Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

The unfortunate thing is that different choices lead to different developments. If one had chosen a swordsmanship system, whether it was the so-called Konoha style or a family-inherited swordsmanship, their strength at the time probably wouldn't have changed significantly.

Even if it wasn't made into a work of art by the jade pot, it would still be beaten to death by the third brother with a flurry of punches later.

With the help of the hidden one, Kiyokawa Izumi, who left the swordsmith village, soon met Muichiro.

"We seem to have met before? Where was it again?"

The boy had long, black-green gradient hair and wore an oversized Demon Slayer Corps uniform. He looked at Kiyokawa Izumi, who appeared in front of him, with a blank expression. He felt that the person in front of him was so familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

The raven on the shoulder, with an arrogant expression, glanced sideways at Kiyokawa Izumi and couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

"You're so slow! We've been waiting for you for ages!"

Kiyokawa Izumi glanced at it, then silently looked at her own kasugata crow—the difference was truly obvious in comparison!

It's not that I think my little one is a bit slow or can't speak properly.

Even Muichiro's kasuri crows know to speak up for their master.

My friend, what about you?

He was either bribed by Aoi or by Shinobu Kocho.

Although you do eat their food and use their things, your most respectable master and your closest comrade-in-arms is me!

How can you be bought off by a little favor?

So what if I occasionally forget to feed you?

It wasn't intentional!

I'm too lazy to complain about my own dog. It's always been good at getting free food and drinks, and it's noticeably fatter than when we first met.

"Let's go. The news says two team members are missing, and it's suspected that the Twelve Demon Moons have appeared. Let's investigate."

Kiyokawa Izumi didn't introduce himself either, since he wouldn't remember him anyway, so he'd introduce himself later.

"Hey! Watch your attitude! Even if you're a Pillar too, you can't just order Muichiro around like that!"

"Our Muichiro is not like you!"

Perhaps because of his overly casual attitude, a proud and grumpy raven cried out in dissatisfaction.

What he said was truly difficult to understand.

"Yes, yes, I'll definitely pay attention next time!"

Kiyokawa Izumi continued evasively, saying it wasn't worth arguing with a little kid.

There's not much to say about the mission; it's simply about finding and killing a powerful demon—possibly a new Lower Moon—and that's how the mission is completed.

……

Two days later,

The three little ones, who rarely go out, encountered a huge problem.

"The Demon Slayer Corps?"

A muffled sound followed, and the Lower Moon and the number 6 were clearly etched on the scarlet pupils.

As a newly promoted demon, its strength is indeed far less than that of the defeated Lei, but it is still a great threat to the three little ones.

Like a clay statue of a god that has been washed away by a rainstorm, its massive body, nearly three meters tall, exudes a great sense of oppression. As it slowly moves, foul-smelling mud gushes out, a mixture of bluish-black silt, withered branches, and broken stones.

Zenitsu, who had been frightened into fainting, once again entered a semi-conscious state, and at this moment, he was surprisingly reliable.

"Thunder Breathing: Complete Focus!"

"First Form: Thunderclap Flash!"

A sound like a thunderous roar exploded in his ears. Zenitsu's speed was so fast that even the demons couldn't see it clearly. He swung his sword fiercely, but unfortunately, it was useless.

The force was inexplicably absorbed, and the attack was silently neutralized—was it because his whole body was covered in mud?

Left with no other choice, Zenitsu could only distance himself.

"Pigs swooping in!"

The pig, who wasn't very good at thinking, didn't use its few brain cells. It just kept swinging its two swords, splashing mud everywhere, but it still couldn't cut off the demon's neck.

The silt covering the surface was too annoying.

This made the pig even more irritable.

"Don't be impulsive, Inosuke!"

Tanjiro, the most reliable one, observed and pondered – what should be done? Although the demons were not fast, their attacks were ineffective.

"Beans!"

The wooden box was suddenly opened, and a tiny little dog named Midouzi appeared, carrying a bamboo tube in its mouth.

Looking at the demon before him, he then looked at Tanjiro.

As if she understood something, her childlike body grew at a visible speed, and in the blink of an eye, she had grown into the appearance of a young girl.

An extremely powerful punch landed squarely on the demon's forehead.

Unfortunately, it was still useless!

"Blood Demon Art: Miasma Prison!"

The foul-smelling mud continued to overflow, covering the surrounding area and significantly affecting it, making the muddy ground soft and moist.

"Be careful!"

Before he could even retreat, Inosuke's legs were grabbed tightly by more than a dozen arms made of mud.

With a desperate tug, it seemed as if they wanted to drag him into an unfathomable quagmire.

If you can't stand firmly, you can't exert any force, and it's even harder to break free from the mud's pull.

"A lightning flash!"

Zenitsu frowned slightly as he glanced at him for a fleeting moment.

Although these arms are extremely easy to sever, they can also regenerate quickly. If he wasn't careful, his left foot was also grabbed, like the arms of a drowning person, filled with resentment and bitterness, trying to drag him down with them.