Demon Slayer: I am a Demon

Chapter 131 My Lord, You've Become Stronger (2/4 (Two-in-One))

Name: Su Mu Race: Demon Lifespan: Infinite Abilities: Immortality (All), Super Healing, Robust Body Weaknesses: None Status: Perfect Blood Demon Art: Devour (Perfectly acquires the talents, abilities, and Blood Demon Art of the target being devoured)

Swordsmanship: Flying Heaven Sword Style; Breathing Technique: Sun Breathing; Constitution: 3.1 + 0.1 (The constitution of a normal adult is 1.)

Agility: 3.2 + 0.1 (The agility of a normal adult is 1.)

Strength: 3.1 + 0.1 (The strength of a normal adult is 1.)

Mental state: 5.5 + 0.1 (The normal mental state for an adult is 1.)

On the panel, physique, agility, strength, and spirit all increased by 0.1, slightly better than before. And this was after devouring the most ordinary, weakest, and even a demon that had been starving for a whole year.

If one were to devour a powerful evil spirit, the increase in strength would likely be even greater.

Of course, as they grow stronger, the progress brought by these ordinary evil spirits will not be so obvious.

Sensing the changes within himself, he couldn't help but swing his Nichirin Blade once on the spot.

After a little adjustment, he could feel a significant improvement in his strength and speed, to the point that he was somewhat unaccustomed to the change.

However, the enhancement of only 0.1 is nothing compared to the original attribute of 3. Just by swinging the sword slightly and walking around, I felt that I could already control the increased strength.

After feeling that he had gotten used to it, he looked down at the Nichirin Blade in his hand.

Just now, the moment he severed the demon's head with his Nichirin Blade, he felt the throbbing of his blood; that must have been the body's desire to devour.

As soon as he had a thought, he clearly felt the energy of the evil spirits he had slain being absorbed by him.

At first, he thought it would cause some obvious commotion, and he even had a plan on how to explain it, such as that he had the special physique of a "Demon Eater" and could temporarily become a demon by devouring demons, and even obtain the demon's Blood Demon Art, which is similar to Shinazugawa Genya's ability.

They had even considered taking action against Makomo if she really saw through their scheme.

Although reluctant, he had indeed decided to kill Makomo.

Fortunately, the activation of his Blood Demon Art was extremely secretive, and even after the devouring was complete, Makomo did not notice a thing.

Of course, this may also be a factor that Zhenzhu's current strength is not enough.

If it were in front of a "pillar," the Blood Demon Art of "Devour" would likely be detected.

or----

He couldn't help but look at Tanjiro beside him.

Tanjiro, still immersed in grief, looked at the gradually disappearing demon with a puzzled expression, sensing that the demon's scent had almost completely vanished in an instant.

It wasn't a gradual disappearance; it was a sudden, abrupt feeling, as if something had been abruptly pulled away.

Somewhat puzzled, they looked around at the spot where the ghostly corpse had disappeared.

Similarly, Kanao looked at her uncle with curious eyes.

Just now, under her dynamic vision, she could clearly see that the moment her uncle's Nichirin Blade severed the demon's neck, a wisp of red mist, almost invisible to the naked eye, extended from her uncle's wrist. The moment it landed on the demon's body, the demon's exterior appeared normal, but inside, it seemed to wither away instantly.

Seeing Tanjiro standing there with a puzzled expression, and Kanao blinking at him, Su Mu understood. Although the activation of his Blood Demon Art was concealed, it was not undetectable. He should be more vigilant if he were to activate the Blood Demon Art in the future.

Makomo didn't notice these abnormalities. She didn't have Tanjiro's nose that could even smell sadness, nor did she have Kanao's keen eyes. However, she did keenly sense some changes in Tanjiro and Kanao.

Just now, when she said that demons are disgusting creatures and should all be beheaded and killed, both Tanjiro and Kanao showed obvious changes. Tanjiro's emotions seemed a little off, while Kanao's gaze towards her was strange, with an extremely dangerous feeling, which even made her feel a little inexplicable.

Looking at Su Mu, who had just finished slaying the evil spirits and was pacing back and forth nearby, occasionally brandishing his empty sword, Makomo felt even more bewildered.

"What's wrong with you all? You're all acting really strange."

Makomo muttered under her breath.

Su Mu sheathed his sword, walked back, and smiled: "It's my first time slaying an evil spirit. I'm quite excited."

"You merely slayed a defenseless demon."

Makomo recounted the true scene without holding back.

"Ha—indeed, if it weren't for Miss Makomo severing the demon's limbs, how could I have so easily severed the demon's neck?"

He smiled.

Makomo wasn't looking at him. She turned her head and looked at the darkness in the distance: "This ghost is very weak. It's completely different from the ghosts outside. If it were a ghost outside, I wouldn't be like this."

"I must thank Miss Makomo for giving me this opportunity. However, these are indeed ghosts who have been starving for over a year, and living in this area surrounded by wisteria trees will further weaken their strength."

Su Mu nodded as well.

"I really can't understand why my senior brothers and sisters failed with such weak ghosts. They would never have been defeated by these ordinary evil ghosts."

"So, why did they fail?"

Su Mu walked to Makomo's side and stood beside her, looking at the darkness in the distance: "There is absolutely no reason for us to fail. If there is any possibility, it is only here, where there are demons that specialize in torturing and killing Urokodaki disciples."

"A demon that specifically tortures and kills Urokodaki's disciples—"

Makomo unconsciously bit her lip, a surge of uncontrollable anger rising in her heart. If that was the case, then that demon truly deserved to die! He had robbed her of one person after another, leaving her master to sit alone on the mountaintop, filled with guilt time and time again.

But why would such a ghost exist?

Why would someone specifically torture and kill their master's disciple?

What kind of deep-seated grudge could have led to targeting the master for so many years?

Makomo couldn't understand it and felt very distressed.

Su Mu glanced at Makomo. He naturally knew the reason for all this, but he wouldn't say it. He just looked at the fox mask with its closed eyes and smiling face swaying constantly at the top of the tree: "If there really is a demon that specializes in torturing and killing the disciples of Senior Urokodaki, it will definitely come when it sees the disaster-averting mask worn exclusively by Urokodaki's disciples."

Makomo also looked up at the warding-off-disaster mask, her hand gripping the hilt of her sword tightly: "If such a cruel demon exists, I will definitely cut off its head with my own hands."

"I'd also like to cut off the head of that demon."

Su Mu, standing to the side, also spoke with a smile.

Makomo turned her head, looked at Su Mu, and let out a soft snort: "If such a ghost really exists, I won't give it to you."

The night deepened.

Soon, not long after, another ghost smelled the food and came over.

Seeing that the demon was just as weak as before, Makomo did not choose to make a move.

Su Mu patted Tanjiro on the shoulder and said, "Go for it, Tanjiro."

"call----"

The boy exhaled deeply, the scorching breath colliding with the cold air from the mountaintop, even forming a thin mist.

"Such powerful Sun Breathing."

Makomo watched this scene with some admiration, realizing that compared to Water Breathing, Sun Breathing was undoubtedly more violent.

With bluish-purple skin and a ferocious expression, the emaciated demon drooled and stared menacingly at Tanjiro, who was approaching with an axe.

"A little brat, who doesn't even have a Nichirin Blade yet."

The demon crouched slightly, entering hunting mode, its scarlet eyes filled with obvious disdain.

Tanjiro remained silent. This was the first time he had truly faced a demon. Although he was prepared to embark on the path of demon slayers, he still felt nervous when actually confronting such a terrifying creature.

"call----

He took another deep breath.

Unlike others who might be flustered and unable to maintain their composure during their first battle, Tanjiro, though still nervous, held the axe handle firmly and walked with steady steps.

Is this the first time I've faced a demon head-on?

Makomo was shocked by Tanjiro's state; at least, she couldn't have been as shocked as Tanjiro when she first faced a demon.

I guess so.

Su Mu watched this scene quietly. Perhaps Tanjiro hadn't undergone the transformation of losing his family like in the anime, nor had he developed the same inner strength that came with his sister becoming a demon. But some people are just different.

Even without experiencing these sad past events, the aura he exudes, his usual composure, his serious attitude towards work, and his talent in combat all indicate that even if he may not be very successful, he will definitely be able to achieve the best he can currently do.

Similarly, such enthusiasm, compassion, and understanding of others' feelings are most likely to inspire others.

The evil spirits, already suffering from hunger, could no longer resist the food that was right in front of them.

"Little devil, be a good boy and let me swallow your flesh and blood, be a good boy and let me eat you up."

"roar."

With almost a roar, the demon pounced on Tanjiro at incredible speed. Ordinary people would have almost no chance to react to a demon's attack that exceeds the limits of human physical strength.

But those are just ordinary people.

Those who practice "breathing techniques" will gain physical abilities comparable to those of a ghost in a short period of time, as long as they "open their breath".

"Breathe at the same moment" as Tanjiro exhaled and inhaled, a thin mist dissipating in front of him. The hot mist hit his face, causing Tanjiro to squint involuntarily, and he saw the demon rushing towards him.

The ghost's hideous face appeared before them, and they also saw the ghost's sharp claws attacking.

At the same moment, Tanjiro also moved, dodging the demon's attack with lightning speed, and simultaneously unleashing "Sun Breathing: First Form: Waltz" with his axe.

The axe blade, swung along a graceful arc, easily cleaved the demon's neck before the demon's incredulous gaze.

Almost instantly, the demon's head was severed.

Heads flew off, blood spurted out.

For an ordinary person, having their head severed is certain death, but it's different for a demon. This is because Tanjiro wields an axe, not a Nichirin Blade for slaying demons. Even if he cuts off the demon's neck, the demon is still not dead.

The headless demon's body still swung its sharp claws as it lunged at Tanjiro.

Ordinary people would probably shudder at the sight of a corpse that, even with its head severed, is still alive and kicking towards them.

Although Tanjiro had anticipated this situation, he was still shocked by the scene before him, causing his pupils to contract. However, despite his shock, Tanjiro's movements were swift. He swung his axe again in an instant, severing the demon's limbs almost immediately.

The severed limbs, scattered in all directions, were still wriggling, constantly converging towards the body.

The severed head roared and cursed incessantly: "You wretched brat, I'll eat you, eat you! It hurts, it hurts so much!"

Su Mu took a few steps and slowly walked forward.

As the demon, suspicious of the sudden arrival of its kind, swung its blade once more and easily severed the demon's head.

As he swung his sword, his tall figure deliberately blocked his wrist, preventing Makomo behind him from seeing the sight of him wielding the Nichirin Blade and severing the demon's head.

With a single stroke, the head was cleaved open, like splitting a watermelon in two, only unlike a sweet fruit like a watermelon, this one contained white brain matter mixed with crimson blood, giving it a distinctly fishy and sweet appearance.

He was careless and a few drops of blood splattered on his face, staining his handsome face with a crimson hue.

A barely perceptible wisp of crimson mist from his wrist swirled along the blade toward the severed head of the ghost. Almost instantly, the ghost's interior withered away.

As the crimson mist returned to his body, Su Mu's face flushed slightly, and the scarlet glint hidden beneath his dark eyes became even more pronounced.

Tanjiro, who was facing Su Mu, saw all of this clearly.

"M--Master, you've become stronger."

Tanjiro watched all this unfold, sensing the rapidly growing power emanating from the air, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"I'm starting to enjoy the feeling of beheading demons more and more."

Su Mu sheathed his sword, his face still stained with the crimson blood. He turned back to look at Makomo and smiled, "The feeling of beheading a demon is simply too wonderful."

Under the moonlight, specks of crimson fell on the man's handsome face, carrying a hint of evil, which made Makomo turn her head away, unable to bear it.

Su Mu looked at Zi Guang, who had turned his head away, but closed his eyes slightly, feeling the power surging through his body. (Physical Constitution +0.1)

Strength+0.1

Agility+0.1

Spirit +0.1

This ever-flowing power to grow stronger is wonderful, especially the feeling of simply picking off enemies – it's incredibly satisfying.

He doesn't really like fighting.

They dislike battles involving life and death even more.

He really enjoyed this kind of effortless way of ending the enemy's life when they were powerless to resist, even if he possessed overwhelming strength.

He doesn't like to risk his life if possible.

He felt that when he was working himself to the bone, he would look really pathetic.

After beheading the demon, Su Mu sheathed his sword. Tanjiro sensed the demon's sorrowful aura, came to its side, knelt down, and gently closed the demon's eyes.

Makomo looked at the scene before her with a puzzled expression, then looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

The night is still long.