Demon Slayer: I am a Demon

Chapter 125 The Destination of the Soul (2/4 (Combined))

A petite girl in a white kimono, with a youthful face, carrying a lantern, hurried past a courtyard surrounded by wisteria trees. Her hair was an extremely rare white, appearing like frost in the soft moonlight.

After walking through the courtyard and arriving at the gate, there stood another girl who looked exactly the same, with identical appearance and demeanor.

"Father has already gone to sleep. Is there any urgent news?"

The girl standing at the door asked in a low voice.

"It's a message from the retired Urokodaki-senpai. There's no indication that it needs to be sent urgently, but my father once said that if it's news about the 'Pillars,' we should inform him immediately."

"But Father has already gone to rest."

The girl standing at the door seemed somewhat reluctant.

"Send the message over."

A gentle voice came from inside the house.

The white-haired girl standing at the door sighed softly and walked into the house with the white-haired girl who came in.

"Cough cough————"

A violent coughing sound rang out, and a tall, slender man struggled to his feet, draping a garment over his shoulders.

"Hina, who sent this message?"

The man raised his head, revealing a terrifying face in the flickering candlelight. From the bridge of his nose upwards, almost the entire face was covered in purple, the skin as wrinkled as old tree bark, while the lower half of his face was perfectly normal.

"It's a message from Urokodaki-senpai."

Ubuyashiki Hina and her younger sister, Hangna, rushed forward to help their father, their eyes filled with worry as they looked at him, who was breathing heavily.

My father's health is deteriorating. Is he resorting to opportunism again? I wonder how much key information about the future he can foresee this time.

However, due to the actions of the traitor Muzan Kibu, the Ubuyashiki clan has been severely cursed. Children born into this family are weak and sickly, with short lifespans, especially the males. Even those who survive through the bloodline of a priest generally don't live past thirty. Now, my father is nearing thirty, and he's still consulting the oracle; perhaps—

The man took the letter, and Hina immediately held up the candle and leaned forward to look at the words on it. Ubuyashiki Kagaya, the head of the household, showed amazement in his eyes.

"The inheritor of the Breath of the Sun".

As the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps, Kagaya Ubuyashiki is naturally familiar with the "Breath of the Sun," the original breathing technique. Once upon a time, swordsmen who practiced the "Breath of the Sun" were the main force against demons. At that time, they could even deal with the Upper Moons of the Twelve Demon Moons. But now, when facing the Upper Moons of the Twelve Demon Moons, almost all of them have been defeated and, without exception, have been devoured by demons, even the Pillars.

"The successor to Yoriichi Tsugikuni's will."

Kagaya Ubuyashiki watched, muttering to himself.

That was the most powerful swordsman in the history of the Demon Slayer Corps, a swordsman who even instilled fear in Muzan Kibutsuji.

"If I can inherit the 'Sun Breathing' technique from the Demon Slayer Corps, I'll have a stronger foundation when fighting demons in the future."

Ubuyashiki Kōya whispered.

"What does Father mean?"

"Hinako, who is next to me, asked in a low voice."

"Special treatment: even without participating in the swordsman exam, you can directly become a Demon Slayer Corps swordsman. As for the rest, it depends on Urokodaki-senpai's decision."

Kagaya Ubuyashiki whispered instructions to the people around him.

"Yes, Father, I'll take care of it right away."

The younger sister, Hang Nai, immediately bowed and silently withdrew.

Chuyi stepped forward and helped her father continue resting, asking with concern, "Father, did you do another divination?"

"Um."

"How is the father? Is there any key information?"

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"The future is chaotic, a blur—"

Kagaya Ubuyashiki sighed softly, and after saying only a few words, he couldn't help but start coughing violently, indicating that his health was getting worse.

The birds, still resting, flapped their wings and flew into the air, chirping in dissatisfaction, because of the sudden appearance of early-rising humans.

The still-shrouded mist of the Misty Mountain was broken by the sound of shouting and training.

Wearing simple clothes, Urokodaki Sakonji walked to the window and looked outside. The newly moved-in family had already started making a fuss. The man named Su Mu had gotten up and was almost shirtless. He was moving trees and driving stakes into the ground to build a more suitable dwelling for humans.

Watching the man carrying the heavy tree trunk with incredible speed, Urokodaki Sakonji marveled at the youth of these people.

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Then, we see Tanjiro sparring with another girl named Kanao in an open space, wielding an axe.

Tanjiro, a boy, was no match for the girl. Kanao easily dodged almost every attack, while Kanao's attacks always landed easily on Tanjiro, leaving him in a sorry state each time.

"This girl's eyes, her perception of battle qi, her speed, her agility are all very strong! Even her strength is not bad."

Urokodaki Sakonji only observed for a short while before he couldn't help but marvel.

However, Urokodaki Sakonji immediately turned his gaze to Tanjiro. Although he was always the loser and was beaten badly, the boy never got discouraged. Instead, he became more courageous with each setback and seemed to be stronger each time.

Moreover, one can sense that with each battle, this person is summarizing their experience, and each time, they seem to make progress.

This made Urokodaki Sakonji think of his disciple Seito. In fact, he saw the shadow of Seito in this boy, with the same sunny and enthusiastic attitude and the same kind of spirit.

Although Kanao currently holds the advantage, Urokodaki Sakonji believes that it won't be long before Tanjiro catches up.

Not only what was in front of him, but Urokodaki Sakonji also saw the children who had already started doing their own things, and he also saw the smoke gradually rising from the chimney. Clearly, the lady of the house was also busy.

It's a lively, warm, and energetic family.

This is Urokodaki Sakonji's assessment of the newly moved-in family.

"Da da da————"

A series of somewhat disordered footsteps sounded, and it was Makomo, wearing a mask and carrying a sword, who walked to the spacious courtyard in front of the door. The girl first glanced at the newly moved-in family who were already up, and then began to practice diligently as well.

Urokodaki Sakon noticed that Makomo seemed somewhat annoyed, probably because she felt that she didn't get up as early as this family.

In fact, he didn't expect this family to get up so early. The adults were fine, but even the very young children were already very sensible.

As the fog in the mountains began to dissipate, Su Mu led Kanao and Tanjiro, who had been sparring for a while but had already rested, and then called on Nezuko to come to Urokodaki Sakonji's place again.

We arrived at the door.

He saw Makomo, who had just stopped practicing her sword and was slightly out of breath, looking at him as he approached.

"Hello there."

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Su Mu nodded gently to the petite girl.

"Hello there."

Makomo bowed politely, her short black hair falling across her face as she moved, though her face was obscured by a mask, making it impossible to see the girl's expression.

Su Mu smiled and said, "I'm here to see Senior Linlong."

"Your master should already be waiting for you."

"Ha, I'm still a bit late."

Su Mu sighed softly, then looked at Makomo, who was still slightly out of breath, and smiled, "Did you eat breakfast?"

"I was just about to do it in a bit."

Makomo nodded.

"That's perfect. Madam Kui made some extra this morning. If you two don't mind, you can come and eat with us."

"No need to trouble yourself."

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Makomo shook her head.

Su Mu didn't press the matter. He smiled at her and walked into the house, brushing past the girl.

Upon reaching the doorway, Urokodaki Sakonji was already standing there, a sword at his waist. Looking at Su Mu leading his men, he couldn't help but sigh, "You are more diligent than many swordsmen."

Makomo, who had just walked over, blushed slightly upon hearing her master's words. She had been training later than these people in the morning, which made her very embarrassed. However, because of the mask covering her face, no one could see that Makomo's face was flushed.

"This is a precious time for progress; how can we waste it?"

Su Mu smiled.

Urokodaki Sakonji was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Indeed, time is precious. In the blink of an eye, I've grown old."

He sighed, his expression turning serious: "Just now, I saw you training not far away. Although I don't know everything, I have a general understanding. Now, I will begin training you based on your situation."

"I will completely follow Urokodaki-senpai's arrangements."

Su Mu nodded: "However, there are still younger children like Takeo, Hanako, and Shigeru. I hope Urokodaki-senpai can offer some guidance."

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Urokodaki Sakonji was a great teacher. Under his guidance, they corrected many of the mistakes in their previous training. Even though he didn't understand "fighting spirit," he could still give Kanao some advice.

Under Urokodaki Sakonji's guidance, Su Mu felt that his understanding of himself was clearer. In the past, his understanding of many things, whether it was swordsmanship or breathing techniques, was all based on his own exploration.

Even though I've developed a set of methods that suit me, there are always some unavoidable mistakes.

Sakonji Urokodaki, who has gone further and has more experience, can undoubtedly provide a lot of experience and help avoid some wrong paths.

Time always passes by in busyness and fulfillment.

Every day, Su Mu is either busy building houses or following Tanjiro to receive guidance from Urokodaki. Sometimes he will also go down the mountain to buy some essential daily necessities.

He was not short of money. Although he was not a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps and did not receive any salary, it was still easy for him to make some money at night.

A few more days passed, and the assessment for "Fujiyama" was about to begin. He had already noted—

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Noticing that Urokodaki Sakonji was acting strangely while teaching them, Makomo, who was wearing a mask, was no longer as diligent. She would either stay by Urokodaki Sakonji's side or sit alone on the stone covered with sword marks.

Makomo sat alone on the stone covered with sword marks for a long time, gently stroking the marks on the stone.

Those who left behind the sword marks have mostly left, except for her and only Giyu Tomioka.

She was not afraid of death and had long been prepared to die on this road, but in her heart, there was always something she could not let go of. Just as Cuotu entrusted himself to take good care of his master before leaving, she also wanted to entrust someone before leaving.

But she—

I can't find anyone to entrust my case to.

Now she is the last one.

If she were to leave too, her most respected master would be left all alone, which was what she couldn't let go of the most, and she was even more afraid and worried that her master would once again place all the blame on her.

Will I repeat the mistakes of my seniors?

Under the gentle moonlight, Makomo gazed at the bright moon hanging in the dark night, watching the cool moonlight fall upon her, and then—

Turning back, I looked at that huge rock, covered in sword marks.

"If I also fail, let my soul remain here."

She lowered her head and sighed softly. When she raised her head again, the girl's eyes had become firm.

The girl drew her Nichirin Blade from her waist and, under the moonlight, slashed out, carving her own mark on the hard boulder.

Sheathing his sword, Makomo hurried back.

Halfway there, the girl stopped and looked up. Under the gentle moonlight, the man sat on a tree branch, holding a leaf and playing a tune she couldn't understand. Although she couldn't understand it, it sounded very nice.

Seemingly sensing the girl's arrival, Su Mu jumped down from the tree and landed in front of Makomo.

His figure was very tall and imposing, exuding a powerful aura. Makomo had to look up to see his handsome face under the moonlight.

Over the past few days, Makomo has gradually become familiar with this person, as well as the Kamado family.

He must be a very good person.

This is Zhen Gu's assessment of this person.

Good evening, Ms. Makomo.

Su Mu looked at the girl in front of him wearing a fox mask with her eyes closed and a smiling face: "Mind taking a walk together?"

Invited late at night, a lone man and a lone woman, one tall and imposing, the other petite and seemingly fragile—on such a night, if the man were to act on his primal instincts, the woman would generally have little resistance.

Makomo wasn't too afraid, but she felt a little uneasy. After all, walking with someone late at night wasn't a very good idea for a girl.

But I felt that the other person had something to say to me.

So, after a slight hesitation, I nodded.

Su Mu shrugged and walked ahead. Makomo glanced at his tall back, tilted her head, and immediately followed. Soon, Makomo returned to the huge rock where she had been and saw Su Mu staring at it.

This puzzled Makomo.

"Miss Makomo, do you think Sabito's soul might still reside here, continuing to protect his beloved Urokodaki-san?"