Demon Slayer: I am a Demon

Chapter 120 When the rapeseed flowers bloom, I will be there (4/4 (two-in-one))

Crows soared above the Butterfly House, their cries like the mournful cries of homeless people.

Wearing a black Demon Slayer Corps uniform, a white haori, a sword hanging at her waist, and black hair flowing down with a few streaks of blue-purple at the ends, the girl with a butterfly hair clip on her head looks up at the crows that have lost their master in the sky.

Beside her was a girl dressed similarly to the tall girl, except she was missing a white haori. Compared to the tall girl, this girl was slightly smaller, only reaching the tall girl's chest.

It was "Flower Pillar" Kanae Kocho and her sister Shinobu Kocho.

"Recently, the activities of evil spirits have become more and more frequent, and many places have suddenly experienced vicious cannibalism incidents."

Kanae Butterfly looked at the crows in the sky that had lost their master, her gentle voice tinged with sadness.

Each helpless cry of a mystery crow represents the death of a Demon Slayer Corps swordsman on his demon-hunting journey.

"These vile demons deserve to die."

Shinobu Kocho rested her hand on the hilt of her sword at her waist, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

"More and more swordsmen are dying, and now, demons are rampant, and we are short-handed in all aspects."

Kanae Kocho was somewhat worried. There had been signs of Muzan Kibutsuji appearing before, and now the demons had suddenly changed like this. She wondered what kind of conspiracy these demons were plotting.

The "Fujiyama" assessment is about to begin, and a new batch of recruits should arrive, which might make things a bit better.

Shinobu Kocho also frowned.

"The newcomers don't have much experience dealing with ghosts, and they don't know how many more will perish on their ghost-hunting journey."

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"Sister, you are always so gentle and considerate of others. Newcomers will die on the road to demon hunting, but newcomers will also become veterans and become powerful demon hunters like you. When it comes to demon hunting, sacrifice is always inevitable."

Shinobu clenched her fist: "Back then, my sister and I were also rookies, weren't we? We weren't even considered promising at all. Lord Himejima Gyomei didn't even want us to become swordsmen. Even when we begged and pleaded, he wouldn't teach us how to hunt demons. In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore and introduced us to the Butterfly Mansion. But we became true swordsmen, and my sister even became a powerful Pillar, a Pillar just like Himejima Gyomei."

"Is your younger sister still resentful about Gyomei Himejima's rejection?"

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Shinobu turned her head away.

"Lord Himejima Gyomei refused us because he wanted us to live like ordinary people."

Kanae looked at her younger sister with tenderness.

"Ha, with our parents being eaten by demons right before our eyes, how can we live a normal life like ordinary people? Himejima Gyomei only rejected us because he disliked us when we were children, not because he cared about us."

The butterfly gritted its teeth.

Kanae Kocho looked at her stubborn younger sister and gently stroked her head: "Perhaps, Gyomei Himejima has his own reasons."

"I already know from the other swordsmen that Himejima Gyomei hates children the most. Sister, don't always be so gentle in making excuses for others."

Before Kanae could say anything more, Shinobu suddenly changed the subject: "Many of the swordsmen who passed the 'Fujisakuyama' exam last time were of mixed quality, but quite a few have actually improved. I heard that a swordsman named Giyu Tomioka has killed quite a few demons during this period."

"Tomioka Giyu?"

Kanae Kocho tilted her head slightly, lost in thought: "She's Urokodaki-senpai's disciple."

Shinobu Kocho's explanation.

"I understand. Urokodaki-senpai will also be participating in the swordsman assessment for this 'Fujikaze-yama' trial, along with another disciple named Makomo."

"Yes, in the last round of the Fujikasazan assessment, I heard that Sabito, the senior student who was with Giyu Tomioka, almost wiped out all the Fujikasazan demons by himself, but he seemed to have died from exhaustion in the end. It's a real pity."

"Giyu Tomioka has become so powerful now, I wonder how strong Sabito will be if he grows up. Maybe he'll become a Pillar as strong as his sister."

Shinobu Kocho was still sighing when a series of hurried footsteps approached. A short member of the Butterfly Mansion rushed over: "M--Master, something terrible has happened! Another large group of wounded people have been brought here and need treatment."

"Okay, I'm coming right now."

Shinobu and Kanae also quickly walked out immediately.

Sure enough, the hermits carried over one wounded after another, and almost every swordsman had serious injuries.

Shinobu Kocho clenched her fists, her face tense, and quickly stepped forward to begin treating the injuries of each swordsman.

"Will my leg break? Please save my leg, please!"

An injured swordsman looked at Shinobu Kocho, who was treating him, and immediately pleaded.

"I cannot guarantee that."

Shinobu Kocho kept a serious expression on her face as she skillfully began to treat the wound.

The swordsman's eyes lit up with despair when he heard that he might lose his leg.

"It's okay! Your sister is a very skilled doctor, she'll definitely be able to save your leg. Don't panic, conserve your energy, everything will be alright."

"You'll recover quickly; your sister's medical skills are amazing!"

Beside her, Kanae Butterfly, who seemed a little flustered, looked up and gently clenched her fist.

The girl's voice was very soft, and it spread in the wind, as if it landed on people's hearts.

The swordsman, who had been terrified, calmed down a little after being comforted by Kanae Kocho.

Shinobu looked up at her flustered older sister, who spoke gently and comfortingly. Then, she lowered her head and quickly treated another wound.

My younger sister is in charge of treating the patients' injuries.

The older sister was responsible for comforting her.

What was initially a chaotic scene was quickly resolved thanks to the two sisters working together.

"Sir, there is still one person who is unwilling to receive treatment first, always saying that his injury is nothing and that others should be treated first."

Another short girl walked quickly over, her hands and face covered in blood.

"Okay, I'll treat this person's injuries and then head over right away."

Shinobu Kocho didn't even look up.

Kanae Butterfly followed the short girl and soon found a man covered in blood, squatting on a stretcher in the next room.

"I'm fine, please—please treat others first."

The man squatted down, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain in his body, and spoke to a member of the Butterfly Mansion.

"Your injuries are quite serious; they need to be treated first!"

Kanae Butterfly quickly stepped forward.

"I'm fine."

The man gritted his teeth.

"Sister, why waste words with him? He's a patient; once he's here, he needs to behave."

Shinobu Kocho, who had rushed over, quickly walked over and glanced at the man with a serious expression: "His injuries are severe and require intensive treatment."

"No need, deal with others first, they are more important."

The man refused without hesitation.

Shinobu Kocho ignored him and simply clapped her hands. Immediately, a noisy sound arose, and several short girls, barely reaching Kanae Kocho's waist, rushed over. They grabbed the man's hands and feet and lifted him up before he could resist.

The man struggled, but the girls were very strong, and he was badly injured, so it was impossible for him to fight back.

"Sir, do you know that person's name?"

Kanae Kocho gently inquired about the condition of an injured person standing nearby.

"His name is Giyu Tomioka. This time, he killed the three-headed demon all by himself. He's really amazing."

The injured expressed their admiration.

"So, he is Giyu Tomioka."

Hearing the injured man's words, Shinobu Kocho couldn't help but look at the man who had already been carried onto the hospital bed.

Perhaps knowing that he could no longer resist, Giyu Tomioka remained silent at this moment.

Shinobu Kocho approached and began treating Giyu Tomioka's injuries. As she was about to use a small knife to cut away the rotting flesh, she looked up and asked, "Should we use anesthesia?"

"Need not."

Giyu Tomioka was a man of few words.

"It will hurt a lot without anesthesia!"

Kanae Kocho also came over: "Use some; it will greatly alleviate the pain."

"Need not."

Giyu Tomioka uttered only two words before falling silent once again.

Shinobu Kocho, holding a small knife, her face tense, began to cut away the rotten flesh near the wound. She could feel the injured person trembling from the pain, but she didn't say a word, silently gritting her teeth.

After treating all the wounds, Shinobu Kocho looked at Giyu Tomioka, who had fainted from the pain, her purple eyes filled with admiration: "This person is so outstanding. I heard that Sabito is even more powerful than him. It's hard to imagine that someone like him could perish at Fujikasane Mountain."

As she spoke, Shinobu looked up at her sister and asked, "Are you sure there won't be any problems with the 'Fujisakuyama' swordsman assessment?"

"Relying on Fujikasaneyama for the swordsmanship exams has always gone smoothly. The only unexpected thing is that Urokodaki-senpai's disciples have died one after another during the Fujikasaneyama swordsmanship exams."

Kanae whispered.

"Before, I thought Urokodaki-senpai wasn't quite suited to be a trainer, but today, after seeing Tomioka Giyu's situation, I feel like something unexpected might have happened during Fujikazeyama's swordsman assessment?"

In a quiet room in Sagiri Mountain, around a hot pot hanging beside a stove, a girl with medium-length black hair wearing a short kimono with plum blossom patterns is taking a spoonful of hot pot and gently sipping it.

"It's already very delicious."

Makomo said with a hint of pride, "My cooking skills are getting better and better."

As he spoke, he walked toward the house next door and saw an old man sitting quietly inside with a gentle face. On the table was a fierce-looking Tengu mask.

"Master, lunch is ready."

"Um."

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Urokodaki Sakonji stood up and walked towards the house next door, with Makomo following closely behind.

"Master, I made your favorite mushroom and chicken stew today!"

Makomo raised her eyes, a sweet smile on her face.

"Um."

Urokodaki Sakonji picked up a bowl, scooped out a bowlful with a spoon and handed it to Makomo, then scooped out a bowlful for himself, and ate silently with his head down.

Makomo tilted her head and glanced at her master, then lowered her head and ate silently.

Soon, Sakonji Urokodaki finished the large bowl of food, looked up, and said, "I plan to cultivate a small plot of land nearby."

"That's great."

Makomo's eyes crinkled into a smile: "What does Master plan to plant up there?"

"I plan to plant some rapeseed flowers."

Makomo lowered her head slightly. Her favorite flower was rapeseed. Every time the rapeseed flowers were in full bloom, she would go to see them for a very long time.

Although the master didn't say anything, he told her that he hoped to see her again next year when the rapeseed flowers bloom.

Then, the girl raised her head and looked at Urokodaki Sakonji, who was not wearing the tengu mask: "Master, I will definitely pass the Fujikasane Mountain test."

Not only did she have to pass the assessment, but she also needed to understand why her senior brothers and sisters had failed over the years, and why Qingtu had failed.

"Before you, Guess Rabbit said the same thing."

Urokodaki Sakonji stood up, walked to the door, and looked at the setting sun: "How about we accumulate some more strength, train for another year, and participate in the assessment again next year?"

Makomo walked over to Urokodaki Sakonji, turned to look at her most respected master, and whispered, "Will you say the same thing next year, Master?"

The old man didn't speak.

Makomo stopped looking at her most respected master, Urokodaki Sakonji, and instead, like her master, gazed at the setting sun: "Master, when you joined the Demon Slayer Corps, did you ever consider that you would die on this path?"

The old man turned around, glanced at Makomo, and shook his head.

"Master wasn't afraid of any of these things back then, so why are you suddenly afraid when it comes to me?"

"They're different."

Urokodaki Sakonji shook his head.

"Master, you've been feeling guilty, haven't you?"

Makomo turned her head, her beautiful eyes looking at her most respected master, Urokodaki Sakonji.

But Urokodaki Sakonji was somewhat hesitant to face his apprentice at that moment.

"Master has always felt guilty, always believing that he is the one who caused the deaths of Senior Brother and Senior Sister, right?"

Makomo's arched eyebrows revealed a rare hint of anger: "But Master, why should you feel guilty about this?"

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"This is the choice of our senior brothers and sisters, and Sabito's own choice. Everyone is prepared to die on the path of demon hunting, just like Master did back then!"

"Even if Makomo dies at Fujikasane Mountain like Sabito," that would be Makomo's own choice.

With that, Makomo bowed deeply to Urokodaki Sakonji: "Please, Master, do not take all the blame upon yourself."

"Senior brother, senior sister, Sabito will not blame Master."

"Even if Makomo doesn't come back, I won't blame Master."

"So, Master."

Please don't put so much pressure on yourself.

"This is by no means the master's fault."

Urokodaki Sakonji's hand, hidden in his sleeve, clenched tightly. He didn't look at Makomo, but instead looked into the distance. Then, he pointed to a spot and said, "I plan to cultivate land over there and plant rapeseed flowers."

He paused for a moment, as if to open his mouth and say something, but his voice was already hoarse, and he seemed unable to continue.

"I will still be here when the rapeseed flowers bloom."

Makomo tilted her head, her eyes crinkling, as if coaxing a child, and said in a gentle voice, "I promise my master."

As she spoke, the girl reached out and gently tugged at her master's sleeve: "Master, you're such a grown man, why are you still crying?"

The old man stubbornly raised his head, his voice hoarse: "I didn't cry."

"Whatever Master says goes. Anyway, I didn't see it, and I won't tell anyone. The revered Water Column, sir, is actually a crybaby. Otherwise, why would Master wear such a fierce-looking tengu mask?"

"I just feel that my face is too gentle, which makes me easy for evil spirits to look down on and fool when I'm hunting ghosts."

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"So that's why Master wore the Tengu mask! But Master, no wonder those ghosts looked down on you. Your face is so gentle, like a girl's. Actually, Master would look very beautiful in women's clothing, wouldn't you?"

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