Demon Slayer: I am a Demon

Chapter 134 Eight-Armed Asura (4/4 (Two-in-One))

The death of the powerful Hand Demon is an extremely strong deterrent to other demons. No matter how deeply they are entangled in their desire for human flesh and blood, they understand that it is definitely not something they can provoke.

Moreover, there are plenty of prey on the mountaintop; there's no need to gnaw on this hard bone that's bound to break your teeth.

Thus, Su Mu and his companions enjoyed a rare moment of peace and quiet.

Su Mu found some clean water and then found a slightly secluded place for Zhen Gu to go in and change her clothes.

While Makomo was changing her clothes, Su Mu also turned his attention to the character panel in his mind. Race: Demon Lifespan: Infinite Abilities: Immortality (All), Super Healing, Robust Body Weakness: 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: 3.5 + 0.5 (The constitution of a normal adult is 1.)

Agility: 3.4 + 0.5 (The agility of a normal adult is 1.)

Strength: 3.3 + 0.5 (The strength of a normal adult is 1.)

Mental state: 5.7 + 0.5 (The normal mental state for an adult is 1.)

The death of the Hand Demon increased all of his attributes by 0.5. Although the increase was significant, it was only equivalent to killing five ordinary evil spirits. To be honest, compared to the danger brought by killing the evil spirits, it was not worth it.

Su Mu originally thought that the Hand Ghost should possess Blood Demon Arts, but it was clear that the Hand Ghost did not.

However, it wasn't without its advantages. For example, after absorbing the Hand Demon, he also gained the Hand Demon's abilities, which were undoubtedly very powerful.

He couldn't help but look towards where Makomo was changing. It was always troublesome and time-consuming for girls to change, so she probably wouldn't be out for a while.

So he took off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body.

Kanao stood beside her uncle, looking at him with some confusion as he suddenly took off his shirt.

Tanjiro was also puzzled by the adult's actions.

Then, to the horror of the two men, Su Mu took the knife and slashed his own neck.

"clang!"

It was like striking a hard rock.

His neck was stiff, though not as stiff as the Hand Demon's. It still managed to leave a bloody gash on his neck, but it wasn't serious. As soon as the knife was withdrawn, the wound completely healed.

"Its hardness is probably only half that of the Hand Demon, but I feel it can be further improved through training."

He murmured softly.

This is one of the Hand Demon's most prominent abilities, which it acquires after absorbing another Hand Demon.

The other ability is the tentacle-like power of the Hand Demon.

I closed my eyes slightly, and my consciousness settled on my back.

Then, to Tanjiro's horrified gaze, the flesh on his back began to grow wildly, slowly sprouting eight arms.

Perhaps because his eight arms had only just grown, Su Mu was still somewhat unaccustomed to them; some arms were clenched into fists, while others were flailed wildly, even hitting himself in the process.

However, this chaos was gradually brought under control once Su Mu focused his attention.

He approached a somewhat terrified Tanjiro, and an arm shot out from behind him, snatching the axe from Tanjiro's hand. He then swung it repeatedly, moving to a nearby tree and breaking off branches. Each arm behind him was performing a different action—chopping, hacking, stabbing—

Su Mu felt that he could carry different weapons in the future, such as longswords, giant axes, and spiked clubs.

If we face an enemy again in the future, and suddenly all eight arms unleash their weapons, it would be difficult for most people to cope. I feel that even if we were to face Akaza now, he would be caught off guard for a while.

"It looks a bit like an eight-armed Asura."

Su Mu turned around and looked at the eight arms that had grown behind him. He was quite satisfied with the Hand Ghost's ability.

Seeing Tanjiro looking at him with a terrified expression, he smiled kindly and said, "Did I scare you?"

"No—no—"

Tanjiro unconsciously took a step back, then lowered his head, a slight sheen of cold sweat glistening on his forehead.

He smiled, and with a thought, the eight arms on his back retracted into his body, as if they had never existed.

"Tap tap tap—"

As he withdrew his arm behind his back, Makomo had already changed and come out, holding the smiling fox mask with its eyes closed in her hand, her hair still wet.

As soon as Makomo stepped out, she saw a tall man with his upper body bare, his dark eyes scanning her up and down.

His gaze inevitably fell upon the other man's strong muscles, then, blushing, he turned his head away: "What are you doing—"

"Ha—, my clothes are too dirty, I'm going to change them."

He smiled and took a piece of clothing from his bag and put it on.

After Su Mu put his shirt back on, Makomo turned around again, her face slightly flushed. Perhaps sensing this, Makomo put the smiling fox mask with closed eyes back on.

Su Mu picked up a branch and put it into the campfire, making the flames even bigger.

"I never expected you to be so skilled, able to even cut through such a tough neck."

Makomo stood around the campfire, looking at Su Mu with curiosity in her beautiful eyes, as if she were seeing him for the first time.

I feel like I can see through this person less and less. Compared to myself wearing a mask, I can really sense that the other person is the one wearing the mask.

"Is that so?"

Su Mu smiled and pointed to the wine flask at the girl's waist: "Now, may I have a sip of wine?"

Makomo hesitated for a moment before handing over the wine jug.

He took the wine jug and took a big gulp.

"You seem to enjoy drinking?"

Makomo wrapped her clothes tighter around her and moved closer to the campfire, but even so, the mountaintop of Fujikasa Mountain was still quite cold at night. Meanwhile, the other person, who had just been shirtless and was now dressed in very thin clothes, seemed to feel nothing at all, and his body was obviously stronger than she had imagined.

"fine."

Su Mu took a sip of his drink, savoring the taste of the alcohol in his throat, and glanced at Makomo: "Are you alright?"

"fine."

Makomo gave the same answer as Su Mu had just given: she had been hit on the back by one of the Hand Demon's tentacles while fighting the Hand Demon, and she still felt a burning pain in her back.

However, I feel almost completely better now.

After asking Makomo, Su Mu turned his gaze to Tanjiro: "Where is Tanjiro?"

"I feel almost better."

Tanjiro lowered his head and immediately replied, perhaps still not fully recovered from seeing the eight arms growing from the adult's back.

"That's good."

He took another sip, took out the prepared rice balls from his bag, and began to heat them up next to the campfire.

Once the rice balls were heated up, Su Mu distributed some to everyone.

The three people and the ghost sat around the campfire, eating rice balls. The firelight illuminated their faces, and apart from Kanao, whose eyes were only on her uncle, the others were clearly preoccupied.

So everyone fell silent, as was unusual, and just stared at the flames of the campfire.

Perhaps it was because daylight was approaching, even the ghosts hunting on the mountaintop stopped hunting, and the entire mountaintop seemed to become much quieter.

"Crackling and popping."

The sound of burning wood broke the silence. Makomo seemed to snap out of her reverie. Her face was obscured by the mask, but her eyes were red, probably because she had just thought of something sad.

"Would you like some wine too?"

Su Mu glanced at Makomo, whose eyes were red-rimmed, and handed the sake pot to the girl.

The girl picked up the wine jug and started drinking, but she was clearly not a good drinker. After only a few sips, she couldn't help but cough violently.

As soon as her cough subsided, the girl picked up the wine jug again and started drinking.

When Tanjiro saw this, he looked up, wanting to say something, but seeing that the adult didn't, he shut his mouth.

After taking a few more sips, the girl began coughing violently again.

Perhaps because she couldn't hold her liquor very well, the girl seemed a little tipsy, her eyes glazed over: "I thought—you would try to persuade me."

After taking another sip, the girl looked up at Su Mu.

"Why try to persuade them?"

Su Mu looked at the increasingly intoxicated girl and said, "Get drunk, get completely drunk, forget all the unpleasant things from the past in your drunken dreams, and when you wake up tomorrow, everything will be wonderful."

"I hope that when I wake up tomorrow, all the pain will be forgotten."

The girl picked up the wine jug and poured more into her mouth, becoming more and more intoxicated with each sip.

As she got drunk, the usually well-behaved girl started muttering incessantly.

Or they might recount the happy times they spent with their senior classmates.

Or perhaps it tells the story of a boy named Cuo Tu who once vowed to protect his most respected master, Urokodaki.

She also recounted the days she spent hunting demons with Hiroshi Furukawa, revealing that she knew he had feelings for her, but she didn't know how to reject him before he was cruelly murdered by a demon.

She then recounted the departure of her senior brothers and sisters, speaking of her most respected Master Urokodaki as he heard the lonely silhouettes of his disciples, one by one, who would never return.

As she spoke, the girl began to cry.

Although the hand demon that killed his senior brother, senior sister, and Sabito has been killed, the sadness of the past still remains.

The bitter wine goes down your throat, and the more you drink, the more bitter it becomes.

Looking at the girl who was completely drunk and had even started to dance around, Su Mu also regretted letting Makomo drink too much.

Tanjiro, who could sense people's emotions through his breath, could also feel the sadness and pressure in Makomo's heart. He couldn't help but glance at the adult and roughly understood why the adult wasn't trying to persuade her.

Perhaps getting drunk is a good way to release the pressure that has been weighing on one's heart. If everything is kept buried inside, problems will inevitably arise one day.

Seeing that Makomo was becoming more and more intoxicated, Su Mu opened his bag, found some thick clothes and spread them around the campfire, then pulled the girl, who was dancing and laughing and crying by the campfire, to sit down on them.

He reached out and gently removed the mask from the girl's face.

That girl's face, like a sweetheart from next door, was streaked with tears.

He looked at the girl and smiled gently: "Your face is all stained from crying."

"Is there?"

The intoxicated girl unconsciously reached out and touched her wet face.

"Not completely drunk yet."

Su Mu asked in a low voice, "Are you worried that ghosts might come?"

The girl's dreamy eyes opened slightly.

"Don't worry, leave everything to me. You've had quite a bit to drink, so take a good rest."

The girl's dreamy eyes gazed at the man's gentle gaze, paused slightly, then lowered her head and whispered, "Just one more sip."

Su Mu handed the wine jug to the girl.

Makomo took the sake bottle and gulped it down. Perhaps he had gotten used to the strong liquor, as he no longer coughed as he had at the beginning.

The girl's alcohol tolerance was already low, and after taking such a large gulp, she finally couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes became blurry with drunkenness, and her petite body went limp.

Su Mu reached out and put his arm around the girl's waist, letting her wave her hands wildly as he listened to the drunk girl uttering incoherent nonsense.

"You're really hard to understand, but you seem so gentle and kind."

The girl buried her head in his chest, muttering softly, and then vomited a large amount of undigested food.

Su Mu looked down at the scene and shook his head helplessly. Then, he took the towel that Tanjiro handed him and wiped the filth from the corner of Makomo's mouth. He then helped her to the place where clothes were laid out, helped her lie down, and covered her with thick clothes.

"Get some rest. When you wake up tomorrow, everything will be alright."

He looked at the girl with her eyes closed, shook his head slightly, and while cleaning the vomit off his body, he looked at Tanjiro who was looking at him and said, "You should get some rest too."

Tanjiro paused for a moment, then nodded. He took a thicker piece of clothing from his bag, laid it on, and slept fully clothed on a dry, soft spot by the campfire.

Su Mu went to a secluded spot to change his clothes. Seeing Kanao still sitting there waiting for him to return, he smiled and walked over, gently patting the girl's head: "You should go to sleep too."

Kanao looked up at him with her pinkish-purple eyes and said softly, "Kanao wants Uncle to hold me while I sleep."

"Ha, still like a child."

He patted Kanao on the head, sat down next to Makomo, and patted his own thigh.

Kanao came to his side, nestled in his arms, and looked up at him with her pinkish-purple eyes: "Uncle, goodnight."

Goodnight, Kanao.

He whispered, watching the girl gently close her eyes, watching her long eyelashes slowly calm down from their trembling.

He reached out and found a thicker garment in the bag next to him, then covered the girl with it.

They threw a few more pieces of firewood into the campfire to make the flames burn brighter.

He sat quietly, gently holding Kanao, watching the ever-burning campfire, until hurried footsteps approached.

He raised his head slightly, looked at the person who had come, and put his hand to his mouth, making a "shh" gesture.

The black-haired, blue-eyed boy wearing a magatama pendant stopped in his tracks, looking at the scene before him with some shock.

Su Mu pointed to the empty space near the campfire.

Kaigaku hesitated for a moment, then gripped his Nichirin Blade and sat down by the campfire.

Su Mu added another piece of firewood to the campfire, and the flames burned even more fiercely.

"Rest assured, I'll keep watch here, no ghosts will come."

He looked at Yue and spoke softly and gently.

Kaigaku didn't believe Su Mu. Holding his Nichirin Blade, he sat quietly by the campfire, his blue eyes half-closed, pretending to doze off.

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