Demon Slayer: I am a Demon

Taro Town

The girl with beautiful pink eyes struggled to carry a full bucket of water home. Her petite body swayed as she moved slowly, and soon she arrived at the door of her somewhat dilapidated house.

A raggedly dressed man, reeking of alcohol, stood at the door, speaking eagerly to a richly dressed man beside him. Upon seeing the girl carrying water, he turned to the richly dressed man and said ingratiatingly, "Lord Ichiro, this is my daughter. Lord Ichiro, what do you think? How much would you sell her for?"

"Too thin."

Akiyama Ichiro looked at the girl and shook his head.

"Lord Ichiro, don't let my daughter's thinness fool you, she's very easy to raise. She doesn't eat much, I only feed her once every few days and she's still perfectly fine. Also, look, she's very sensible, obedient, and well-behaved. No matter how much you beat her, she doesn't dare to fight back..."

Akiyama Ichiro didn't say anything, but looked the girl over. Although the girl's eyes were a little empty and stiff, her pinkish-purple eyes were as bright as stars. Although her cheeks were pale due to malnutrition, her features were still very beautiful. If she was properly cared for, she would definitely grow into an extremely beautiful woman in the future.

Ichiro Akiyama was extremely confident in his judgment, and he believed that whether he played with such high-quality goods himself or sold them, he would make a fortune.

I heard that the other party originally had eleven children, but they beat them to death and starved ten of them to death. Only this girl survived. If the other children were of the same quality as this girl, I don't know how much money I could make if I bought them all.

Thinking about all this, Akiyama Ichiro sighed at the other party's stupidity and cruelty. After all, they were his own children; how could parents be so heartless?

However, if the other party hadn't been so heartless, I probably wouldn't have been able to buy such excellent goods.

"I'll increase the price a little more for you."

……

The thin girl struggled to walk into the house carrying the bucket of water. She had overheard her father's conversation with others and heard the news that he was going to sell her. She showed no emotion; her eyes were empty and numb.

If other children heard that they had been sold by their parents, they would probably cry and make a scene out of sadness, but the girl did not feel the slightest bit of sadness when she heard this.

For her, sadness has gradually faded into the distance.

From birth, she has never received any gentle treatment. She is not quite sure how she has survived to this day. In the beginning, she would cry and make a fuss, but every time she cried and made a fuss, she would only be beaten by her father. As long as she cried, she would be severely beaten.

Gradually, she stopped crying.

Sometimes, even something slightly happy, like finally managing to eat a piece of rice and smiling, might trigger a beating from a parent in a bad mood.

So, gradually, I stopped laughing.

The bittersweet emotions were slowly buried deep inside him with each beating. As his older brother and sister, who had been taking care of him, were beaten to death by his parents one by one, he gradually became less and less able to feel other emotions and slowly lost the ability to express his feelings.

Gradually, I stopped having any expectations for tomorrow.

……

After agreeing on the price, Akiyama Ichiro paid and said to the man reeking of alcohol:

"I have some things to take care of today. I'll come back in a couple of days to take him away. He can stay here with you for the next couple of days."

"Okay, Ichiro-sama."

The man, reeking of alcohol, happily accepted the money from selling his daughter.

At this moment, the girl who had been struggling to carry the water bucket, who hadn't felt sad even if her parents sold her, raised her head for once. Her pinkish-purple eyes flickered intensely, but when she saw her father, who reeked of alcohol, she shrank back in fear.

It wasn't because her father sold her that she felt anything; it was simply the emotion that suddenly arose in her heart because she was about to leave this home.

It wasn't because there was anything in this house that the girl cared about; it was simply because once she left, she would never be able to see that gentle uncle again at night.

She didn't want to leave home.

I still want to see my uncle every night.

The first time I truly experienced warmth, the first time I truly felt treated with gentleness.

But these things... are gradually fading away.

Her small fists clenched unconsciously, but it was all in vain. No matter how warm it was, it would eventually be lost, and all that awaited her was endless cold.

The girl's eyes gradually became unfocused, and her beautiful, slightly bright pinkish-purple eyes slowly turned wooden and stiff, like an emotionless puppet.

…………

Neither the parents who sold the child nor Akiyama Ichiro, who bought slaves, cared about the girl's feelings. The girl carried the bucket into the house and did not continue working as usual.

In the past, when her father was alive, she had to work non-stop, otherwise she would inevitably be beaten by him.

But this time, she just stood there blankly at the door, shrinking into the corner.

The man, reeking of alcohol, instinctively raised his fist at his lazy daughter, but just as he was about to strike, he remembered that he had already sold her. If he hurt her, he would have a hard time explaining it to the buyer. In the end, he could only lower his fist and sneer, "Don't run around. If I find you running around, I'll beat you to death."

The girl just huddled in the corner by the door, seemingly oblivious to her father's words.

The man, reeking of alcohol, didn't care. He had just made a lot of money selling his daughter and was going to gamble it out at the casino. He felt that his luck was absolutely good and he was sure to win a lot of money.

The girl quietly huddled in the corner by the door, looking up at the sky. Her beautiful pinkish-purple eyes were devoid of any color, and she seemed like a soulless puppet. Only as the sun gradually set did her lifeless eyes begin to brighten slightly.

Clear, powerful footsteps came from afar.

"Little girl, have you seen anyone wearing the same clothes as us recently?"

A man passing by, dressed in tight black clothes, stopped, knelt down in front of the girl, and asked her in a gentle tone.

The girl's eyes were blank and devoid of any color.

Seeing the girl's thin and pitiful appearance, as if she hadn't eaten for a long time, Hiroshi Furukawa sighed, took out some change from his pocket, and handed it to the girl.

Seeing that the girl remained unmoved, Hiroshi Furukawa still gave her some advice:

"Remember to go inside when the sun goes down, it can be dangerous outside after dark."

After saying that, Hiroshi Furukawa shook his head and left.

The girl remained quietly huddled in the corner, her lifeless, empty eyes gradually brightening as the sky grew darker.

For girls, there is no sense of danger outside at night.