Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Resigned, Kiyokawa Izumi opened his mouth. The moment the medicine entered his mouth, the bitter taste struck his very soul, causing his brows to furrow tightly.

"We can't waste it!"

The girl's voice was still so gentle, but Kiyokawa Izumi felt like she was being teased.

I forced myself to drink all the medicine while suppressing the urge to vomit. I lay on the bed feeling like I had lost my soul.

"Is it too bitter? Would you like some honey added?"

Kiyokawa Izumi looked at her with a smile in her eyes and remained silent.

I want a soda!

I want a Coke!

I want to eat hamburgers and fried chicken!

The sound of muttering to herself began; Kiyokawa Izumi was truly at her wit's end with her current life.

Without cell phones, there are no novels to read, no videos to watch, and the games we want to play will probably have to wait for over a hundred years.

Kiyokawa Izumi exhaled a breath of stale air. Instead of staring at the person next to him like a pervert, he appeared somewhat indifferent.

It's not that I have any problem with this person.

Feeding him medicine might have been partly a prank.

But this quirky sense of humor only makes her more adorable.

Kiyokawa Izumi fears forming connections with people and developing unnecessary emotions.

Perhaps it's friendship, perhaps it's love, or perhaps it's something else entirely.

Once he possesses these, can he truly stand by and watch them step onto the destined battlefield and face their destined end?

Travelers who are detached from the world are actually unwilling to participate in these things.

The Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen have their own hatred and responsibilities, but he doesn't.

There was no anger and hatred from seeing loved ones die at the hands of evil spirits, no happy families destroyed.

He knew that the existence of evil spirits was a mistake, and that evil spirits ate people, and that many, many people would be killed and eaten.

But in the end, what does all of this have to do with him?

He was not born and raised in this world.

He himself does not have the sunny, cheerful, and helpful personality of the protagonist Tanjiro.

In a narrow sense, it is somewhat selfish.

But that's normal.

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person with a few ulterior motives.

"This is a Demon Slayer Corps uniform made specifically for you. Your sword will probably arrive in about seven days."

Shinobu Kocho placed the brand-new team uniform by the bedside, her gaze still fixed on him.

The main problem is that this person kept spacing out, looking a bit dim-witted and somewhat dull.

If Kiyokawa Izumi knew that this person was evaluating him in this way, he would definitely refute her fiercely.

Not very smart?

joke!

As a time traveler, he knows far too much!

"Mr. Izumi?"

A small, fair hand waved gently in front of him. Kiyokawa Izumi snapped out of his daze and saw the girl staring at him from the side, which made him feel strange.

"Why...why are you looking at me like that?"

Considering that this person was, after all, the Insect Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, his tone became respectful.

Shinobu's forehead veins throbbed slightly, but her tone remained unchanged, still as gentle as ever.

"Would you like something to eat? After all, you've slept for a whole day and night."

"A day and a night?"

"Yes, you had a fever when we found out."

"..."

Kiyokawa Izumi gently rubbed her temples—she shouldn't have done anything impolite back then, right?

"Would you like something to eat?"

Shinobu Kocho once again felt that this person was a bit not very smart, and could only repeat herself.

"I want a hamburger..."

Kiyokawa Izumi unintentionally revealed his true feelings.

"What?"

"It's nothing, anything is fine with me, I'm not picky!"

"?"

Shinobu Kocho looked at him with a strange expression.

"There probably aren't any hamburgers these days, right? The popular options are probably Western foods like fried pork cutlets, curry rice, and croquettes."

The KFC I've been longing for will probably be gone for another fifty years.

Thinking of this, Kiyokawa Izumi lost interest and had no desire to continue talking with Kocho Shinobu. She lay down on the bed and pretended to be asleep.

……

The food was delivered by a little girl. Kiyokawa Izumi didn't remember her name, but she vaguely remembered that there were two other girls who looked similar to her, and they were known as the Butterfly Mansion Trio.

He doesn't really care about these things right now; he's just incredibly hungry.

The food that was delivered was nothing special; there were none of the hamburgers, fried chicken, or hot pot I had imagined.

A simple rice ball, a bowl of miso soup, a small fish, and a dish of pickles.

It's that simple.

Extremely hungry, Kiyokawa Izumi didn't care about the taste; she picked up a rice ball and stuffed it into her mouth.

one,

two,

Three.

Even though I've eaten a lot, I still feel empty inside.

Kiyokawa Izumi also understood the principle that one should not eat too much when hungry for a long time, so he did not overeat and ate in moderation.

After finishing my meal, I couldn't help but fall into deep thought as I looked at the team uniforms laid out by the bed.

How should I bring it up?

"Sigh, shouldn't I bring this up with the lord in person? But I can't even see him!"

"Shinobu Kocho is a Pillar after all; finding her should be helpful, right?"

"No, this one isn't as gentle as she looks!"

Kiyokawa Izumi tugged at his hair in distress.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering how I can just coast along here and wait to die?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kiyokawa Izumi's expression froze.

A familiar voice, a familiar smile—Kiyokawa Izumi explained calmly.

"Ahem, I wasn't talking about the Butterfly Mansion... I'm not that kind of person."

He was thinking about how to live a life of leisure, just waiting to die in this world.

But what he said was ambiguous.

It could be mistaken for the Butterfly Mansion.

It wouldn't have been a problem to say that, but it was a bit awkward when the owner of the Butterfly Mansion overheard it.