Demon Progenitor Development Project

Ginjiro was lost in his memories.

He was also born on Flower Street and did not know who his parents were.

Fortunately, he was good-looking; unfortunately, he was also quite handsome.

There are always some nobles who admire the ways of the world and enjoy his taste.

Ginjiro was unhappy, so he ran away and became a member of a small gang of thieves in the red-light district.

He changed his name and covered himself in mud to hide his covetous gaze.

Naturally agile, he had a high success rate in theft, and with his quick wit, he gradually became the leader of a theft gang.

If it weren't for encountering a ghost lurking in the red-light district looking for food...

Ginjiro might continue living like this, making a living by stealing as a child and becoming a casino thug and debt collector as an adult.

Ginjiro narrowed his eyes slightly and followed the flow of people to the most popular brothel in the area.

With practiced ease, Ginjiro tossed down a Koshu gold coin (a gold and silver coin minted by a daimyo), and then began to flirt with several courtesans, drinking sake and chatting with them.

As a traveling merchant, Ginjiro recounts his experiences in various places while subtly inquiring about recent events in Nara Castle.

“Nara Castle has changed a lot. There weren’t this many samurai when I came last time,” Ginjiro said, his face flushed.

A round-faced courtesan with white powder on her face said with concern, "Recently, many people have gone missing in Nara Castle, and they are all men. Gin-kun, you must be careful."

Missing?

Ginjiro, pretending to be drunk, had a sudden thought.

Could there be other ghosts in Nara Castle?

It's a pillar, after all; it shouldn't be pulled down like this, right?

Or is it that a ghost has come to claim the territory?

Ginjiro remained outwardly calm, but his mind was racing with thoughts as he continued to gather information.

When the topic of the flower houses still under renovation came up, the courtesans stopped talking about them.

After several rounds of back and forth, and realizing that he couldn't extract any more information, Ginjiro chose one of the courtesans to spend the night upstairs.

Upon entering the room, Ginjiro knocked the prostitute unconscious, threw her onto the bed, and began shouting in a fake voice, pretending to be doing the deed.

After waiting for a while, Ginjiro covered the courtesan with a blanket and went to the window.

Ginjiro's kimono was black to begin with. He opened the window, and with a light step, he leaped out and disappeared into the boundless night.

As soon as he stepped outside, Ginjiro would deliberately search inconspicuous places like corners.

Upon seeing a small figure, Ginjiro quickly jumped down and stopped the child.

"I have something to ask you."

Street children and prostitutes are the most well-informed.

People living at the bottom of society are always very perceptive, like ants running away before an earthquake strikes.

Ginjiro took out a few coins from his sleeve and waved them in front of the child.

The child looked at Ginjiro warily, without saying a word.

Ginjiro simply tossed out a coin.

Since the funds are provided by the Demon Slayer Corps anyway, they don't feel bad about spending public money.

The child, flustered, quickly caught the money, his face relaxing slightly.

"What's been happening in Nara Castle lately? And what about the major events that happened in the brothel district?" Ginjiro asked.

Without hesitation, the child revealed the information that Ginjiro wanted.

"Most of the recent disappearances occurred at night, and they were all men. Moreover, these men often frequented the red-light district or were gambling addicts..."

"A monster attacked the red-light district before, and a group of samurai dressed in black dealt with it. However, those samurai later died in a nearby tower, and their bodies were taken away by the city lord..."

Ginjiro listened silently, then tossed the remaining coins to the other person and slipped away.

Seeing Ginjiro leave, the child put away his money bag and quickly darted into the alley, disappearing without a trace.

Ginjiro then asked several more homeless children, and with this method of spending money, the results were naturally considerable. He then summarized and compared the information.

get conclusion:

There are still demons lurking in Nara Castle.

To ascertain information about the progenitor of demons, it would be necessary to contact the officials of Nara Castle.

After the riots that day, so many itinerant merchants left that it was impossible to distinguish them.

Let's deal with gathering intelligence and killing demons later.

Killing ghosts wasn't part of his mission this time.

Ginjiro clearly distinguishes between primary and secondary matters.

After gathering intelligence, dawn broke.

Time is running out.

Ginjiro returned to his room at the flower shop, gave the courtesan some money to keep her quiet, and then lay down on the bed to rest with his eyes closed.

*

While Ginjiro was busy gathering intelligence, Nakime was not idle either.

On a dark and windy night, when all was quiet, a figure quietly appeared in a narrow and dimly lit alley.

A woman with long hair covering her face is stuffing an unconscious man into a cloth bag.

The female ghost, who had not yet been given the name "Narukome," walked lightly out of the city carrying a cloth bag.

That night, Nakime, whose life had undergone a dramatic change, gradually came to understand everything and adapted to life as a demon.

Nakime had to admit that being a demon was much happier than being a human.

She no longer has to worry about men taking advantage of her, nor does she have to endure men's disgusting gazes.

After her husband disappeared, she dealt with the thugs who repeatedly harassed her, and managed to fill her stomach.

Hates men?

Then let's just kill them!

These days are simply paradise for Nakime!

Nakime was still very cautious when hunting every day. Before becoming a demon, Nakime was already a skilled murderer. Every time she ate, she would take the person out of the city to eat.

Skillfully avoiding the guards, Nakime quietly left the city and arrived in the deep mountains and forests.

Nakime threw the man out and rummaged through him.

This man was almost penniless; it was obvious that he had been ripped off by prostitutes.

After stripping off her clothes, Nakime coldly tore them to pieces and buried them in a hole on the spot, thus eliminating the clues.

Only then did he leisurely begin to eat.

Nakime was very frugal; she practically ate people up completely, leaving only unwanted skin, hair, and some broken bones.

After finishing her meal, Nakime changed out of her dirty clothes and took out another set of clothes from her small bundle to change into.

As for the leftovers, the wild animals in the mountains will take care of them for her.

After finishing her meal, Nakime relaxed and began to stroll back to the city, taking a walk to digest her food.

As she walked along the deserted path, Nakime pondered the recent situation in Nara Castle.

Since she became a ghost, she has eaten nearly a hundred people.

The increasing number of missing men has begun to affect business on Red Street, and the city has started to increase security.

Nakime heard rumors that there were plans to impose a curfew.

My appetite has been increasing lately, so I need to find a way to shift my food intake.

Narumi thought that the surrounding villages were an option.

Nakime had a vague feeling that if she ate a few dozen more people, she would probably be able to awaken the Blood Demon Art.

We'll figure out a way to relocate then.

Nakime returned home quietly.