connection to the plot if she could.

Tanjiro, looking pale, explained to the police, "No, we're not..."

"Bewitching Blood: A Visual Dream of Fragrance".

What kind of scent is this?

Tanjiro paused.

Suddenly, several silk-like patterns floated into the arena.

"Wow, what's with this pattern?"

"I can't see anything at all!"

Tanjiro cautiously looked around. It was a Blood Demon Art!

"Miss Yuko!" Tanjiro placed his hand on the Nichirin Blade at his waist, his expression tense.

"fine."

Yuko nodded to the extremely nervous Tanjiro to reassure him, then turned back with a smile: "If you don't show up soon, you'll have to go to the police station to bail me out."

who is it?

Tanjiro looked ahead in surprise and saw two strange figures, a man and a woman, appear.

It's a ghost!

The smell of ghosts!