Demon Progenitor Development Project

Yoriichi Tsugikuni felt that he was living a very happy life.

In a mud house at the edge of a small village, a red-haired man held his one-and-a-half-year-old daughter, a peaceful smile on his lips.

Shi walked in carrying a basket of wild vegetables, looked at her handsome husband and her crying daughter, and exclaimed, "Yoriichi, give me Sakuya."

Yoriichi responded without saying much, and went to the fields with his farm tools.

Shi carried her daughter into the house.

They were just ordinary villagers, and the facilities in their house were also very basic: a newly made wooden bed, a table, and a wardrobe.

These were all the assets Yoriichi had accumulated after he married Shi.

However, there are many discordant elements within it.

The brightly colored dolls, the red patent leather rattle drum, and the brightly colored fabric clothes—these expensive items seemed out of place.

These were all gifts from my husband Yoriichi's friends.

Villagers like them who live away from home are essentially just farmers; their daily lives consist of farming and paying taxes.

Yoriichi was very skilled and could go into the mountains to hunt, so they could eat meat.

Since Yoriichi's friends arrived, their lives have improved. Shi took out the wild vegetables from her bosom and began to pick them.

To be honest, Shi is a little afraid of Yoriichi's friends.

Those friends were all armed with swords and wore matching uniforms.

They look a lot like... those samurai in the city.

No commoner is unafraid of samurai.

Samurai had swords and knives, and they killed civilians as easily as butchers slaughtering pigs, without paying any price.

That's why Shi stopped them from wanting Yoriichi to join them.

"Hmm, Mr. Yoriichi, with such great strength, please join the Demon Slayer Corps! You can save more people and keep more people from the harm of demons." The man with red and yellow hair and a face resembling an owl said in a cheerful voice.

The man looked at Yoriichi with excitement and reverence.

He had witnessed Yoriichi's power; a demon that required the combined efforts of many to subdue was something Yoriichi could only dream of...

It was just one cut.

Any samurai who has witnessed such a strike will regard the wielder as a god in the art of swordsmanship.

Although the deity used a rather dull wood-chopping knife.

Sitting on the wooden bed, Yuan looked towards the door and shook his head.

Shi, standing outside the door in a blind spot for those inside, clenched her hands tightly without making a sound.

Shi didn't want to lose Yoriichi; she felt uneasy and fearful about it.

Shi knew that Yoriichi possessed eyes that could see through everything, and that's why he rejected the man named Rengoku Teruichirou.

"Alright." Rengoku Kouichirou was somewhat disappointed, but he didn't say anything more. "Please teach us your swordsmanship..."

The poem understands one thing from beginning to end.

Yoriichi was definitely not an ordinary person like him who toiled in the mud for food.

I knew about the poem from the very first meeting.

Not everyone can walk alone outside in the body of a young child and remain unharmed.

Moreover, the fabric of Yoriichi's clothes at that time felt smooth and comfortable to the touch. It was a fine fabric that Shi had never seen before, a fabric that only nobles could afford, Shi speculated.

So Shi decisively clung to Yoriichi's coattails, secretly using the little food left in her home to treat him, and later they got married.

Poetry was a clever and shrewd girl, even though she was a peasant woman with limited knowledge.

"Shrewd," a word often used to describe businessmen, is actually a stereotype.

Being shrewd means having a clear understanding of one's own gains and losses, and getting the most out of the least cost.

Through her insignificant efforts, Shi won over Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

Even without her, Yoriichi could have lived a good life, and even achieved great success and fame.

Her existence is merely a limitation.

Shi's greatest fear and worry was that Yoriichi would leave her.

She wasn't considered pretty, and women who worked hard all year round didn't have time to take care of themselves. What would she do if Yoriichi met a woman who was prettier and gentler than her after he went out?

What terrifies him even more is everything that the surname "Tsugikuni" represents. Shi knows Yoriichi's surname and that Yoriichi is a nobleman.

What if one day the other's family, like Yoriichi's brother whom he always talks about, comes looking for him? Would they accept a nobleman marrying a commoner?

"So I'm sorry, Yoriichi..." The woman's soft murmur echoed in the room.

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Yoriichi Tsugikuni is satisfied with his current life and has no intention of changing it, nor does he want to join the Demon Slayer Corps.

Members of the Demon Slayer Corps are constantly on the move and have little time to take care of their families.

Yoriichi was worried about leaving his wife and daughter at home.

If Shi doesn't want him to leave, then let him stay.

Tsugikuni Yoriichi thought so too.

He had no interest in things that ordinary people crave, such as money, power, and status.

If he truly desired it, he wouldn't have left the country on the eve of being designated as the heir.

Aside from a set of clothes, earrings left by his mother, and a flute made by his brother, Yoriichi took nothing with him.

He even abandoned the surname of the Tsugukyu. (PS: In ancient times, surnames were the privilege of nobles. Commoners did not have surnames. It was only in modern times that commoners were given surnames under forced government orders. Because commoners did not pay attention to the rules when choosing surnames, so many strange surnames have emerged, such as my grandson's surname and Inukai's surname.)

From that moment on, Yoriichi Tsugikuni was just Yoriichi.

Yoriichi is very grateful for the poem.

She thought poetry was wonderful, and she would feel joy and excitement when he did certain things; he would express his emotions very directly.

It was the other person who gave him a home when he was all alone, and they even had a lovely child.

Ji Guoyuan never asks for much.

A home is a place where he has people he loves and people who love him.

Just like his successor country before he was ten years old.

In that small, three-tiered room, there was his loving mother and his brother who would tell him that he would come to him whenever he played the flute.

So when his father announced that he would be chosen as the successor, Yoriichi ran away because he didn't want to hurt his brother.

Yoriichi felt that his life was good now, and he had realized his dream.

I'm sure my brother will also be able to realize his dream of becoming the nation's most powerful warrior.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni thought his older brother was very powerful; at least among all the Demon Slayer Corps members he had ever met, none could compare to his brother.

Having witnessed the existence of demons firsthand, Yoriichi had no objections to being taught the Demon Slayer Corps' breathing techniques. His mother's teachings had instilled in Yoriichi a generally benevolent personality.

But the poems didn't like them very much.

Yoriichi then stopped allowing the Demon Slayer Corps members to come so often.

The Demon Slayer Corps often sends them daily necessities, especially children's toys and women's products.

It was said to be for professorship fees.

Yoriichi didn't refuse; he did indeed need these things.