Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

"That night was their home turf."

Emiya didn't know if he would encounter such a demon again, but staying vigilant was never a bad idea. Even without demons, wild beasts were still a threat.

"At that time, the part of my head that I kicked out was probably the first to receive sunlight, which is why I was able to survive that situation."

Emiya also analyzed why he was able to survive.

If being exposed to direct sunlight could cause immediate death, that would certainly be extremely painful, and the sun was shining in from directly opposite the hotel entrance.

So his kick must have sent the ghost flying very close to the sunlight.

At that time, the ghost controlled its main will on the other half of its body, so it didn't notice that the other half of its head was about to be exposed to sunlight.

So the main consciousness's body died, and the secondary consciousness was like Bluetooth disconnected, without any movement. Not all demons are called Muzan; any remaining fragment can be reborn.

Otherwise, why can't those ghosts whose heads died in the sunlight but whose bodies are still in the dark be resurrected?

Daki was able to revive even when Tanjiro blasted her head so badly that only half of her mouth remained. Logically, if her head was blown into watermelon juice, she should also be able to revive from her neck.

Therefore, based on this deduction, apart from the threat of the sun, once consciousness is scattered, it should be true death for the ghost.

Chapter Ten: Traveling at Night Will Always Lead to Accidents

The pitch-black night should have been quiet and eerie, but the crows cawing incessantly above the trees, the rustling of leaves in the wind, and the moonlight being swallowed by the clouds all added a sense of commotion to the entire forest.

As if something was about to happen tonight, Emiya had already placed his hand on his waist, ready to face any unexpected situation.

Emiya has only scratched the surface of enhancement magic; even though he trains every day, it's practically the same as making no progress.

He still has no way to enhance living beings, so naturally he has no way to enhance his eyesight at night to make his vision clearer.

Although the darkness greatly limited Emiya's vision, it did not have a significant impact overall.

Perhaps due to his innate talent in archery, Emiya's eyesight is also more accurate than that of ordinary people, allowing him to see things around him clearly even at night.

This is why Emiya was able to determine that his vision was being interfered with when facing demons, and it is also the reason why Emiya is not afraid to walk at night.

Even without enhancing his eyesight, Emiya could easily observe places that ordinary people wouldn't notice.

"It's just a pity that I could have arrived earlier."

As Emiya walked along the path, he was still lamenting the deaths of those who had died at the inn. He had never met them, but they were still vibrant lives, and he couldn't bear to watch such a thing happen before his eyes.

So many people died helplessly at the hands of the demon, like fish on a chopping board. Emiya couldn't imagine how many more lives that demon had taken.

He felt both angry and helpless. He was able to survive the ghost not because of his own strength, but because of a series of coincidences that allowed him to narrowly escape defeat.

If the power of demons is so strong in this world, Emiya can only be willing but unable to do anything about it. However, if he were to encounter such a situation, Emiya would still risk his life to prevent such a bloody event from happening.

"Qiang!"

The clanging of metal against metal echoed through the silent forest, startling birds that had been resting in the trees into taking flight.

Emiya hoped he could reach the town the old man had mentioned safely, but he also knew that nighttime was when all the demons and monsters were active, and at this time of day, especially deep in the forest, something was bound to happen.

If nothing unexpected happens, it would simply become this: "One night passed, and Emiya arrived at the town the old man had mentioned as the sun rose."

"There's a fight going on!"

Upon hearing the sounds of fighting, Emiya certainly wouldn't sit idly by and wait to die, nor would he continue walking towards the town as if nothing had happened.

"So strong!"

The blades collided heavily, causing the impact to ripple outwards from the point of impact. The heavy slash made the boy's hand holding the katana tremble, almost causing it to slip from his grasp.

"Keep going! Keep going!"

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

They had already disappeared into the dark forest, where the sounds of weapons clashing violently erupted, and sparks flew outwards like raindrops, creating a dazzling spectacle.

At this moment, a boy dressed in black with a large "destroy" character written on his back struggled to fight a pale-skinned "person" in front of him, wielding a samurai sword.

However, it is also clear that something that has the appearance of a human but does not act like one is a ghost.

The ghost, like the boy, held a samurai sword and moved around him like a rapidly firing gun, attacking him from all sides without stopping.

He didn't care at all about his already somewhat twisted arm.

However, to a demon, a mere twist of the arm is nothing; it will recover in less than a breath.

It's just that the arm's twisted arc is so strange, probably for the purpose of a better attack.

Clearly, the boy could barely keep up with the ghost's attack speed. He had to keep his teeth clenched and his mind focused at all times, especially if his sword faltered even slightly while defending.

What awaited him was a simple severance. He had no interest in comparing the toughness of his body to that of a samurai sword. Many demons without special abilities couldn't withstand even the most ordinary samurai sword, let alone a normal human body like his.

Ghosts can survive being cut in two, but humans might not.

"Chance!"

"Wind Breathing Second Form Claw Claw - Koto Wind!"

Four claw-shaped wind blades rose from the ground in front of the boy, slashing towards his neck the instant the ghost raised its blade again.

The air itself made a hissing sound, a strike powerful enough to cut through a blade.

"Humph!"

But the ghost remained completely unfazed, uttering a disdainful sound.

"Pfft!"

The sound of flesh being cut echoed from the air.

Both arms flew into the air without any resistance.

He stood half-standing in front of the boy with a smile on his face, but the knife in his right hand had already slashed across the boy's right arm.

"Ughh ...

The screams of pain echoed throughout the forest, and blood gushed out mercilessly.

"I really don't want to run into your Demon Slayer Corps. The energy you can get is the same as that of an ordinary person, and you're hard to kill. It's a real waste of time."

The two arms that were flying in the air also fell down.

A left hand, and a right hand holding a knife.

"This knife is a problem."

As a demon without blood demon magic, he already had very little blood to receive from that person, and coupled with the slash from the sword containing the power of sunlight, he could not immediately regenerate his arm.

"hateful!"

The boy, who quickly covered his wound, cursed loudly as he retreated.

He is now like a fish on a chopping block, completely powerless to resist.

What's so scary about a Demon Slayer Corps member who has lost an arm and no swords? They're only slightly stronger than ordinary people.

But for ghosts, it's just a slightly troublesome ingredient.

"it's over!"

The ghost showed no mercy, stomping its foot on the ground and appearing in front of the boy in an instant.

"Qiang!"

A flash of silver light deflected the blade that was about to pierce the boy's heart.

"Finally—phew—we've arrived!"

Sounds usually travel far in quiet places, and with the unique echoes of the deep mountains, Emiya could only barely make out the direction from which the sound came.

His eyesight was indeed excellent; he found the exact location in the vast darkness and rushed over. However, his hearing was not as exceptional; he could only discern the approximate location.

The echoes of the clashing swords, combined with the obstruction of the surrounding trees, meant that even with all his might, Emiya could only barely reach the boy just as the demon was about to pierce his heart.

If it weren't for the boy's painful cries, Emiya might not have been able to pinpoint the correct location.

Chapter Eleven: Don't Let the Fight Stop

"Another one coming to die?"

The demon whose attack was blocked quickly retreated. At this moment, his left hand was still unable to break through the power of the breathing technique to recover. As a demon, he still needed to be cautious when facing the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Are you OK?"

Emiya stood in front of the boy and questioned him.

Regardless of the circumstances, losing an arm must mean something happened; it was just a habitual question from Emiya.

"You're not a member of the Demon Slayer Corps?"

Upon seeing Emiya's attire and the colorless katana in his hand, the boy realized that the red-haired boy who had saved his life was not a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Demon Slayer Corps?"

It should be an organization similar to the Magicians' Association.

Emiya thought to himself that although he had never met anyone from the Mage's Association, it didn't mean that he was unaware of such an organization.

When he was a child, he asked Kiritsugu what would happen to people with these special abilities in society, and whether they would be taken over by the government.

Kiritsugu had told him that there was an organization that specifically managed magicians, but under normal circumstances, unless there were major events, the Magicians' Association wouldn't really care about those wild magicians.

"Turns out he's just an ordinary person. That gave me quite a shock."

Although the boy had lowered his voice considerably, in the quiet forest, and given the demon's extraordinary hearing, it still heard the boy's conversation with Emiya.

The boy's face stiffened, but he didn't blame himself much. Even if the demon opposite him was wary of him because he was a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, he couldn't change the overall situation.

Are we just going to see the second member of the Demon Slayer Corps leave like this?

That demon was nothing more than a severely injured and long-starved demon deep within Mount Fujiki, and its strength was quite weak. A demon with a certain level of strength would definitely test it first, and that way it would be able to confirm that the red-haired boy in front of it was just an ordinary person who did not know breathing techniques.

"You should leave now. Give me the knife you have, and I can buy you some more time."

Although the boy was grateful to Emiya for suddenly appearing and saving his life, he knew that without Breathing Techniques and a Nichirin Blade, he had no chance of defeating a demon.