Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Sudden rain lashed the rice paddies, floodwaters overflowed the ridges, and thunderous lightning cleaved through the clouds.

Walking briskly along the muddy country road, Kiyokawa Izumi, wearing a straw raincoat, didn't complain at all.

It's just raining.

This mission was nothing special, except that evil spirits attacked people, and multiple victims appeared in a short period of time.

Upon noticing this, the Demon Slayer Corps immediately dispatched demon-slaying swordsmen to subdue the demon.

There was more than one selected team member.

The reason is simple: in a short period of time, multiple victims were involved, and there was a possibility that there were multiple evil spirits.

"Wait a moment!"

Faint sounds could be heard in the distance. Kiyokawa Izumi's hearing was quite good. He stopped and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, adopting a vigilant posture.

He only relaxed a little after the person approached.

"Who are you?"

"hidden!"

The man, whose face was obscured, was wearing a straw raincoat and a special uniform for the Invisible Man. Upon seeing him, he quickly spoke.

"You're a full member of the Demon Slayer Corps, right? The two members who arrived first have already gone into the mountains. They asked me to inform you to meet at the dilapidated temple in the mountains. The demons that attack ordinary people are very likely there."

"What?"

Kiyokawa Izumi frowned slightly upon hearing this.

The two official team members who arrived first have already gone into the mountains; I don't know what they were thinking.

"Give me a brief overview of the situation in the mountains."

Since it was a rare opportunity to encounter a recluse, Qingchuanquan couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

"There is a dilapidated temple in the mountains where woodcutters and hunters who come into the mountains will rest."

"In the past four days, people have been going missing one after another."

"According to nearby villagers, some people have seen strange figures in that dilapidated temple, which do not resemble wild animals."

"We believe it is most likely a man-eating demon."

It's that simple.

Having already understood the situation, Kiyokawa Izumi simply said, "Thank you!"

Watching his retreating figure, the hidden member couldn't help but shout, "Be careful!"

……

The mountain path was particularly difficult to walk on a rainy day, and Qingchuanquan casually wiped the water droplets from his face.

And because I wasn't paying attention, I almost tripped over a hard object.

It's not a stone exposed by rainwater.

Kiyokawa Izumi crouched down and examined the bone carefully by the moonlight—it appeared to be human bone, with obvious bite marks.

Based on preliminary judgment, it should have been about a week ago.

It didn't seem like I encountered wild animals; there really were evil spirits in these mountains.

"Help!!"

A terrified cry for help suddenly rang out, and Kiyokawa Izumi immediately stood up and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

What's going on?

Could the two team members who went into the mountains first have already been killed?

Surely the official members of the Demon Slayer Corps aren't that weak?

Fengzhu did say that the quality of the team members has been declining and the trainers are irresponsible—but isn't that something for the future?

Besides, that so-called final selection is utter nonsense.

The fact that the Demon Slayer Corps can survive for so long is enough to show that its system for recruiting new members is not perfect and has many problems.

Talented swordsmen like Sabito died inexplicably during the selection process. Isn't that a waste of talent?

Despite the complaints, Kiyokawa Izumi was quick to act.

Within a few breaths, he had caught up with the sound.

"Help me! Help me!"

A disheveled swordsman appeared before them, his right arm torn off by a tremendous force, hot blood gushing out uncontrollably, the flesh and blood a mangled mess, the white bones faintly visible beneath.

The Nichirin Sword has been lost somewhere.

Thunder roared, and the swordsman who had cried for help was in a terrible state. His face was covered in blood, his eye sockets were empty, and his eyeballs had been gouged out.

Upon witnessing this scene, Kiyokawa Izumi's heart skipped a beat—the demons attacking them were incredibly cruel.

If a stranger asks him for help, he will not stand idly by if he has the strength to do so.

"This is terrible... Even though I'm not a medical professional, I can tell that this person is beyond saving!"

Kiyokawa Izumi quickly stepped forward, sighing inwardly as he hurriedly helped the swordsman up.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

The blood was mixed with the rainwater, making it impossible to tell the difference.

Regardless of whether the bleeding can be stopped, this amount of bleeding is undoubtedly fatal.

Instead of trying to stop the bleeding, we should ask him if he has any last words.

"I……"

The stranger's voice gradually faded, and his only remaining left hand gripped Kiyokawa Izumi's wrist tightly.

"What? What did you say?"

Perhaps out of resentment and unwillingness to die like this, he tried to lift his head.

"I……"

I really can't hear it!

Kiyokawa Izumi instinctively moved closer, but a furious roar came from afar.

"Be careful!"

From the bloodied and mangled eye sockets of the unfamiliar swordsman, two white, unidentified objects shot out, heading straight for Kiyokawa Izumi's eyes.

The poor swordsman's left hand, which was gripping Kiyokawa Izumi's wrist, gradually lost its strength, and his body fell unconsciously, no longer breathing.

"Am I really that unlucky? This demon I've encountered this time seems rather formidable!"

The words had barely left his lips when the dark silver blade was already sheathed.

When he looked up again, his blood-red Sharingan had already appeared.

A white, round worm emerged from its eye socket, its body sliced ​​straight in half, splattering a foul-smelling black liquid.