Demon Slayer: I am a Demon

Chapter 122 May You Gather More (4/4 (Two-in-One))

Having purchased a horse-drawn carriage and carrying only simple luggage, Su Mu led the Zao Men family on another moving journey.

Many things were abandoned, including the tools that the Kamado family had used for generations to make charcoal.

Su Mu sat on the carriage shaft, driving the carriage, while Kanao sat quietly beside him, her pink and purple eyes watching the passing scenery.

Kamado Aoi held her youngest child, Rokuta, inside the carriage, looking out through the carriage window. Although the carriage's shock absorption was only so-so, and the road conditions made it a bit bumpy, it was much better than the last time they had trekked through the deep mountains in heavy snow.

The food was plentiful, the weather was great, and occasionally if we got tired of sitting, my husband would stop to rest. Once everyone had rested enough, we would set off again.

Rather than a chaotic relocation, it was more like a trip, at least for Kamado Hime.

Occasionally, she would pull her daughter, Mi Douzi, aside for a quiet chat on the street. Every time they talked, Mi Douzi couldn't help but steal glances at Su Mu, then lower her head and blush.

The girl's eyes no longer held the same resistance and sadness as before.

There was even a hint of anticipation.

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"Sir, why did you choose to move to Mount Sagiri?"

Tanjiro was somewhat curious when he came to replace Su Mu as the driver of the carriage.

"Because I need to visit someone named Urokodaki Sakonji on your behalf."

"Urodaki Sakonji?"

Tanjiro looked confused.

Su Mu glanced at Tanjiro. At this moment, Tanjiro was unaware that Urokodaki Sakonji was originally supposed to be his future mentor, and it was Urokodaki Sakonji's initial teaching that laid a solid foundation for Tanjiro.

In the past few days, while teaching Tanjiro and the Kamado family swordsmanship, he discovered that he was not actually suitable to be a trainer. He also suddenly realized that the Demon Slayer Corps was the best place to train Tanjiro.

"He's a retired Pillar from the Demon Slayer Corps."

He explained again.

"column?"

The "Pillars" are the most powerful members of the Demon Slayer Corps. Generally, there are only nine Pillars at any given time, and each Pillar has a record of slaying one of the Twelve Demon Moons.

Tanjiro now understands demons and knows how terrifying the Twelve Demon Moons are. According to his teacher, even he is no match for them now.

"A pillar capable of slaying the Twelve Demon Moons"—it's hard to imagine just how powerful he is.

"This time, I'm going to visit Urokodaki Sakonji and ask him to teach you how to slay demons. After all, he's much better than me at slaying demons."

Tanjiro looked up at Su Mu and asked, "Aren't you worried at all, sir?"

"What are you worried about?"

Su Mu looked up at Tanjiro with a puzzled expression, seemingly not understanding the implied meaning in Tanjiro's words.

"It's nothing."

Tanjiro lowered his head.

Su Mu smiled and patted Tanjiro on the shoulder: "You drive now, I'll rest in the carriage for a while."

"Um."

Su Mu handed the riding crop to Tanjiro, then took Kanao's hand and stepped into the carriage.

The interior of the car is actually quite spacious, but with so many people and a lot of stuff loaded inside, it feels a bit cramped.

Upon seeing him enter, Midouzi immediately made way for him.

He nodded to Mizuko, then pulled Kanao to sit down beside her.

Sitting opposite was Kamado Aoi. Although the carriage was a bit bumpy, the woman's posture was still very proper, and she exuded a very gentle aura.

Because they were sitting almost face-to-face, Su Mu could clearly observe everything, and connect Tanjiro, Nezuko, and this family of well-behaved children.

He couldn't help but admire the woman's always impeccable manners and serene demeanor, as well as her exceptional ability to manage a household.

You know, naughty kids can be a real headache, but he's been at the Kamado family's house for so many days and he hasn't had a single headache with these kids. Not to mention Tanjiro and Nezuko, even Hanako and Takeo are very sensible, and the younger Rokuta is also very well-behaved.

Therefore, every time I see Kamado Hime and feel her gentle temperament, I can't help but admire her.

I also marvel at Tanjuro's good fortune.

Such a gentle woman was tragically and cruelly murdered by Ki Mugen in her original ending, which is truly heartbreaking.

At this moment, he had no lewd thoughts; he was simply appreciating it purely.

Being watched, especially by men, was somewhat uncomfortable for Kamado Aoi, who was almost always at home. However, she could also sense that Su Mu Ziguang was not evil, which made her feel much more relaxed.

Reaching out, she gently smoothed her slightly disheveled hair, and asked softly, "Don't you know how old you are, sir?"

"Why are you asking these questions?"

Kawado Kui glanced at Midouzi, then lowered her head again: "Just asking casually."

"oh!"

Su Mu nodded and thought for a moment. He was actually a little confused about his age because he didn't remember these things. After all, he wasn't one of those people who were obsessed with birthdays. In the other world, he rarely celebrated birthdays either. He would often realize that he had grown another year older only after a year had passed.

For a working-class person, being busy with life is already exhausting.

"I'm probably around twenty-eight."

"Twenty-eight?"

Kamado Aoi was somewhat surprised. She looked very young, not at all like someone who was twenty-eight. She looked more like someone who was around twenty years old. Even the Beanstalk next to her looked up in surprise.

"It's much bigger than a bean."

Kamado Aoi said softly, "I'm only twenty-nine years old. In fact, we're about the same age." She glanced at the somewhat disappointed Mizuko and said gently, "It's normal for a guy to be a bit older. Although he's more than ten years older than Mizuko, older guys are usually more caring."

Su Mu looked at the sunflower branch by the stove with some confusion.

"I wonder if you have ever had wives or concubines in the past?"

Kamado Aoi asked again.

Ni Douzi, standing nearby, was even more nervous, clutching the hem of her clothes.

"Not yet."

He shook his head.

Kamado Aoi looked at Su Mu with some doubt, somewhat disbelieving: "Someone as outstanding as you should have many girls who like you, right?"

"Really!"

He smiled but didn't say anything.

Kamado Aoi, however, felt that there might be some story behind this.

Or perhaps something happened before she became a ghost, or she had other unhappy experiences.

But in any case, it's a good thing for Midouzi.

The only regrettable thing is that he is a ghost.

Aside from her identity as a demon, the only other issue is her age. But in Kamado Aoi's view, age is not a problem at all; in fact, age might even be an advantage.

She was more worried about Nidouzi, because it would be bad if the immature Nidouzi had any reservations because of her age.

In Kamado Aoi's view, young men and women often have big conflicts over small disagreements, which can easily escalate into major disputes. Older men, on the other hand, tend to be more tolerant and more forgiving of their younger wives' little whims.

Moreover, these days I've also felt that the gentleman is a very tolerant and gentle person, and more willing to listen to women's thoughts and respect women's wishes than any other man here.

These things were even beyond Kamado Aoi's imagination, after all, her master was already so powerful.

Kamado Aoi wanted to ask Su Mu when he planned to marry Mizuko, but seeing that Su Mu had already closed his eyes, she decided not to ask.

In truth, she still doesn't really understand Su Mu.

However, given the superior performance the other man has shown at the Kamado family these days compared to any other man here, Kamado Aoi, as someone with experience, believes that Nezuko would be happier if she followed him.

When they were still some distance from Mount Kyogoku, Su Mu had Tanjiro stop the carriage.

The children were exhausted from the long car ride, but when they got off, they all had relaxed smiles on their faces.

Su Mu was very familiar with the process of lighting a campfire.

While the campfire was being lit, Zaomen Kuizhi had already prepared the ingredients.

Su Mu decisively rejected Kamado Aoi's suggestion to come alone and also helped out from the side.

Soon, the aroma of hot food was released.

They called all the children who were playing nearby to come and eat.

Everyone was chatting around the campfire, but actually, they were all just talking about Hanako, Takeo asked.

As their fear gradually subsided, Takeo, Hanako, and Shigeru all grew closer to him.

Now, he's always pestering her with all sorts of questions about children.

Children's questions are always strange and unusual. Fortunately, Su Mu's knowledge far exceeds that of anyone else here. Although he can't answer all of them, he can handle most of them more than enough. Even if he doesn't know the answer, he can still give a vague answer.

At this time, Tanjiro, and even Nezuko, would gather around and listen intently. Since they were no longer children, or perhaps they didn't consider themselves children, Tanjiro and Nezuko naturally wouldn't ask questions like children.

Tanjiro would occasionally look up and see his master gently holding his younger sister Hanako, even telling her little stories, such as the Grimm's Fairy Tales or the story of Cinderella marrying the king, which he listened to with great interest.

In addition, many of the things the adults told his younger siblings seemed simple, but upon closer examination, they contained profound philosophical principles, which made Tanjiro admire the adults more and more, but also made him understand them less and less.

Sometimes, Tanjiro even wondered if one person could possibly master so much knowledge.

At least, Tanjiro had met many people, but he had never met anyone as knowledgeable as the adult.

Sometimes, Tanjiro even thought that the adult might really have been enlightened by the legendary gods and Buddhas. In fact, he was not a demon. After all, he had never heard of a demon being able to bask in the sunlight.

While Tanjiro admired Su Mu's skills more, Nezuko had a different feeling.

For Mi Douzi, who had always lived in a very secluded mountain area, she had rarely seen men. When she did meet them, their manner of speaking and other mannerisms were completely different from what she felt about her husband, and they were incomparable.

This is the first time I've ever met someone like Mr. in Mizuko's world.

Sometimes, Mi Douzi would secretly look at Su Mu, wondering how he knew so much.

How did he become a ghost?

Why is he different from the demon Beverly?

The more and more Fu didn't know, the more curious Mi Douzi felt, and the more she wanted to explore it.

But deep down, he was actually quite afraid of Mr. Fu.

Sometimes, when I have nightmares at night, I also dream about my husband suddenly eating me, which is terrifying.

But because of this fear and desire to understand and explore Fu, coupled with the thought of following Fu in the future, she would see Fu's figure almost every day.

Even though they see each other every day, Fu's image is still constantly on their minds.

Mi Douzi naturally told her mother everything about this, and her mother just smiled and patted her head, but couldn't tell her the reason.

She even wondered if this was the legendary case of not liking someone, so she asked her mother what it felt like when she liked her father. But her mother was confused because her mother and father didn't fall in love before getting married. Instead, both sets of parents agreed, they got married, formed a family, and had children.

It seems that the mother didn't experience much of a phase where she liked F.

When even her mother couldn't provide guidance, Midouzi became very confused.

Sometimes I feel like this is what liking someone is, and sometimes I feel like this isn't.

The person will then be in a very conflicted state.

Perhaps she had planned to sacrifice herself from the beginning and was prepared to be enslaved by the evil spirit. But now, she has gradually stopped worrying about the other person's ghost identity. Sometimes she even thinks that it would be really good to stay by the side of such an excellent person. She even looks forward to what kind of life she will live in the future.

Recently, she's even started worrying that she's not good enough for him, and that he seems to have no interest in her anymore, even though he came to her house because—

After telling Hanako another story, Su Mu smiled and patted the girl's head, telling her to go play somewhere else.

At this moment, Mi Douzi recovered from her mental turmoil, gathered a small handful of red beans, put them in a small jar by the campfire, and added a few Jin Ping Le to the jar.

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"It's not cooked properly, it'll be gone in a bit."

Su Mu smiled as he watched Mi Douzi's actions, then shook his head.

Midouzi lowered her head, her face flushed, and she seemed unconvinced: "What if it cooks?"

Su Mu smiled and told everyone to pack their things and get on the carriage.

Ni Douzi probably also cried and said that Su Mu was right, but he was very unwilling to admit his mistake. So, he took out a red bean from his pocket and buried it in the soil.

Su Mu watched Ni Douzi's actions with curiosity.

"Sir, you said that 'Fu' is wrong. I'm planting a red bean now, and next year it will grow into a 'brush' and then bear fruit, becoming more and more ripe 'Fu' fruits."

Su Mu was taken aback; this was clearly sophistry.

But Mi Douzi thought she had convinced him, so she raised her little head high, revealing her fair chin, and looked as proud as a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

Su Mu found the little girl quite amusing, especially seeing that she had already buried the red beans, and couldn't help but recite a line of poetry: "Red beans grow in the south, how many branches will sprout in spring?"

The girl, born in the mountains, clearly couldn't grasp the meaning of such exquisite poetry and couldn't help but ask, "How many branches will spring forth?"

"ha----"

Su Mu was overjoyed when he heard this.

Then I saw that clear yet foolish look in the other person's eyes again.

They couldn't help but laugh again.

Midouzi was confused and wondered if there was something wrong with her question.

Su Mu then smiled and explained, "I was just reciting a line of poetry, and the second half of the line is, 'I wish you would gather more of this, for it is the most cherished symbol of love.'"

Seeing that Ni Douzi still didn't quite understand, he continued to explain: "Red beans grow in the sunny south, and every spring they sprout many new branches. I hope that those who miss you will pick many, because they best express feelings of longing."

For the people of this region, this poetry was far too elegant; even the royal family had been pursuing the mysterious Eastern poetry.

When she understood the meaning of the poem, Ni Douzi's face turned bright red. But when she thought about the red bean porridge she made for her husband yesterday, she suddenly wondered if her husband was teasing her, or if he was telling her that she wanted him to "pluck more of her" when she made him the red bean porridge yesterday.

Suddenly, the woman's face turned bright red, almost as if blood could drip from it. They weren't even married yet, so how could they possibly pick anything?

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