Demon Slayer: I am a Demon

Chapter 111 The Little Woman Who Borrows the Tiger's Power (2/4)

Su Mu did not leave. After lifting the curtain and showing a gentle smile to the stove, Kui Zhi, and Mi Dou Zi, he found a stool by the door and sat down.

The children seemed quite reserved because of his arrival.

He casually waved to Takeo.

The child walked over, his face almost pale.

Su Mu glanced at Kamado Takeo's face. The child looked a lot like Tanjiro. The only obvious difference was that Takeo did not have the same obvious mark on his forehead as his brother.

"Sir---sir."

Although Takeo was afraid, he still tried his best to remain polite.

"Go buy me some wine."

He smiled, took out some money from his pocket, and handed it to the child.

The boy was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what he meant. He bowed to him and then went outside to buy wine.

Hanako, holding Shigeru's hand, stood at a distance, secretly glancing this way, seemingly a little nervous.

However, Su Mu didn't care. He closed his eyes and sat there, quietly enjoying the warm sunshine. Hanako and Shigeru were nervous for a while, but seeing that he was just sitting there sunbathing, they gradually became bolder and started playing children's games next to him.

Inside the room, Mizuko followed her mother, Kozue, quickly into the room and saw her older brother sitting there blankly, lost in thought.

Clearly, the ghost must have just told him about his relationship with other ghosts, which is why the older brother has become like this.

Kamado Aoi also felt that since the demon had told Tanjiro about his sister, Tanjiro must have agreed. In fact, faced with such a powerful demon, there was nothing he could do even if he disagreed. However, this meant that Nezuko would have to suffer.

After all, ghosts are cruel, and if they get angry one day, how can the little bean bear the damage?

Just thinking about it made Kamado Aoi feel sorry for Nezuko. "Brother, the demon already told you—"

Seeing that Tanjiro was still lost in thought, Nezuko couldn't help but speak up.

"Um."

Before Nezuko could finish speaking, Tanjiro seemed to have already figured it out, and his eyes gradually became firm: "I've already said it."

"That brother—"

Mi Douzi clenched her clothes slightly with her small hands and lowered her head. At her age, she naturally fantasized about what her future husband would be like and imagined what her married life would be like.

But I never expected to encounter a ghost—

"I agree."

Tanjiro clenched his fists, his eyes hardening.

Ni Douzi pursed her lips tightly. Although she was prepared to sacrifice herself, she did not expect her brother to agree so quickly.

For no reason at all, I felt wronged.

She almost hung her head, bowing her head, trying to hold back her tears, then turned and ran quickly outside.

Watching his sister leave in sorrow, Tanjiro's expression darkened slightly. Was Nezuko worried about him? Worried about his incredibly dangerous path of demon hunting?

But this is exactly what I, as the older brother and the eldest son in the family, should bear!

How could I entrust the lives and happiness of my family to the hands of a ghost that might break into our home at night?

These are things I should have firmly held in my own hands.

So, Midouzi, don't worry about your brother.

This is exactly what the older brother should do.

Midouzi, really—don't be sad for me!

Even though he had countless thoughts of comforting his sister, Tanjiro kept them to himself and didn't say them aloud.

"Tanjiro, you agreed."

Kamado Aoi looked at her son with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Um.

"6

Tanjiro clenched his fist slightly, his eyes growing increasingly determined.

Kamado Aoi opened her lips, as if to say something, but in the end she said nothing. She could only lower her head and sigh silently. Maybe that ghost wasn't so bad after all. Maybe that ghost would treat Mizuko well in the future. It seems that the ghost wasn't so bad after all.

At this moment, Kamado Hime could only keep trying to convince herself.

Tanjiro believed that his mother was worried about him, which strengthened his resolve to embark on the path of demon slaying.

As soon as she came out of the room, tears welled up in Mizuko's eyes. Although she had prepared herself to sacrifice for her family and was willing to do so, she still felt heartbroken to actually become the one who had to sacrifice.

She couldn't resent her brother, nor could she resent her mother, much less her younger brother or sister.

So who should we blame?

For no apparent reason, Midouzi looked at the ghost who was leisurely sunbathing at the door.

At that moment, the ghost also raised its head and looked at her, its eyes filled with a hint of doubt.

Midouzi lowered her head unconsciously, her little hands clenching tightly. Should she resent this ghost?

But aren't all ghosts like that?

Moreover, compared to those cruel ghosts, man-eating ghosts, this ghost is already—very, very good.

Should I resent this ghost just because it's better than the others?

Clutching her sleeves, the gentle and kind girl didn't know who to resent or blame, and suddenly felt incredibly lost.

"Nie Douzi, come here—"

The girl's heart clenched slightly as she heard the ghost's voice. She was still instinctively afraid of ghosts, but she quickly realized that she would have to follow this ghost from now on, so what was the point of being afraid?

Must we live in fear forever?

The girl almost stubbornly raised her head and walked towards the ghost. Wasn't this ghost just trying to bully her?

Anyway, that's how I've always been since I was a child.

I'm always the one who gets wronged.

From now on, it's just being bullied by ghosts. Just consider it as being bitten by —.

"Did you cry?"

Su Mu looked up at Ni Douzi, who had walked up to him.

"No, I didn't."

The girl hurriedly wiped her face with her sleeve, but the wiping only made her face look like a little kitten with tears streaming down her face.

Pretty girls are probably all like this; even when they cry in grievance, their cuteness radiates outwards, making people want to tease them mercilessly.

"It's good that you didn't cry. Try to think more positively and focus on happy things."

Su Mu smiled.

Midouzi glanced at the ghost, then turned her head away, pouting. She was the one who was wronged, while the ghost was the one who bullied men and women. She would also be the one enjoying the benefits in the future. She even said some things to make herself feel better.

That's really—overbearing.

"You little crybaby, all you do is cry."

Beside her, Kanao, who had been staying by her uncle's side, raised her pinkish-purple eyes and glanced at Mizuko.

Mizuko's eyes immediately turned a little red, and she stared at Kanao with a fierce look. She was afraid of a ghost, but not of a person.

She's not made of clay, so no one can bully her.

"Crybaby."

A light, airy voice came from Kanao's mouth again. The girl with her hair in a high ponytail crossed her arms and looked at them with a hint of disdain. She looked down on these people the most. Her uncle was such a good person, but in their eyes, he seemed so terrifying.

They're all an incredibly stupid bunch.

Especially this girl in front of me, she was crying when I first met her, and she's still crying now, she really is—she can cry so much!

Mizuko was clearly angered by Kanao's disdainful gaze. She almost puffed out her cheeks, wanting to stand up to her with her hands on her hips. However, Kanao's eyes suddenly narrowed, resembling the ghost beside her, which made Mizuko suddenly deflate. She turned her head away unwillingly, refusing to look at this little woman who was just trying to intimidate her.

Isn't it just because he has a devilish uncle?

If it were his own brother—

Thinking of her useless brother's weakness when facing this ghost, the girl felt even less confident.