Demon Slayer: I am a Demon

Chapter 121 This is the last time, this will not happen again (2/4 (combined))

"Sir, are we... really going to move?"

Kamado Aoi stood beside Su Mu, watching the man instructing a car dealership employee. She lowered her head slightly, a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

Ever since this ghost—

When Mr. Bu came to the kitchen family, the family, which had been struggling in poverty, quickly improved. She no longer had to worry about the oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea for tomorrow, and the children no longer had to endure hunger. They also had new clothes and new toys. In fact, Mr. Bu even began to teach them skills.

Although the old samurai class has long since declined, it remains an unattainable goal for the lower classes, especially for ordinary people like Kamado Aoi, who live deep in the mountains. Even her husband, Kamado Tanjiro, never had the opportunity to learn swordsmanship.

Living deep in the mountains, they were so isolated from news that they didn't realize that many samurai were now struggling to survive. Unlike before, samurai were no longer high above others; under guns and cannons, they could only cower and tremble.

For Kamado Aoi, life is good now. It's relatively stable, the children are happy every day, and there's no need to worry about the family. Except for the occasional feeling of loneliness at night, everything is fine.

Under these circumstances, Kamado Aoi really didn't want to move.

The last time we moved here from the deep mountains, walking in the cold, snowy weather was a difficult experience for the whole family. In fact, we almost had an accident. Thinking back on that moving experience, Kamado Aoi still feels lingering fear.

"You must move, Mrs. Kuizhi."

Su Mu turned around and looked at the sunflower branches by the stove.

"Well... okay then."

Although Kamado Aoi was reluctant, she would only obey Su Mu's decision; she was the kind of woman who inherently liked to follow men's orders.

Although Su Mu is not her man, habits are hard to change. Even before, when Tanjiro, who was still very young, really made up his mind to move in the freezing snow, Kamado Aoi still chose to listen to Tanjiro.

"I'll go tidy up the clothes in your room, sir."

Kamado Aoi smoothed her slightly disheveled hair with her hand and said softly.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to Mrs. Kuizhi."

Su Mu spoke gently.

"Sir, you're too kind. It's Kuizhi's honor. Midouzi just cooked some red bean porridge. If you're hungry, please come and have a taste. Midouzi has been studying very hard lately—"

Su Mu turned his head and looked at the sunflower branch by the stove.

Kamado Aoi lowered her head, unable to say anything more. The other party had come to Kamado's house in the first place for the beans, but now, why had there been no further activity?

Previously, she was quite reluctant, but during this time, the other party's demeanor, generosity, strength, gentleness, and other qualities were far beyond what other men in this place could achieve, and were even unworthy of comparison.

Such an outstanding man could even stir the heart of a woman like her. Perhaps because she had been married before, she understood how rare it was to find a man who was gentle with women. This was evident in the way he cared for Kanao.

Where else can you find a man who cares so much about every little thing?

She had never even seen a man wash a woman's feet before. Although Kanao was just a little girl, such a thing was truly rare.

Even now, Kamado Aoi is actually quite willing for Mizuko to follow her master.

The only concern is the possibility of a ghost and a human uniting; if bloodlines were to be born, would there be any problems?

"I'll be there in a bit."

Su Mu said something.

"OK."

Kamado Aoi lowered her head slightly and said gently to Kanao, who was standing next to her master and looking at her, "Kanao, would you like to help me tidy up the master's clothes?"

Kanao looked up at Su Mu, her pinkish-purple eyes blinking slightly.

Su Mu knew Kanao very well; with just a blink of an eye, he roughly understood what she was thinking. He gently patted Kanao's head and said, "Go."

"Um."

Kanao then walked towards Kamado Hime.

Before leaving, Kamado Aoi bowed gently and bent over before taking Kanao's hand and leading her into the house.

The woman's quiet and gentle movements made Su Mu's eyelids twitch. The thoughtfulness of a gentle woman always gives a man a sense of security.

For him, a lonely soul from another world who had come to this place, it was actually quite attractive.

Shaking his head to clear his mind of distractions, he waved to Tanjiro, who was hurrying home.

Tanjiro had just rushed back, his breathing still a little heavy, and he was about to speak in a hurried voice when Su Mu smiled and said, "Don't rush, catch your breath first, and have some water."

He went back into the house and poured himself a glass of water: "Have some water to calm down first."

Tanjiro took the cup, but instead of drinking, he said, "My master instructed me to go to the house in town marked with the wisteria clan's emblem. When I went inside, I saw several people, all of whom were injured—"

"Oh, it seems that the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen are resting."

Su Mu nodded. Besides the full support of the Ubuyashiki family, families with wisteria patterns carved on their gates are also among the most powerful supporters of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Of course, unlike the "Ubuyashiki", this family with wisteria patterns is not actually just one family in the strict sense.

Instead, many people who had suffered persecution from demons were rescued by the Demon Slayer Corps. Grateful for their help, they provided financial support and conveniences for the Demon Slayer Corps' swordsmen in terms of food, clothing, and shelter. To make it easier for the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen to find them quickly, they placed wisteria flowers at their doorsteps. Over time, this formed the wisteria pattern. Eventually, someone stepped forward to unify it, and thus the so-called Wisteria Pattern House, or Wisteria Family, was formed.

"Are these the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen who protect humanity and slay demons?"

Tanjiro asked in a low voice, and the image of Hiroshi Furukawa and his group involuntarily came to mind. These people had come to his house to investigate the abnormality before, probably to look for demons, or rather, to find the master's whereabouts.

Thinking back to that rainy night, the gentleman led him to a swordsman. The gentleman had fought a life-or-death battle with that swordsman and ultimately killed him.

Aside from the swordsman killed by the master, I wonder what became of Hiroshi Furukawa and his group who were searching for the master together.

"Hmm, if we follow these people, we should be able to easily find traces of the ghost."

Su Mu sighed softly, looking at Tanjiro who was bowing his head, his fists slightly clenched, a mixture of excitement and trepidation on his face. He patted the boy's shoulder and said, "Knowing where these people are is enough. But Tanjiro, are you really prepared to fight demons to the death?"

The boy pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

That's good.

Su Mu smiled and said, "But before that, we need to settle our family in first. This time, we'll move to a more stable place."

"Where are you planning to move to, sir?"

"Mt. Saagiri."

Su Mu patted Tanjiro on the shoulder: "Train hard, you don't have much time left."

Tanjiro nodded seriously.

Kamado Aoi led Kanao to the room.

She cleans the room every day; it's very tidy and not messy at all, and everything is spotless.

Kamado Aoi retrieved her luggage from the cupboard, then took out the clothes stored there. There were only a few pieces of clothing belonging to Su Mu, but Kanao had a lot. She carried all the clothes to the bed, and looking at Kanao who was following beside her and constantly looking her over, Kamado Aoi smiled gently and said, "Master seems to really dote on Kanao. He doesn't even have two or three pieces of clothing for himself, but he bought you so many."

Kanao tilted her head.

"Come on, let's pack up all the clothes we need so we can take them with us later."

As she spoke, Kui Zhi began folding the clothes and then neatly placing them into her bag.

Kanao sat beside him, blinking as she watched Kamado Aoi busy herself. She hesitated, then took a piece of clothing and put it in her bag.

"Kanao, it's better to fold it up a bit. That way, the clothes won't wrinkle, and we can put more in."

Kamado Aoi took out the clothes that Kanao had put in her bag, and then said gently, "See, fold it like this."

Kanao also picked up a piece of clothing and awkwardly tried to imitate it.

"Has Kanao never folded her clothes like this before?"

Kamado Aoi watched the girl's clumsy movements and asked a question.

Kanao shook her head.

"It seems that the master really dotes on you."

Kamado Aoi whispered, "But girls shouldn't be too spoiled just because they're pampered. Because sometimes, men get tired too, and when they're tired, they also want someone to lean on."

Kanao blinked.

Su Mu strode into the living room. The teacups on the table were still steaming, but no one was there. The host must have just left.

Not long after he came in, Midouzi peeked out from the room next door. When he saw him looking over, he immediately pulled his head back in. Soon, Midouzi came out from the room next door, carrying a small bowl that was steaming hot.

The girl took small, quick steps the whole time, but her pace was quite fast.

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"I—I cooked red bean porridge, you—you should try some."

The girl placed the small bowl on the table next to her.

"it is good."

Su Mu nodded, picked up the small bowl, and seeing that Mi Douzi was still standing there prettily, he smiled and said, "You sit down too."

The girl placed her small hands on her stomach, lowered her head, and sat down on the other side of the table, keeping her head down the entire time.

Su Mu picked up the bowl, but instead of tasting it immediately, he sniffed it.

"I—this is my first time making this, and I don't know if it will suit your taste. It might not taste good. If it doesn't, you don't need to eat it. I'll try again next time—"

"Ha, is this your first time? I think I'll really like it. I'm the kind of person who enjoys trying new things."

"It might not taste good."

"Nie Douzi said in a low voice."

"Then I'll try it first."

As he spoke, he picked up a soup spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.

Mi Douzi, who had been looking down, suddenly raised her head. Her hands, which had been resting in front of her lower abdomen, unconsciously lifted up, almost cupping her chest. Her eyes were fixed on the man.

She watched intently as the man swallowed the red bean porridge down his throat, then stared nervously at the contours of his face.

"It's delicious."

The gentle voice made Nezuko almost jump up: "Really?"

Then, as if realizing her lapse in composure, Midouzi immediately placed her little hand on her lower abdomen: "I put some konpeito in it, and as Mom said, I also put some red dates in it. I got up very early this morning to cook it, and it took a long time to cook it—"

"I see, no wonder it tastes so good."

Su Mu took another sip and praised it once again.

Mi Douzi secretly glanced at the man's face and saw that he seemed to like it very much. Her delicate little face couldn't help but show a happy expression.

He looked quite satisfied.

"Is it a bit too sweet? Will it get cloying if I eat a few more bites?"

"It's alright, I'll just use less konpeito next time."

"I also think I put in a bit too much konpeito. I just thought I really like konpeito, so I put in more. Maybe it will taste better, and maybe you'll like it even more."

The girl couldn't help but lean closer: "Next time I make it, I'll put less konpeito."

"Wouldn't that be particularly troublesome?"

"It's no trouble at all."

Mi Douzi replied softly, then looked up at the man and said, "It's what I should do anyway."

"There's no such thing as 'should' or 'shouldn't'."

Su Mu was somewhat amused and exasperated. The other person hadn't insisted on cooking for him. It was only when he looked up that he realized the girl was quite close. He could almost feel her warm breath on his face. From his angle, he could clearly see the white skin on the girl's neck, the rosy cheeks, and even some very fine downy hairs.

Midouzi immediately realized she had gotten a little too close, and quickly sat back down, her face flushed: "If you like it, I'll make it for you again tomorrow."

"Hmm, I'm afraid that won't work."

Su Mu shook his head.

"So you don't like it anymore."

His voice unconsciously lowered.

"That's right, we'll be on the move the whole day tomorrow, I'm afraid there's no way around it."

Su Mu smiled.

"If you—if you like it, I can—I can find a way."

"Ha, forget it, too much trouble."

Su Mu shook his head, then said somewhat seriously, "Instead of studying these things, I think Mi Douzi can focus more on swordsmanship. Mi Douzi also has a high talent for swordsmanship."

"I'm a girl—I don't need to do this—"

Ni Douzi retorted.

Upon hearing this, Su Mu frowned deeply, his expression turning rather unpleasant.

Midouzi, who was about to retort, looked up and saw the man's expression, and immediately lowered her voice, saying, "I'm sorry, I promise I won't do it again next time."

"Okay, don't do it again next time."

Su Mu said earnestly, "You should focus more on swordsmanship."

"Um."

Midouzi nodded seriously, then secretly glanced at the man: "This time—"

"Let it go this time, but don't let it happen again."

"This won't happen again."

The girl said it heavily.

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