Demon Slayer: I am a Demon

Withdrawing his gaze and closing the window, Su Mu led Kanao downstairs to the second floor.

"Is there anything you need to pack?"

He looked at Kanao, who was following behind him.

Kanao shook her head.

The girl had nothing to begin with, so naturally she had nothing to pack.

"Then wait a moment, and we'll leave here."

Su Mu spoke softly, then went to the mirror in the room, picked up the comb, and waved to Kanao.

Kanao immediately came to him obediently and looked at him, her beautiful pinkish-purple eyes full of dependence.

For some reason, he felt a heavy weight in his heart. If it were before, he wouldn't have cared about anything else, but now he had more concerns.

Suddenly, I worried that if I died, how would this dull, autistic girl survive?

However, he soon laughed. If he died, he wouldn't feel anything, so naturally there wouldn't be anything to worry about.

If they're dead, then why bother with so much concern?

"Uncle will comb your hair."

He patted Kanao's head, which she hadn't paid attention to all day.

Kanao is a very well-behaved and obedient girl, and she obediently turned her back.

Su Mu picked up the comb and began to clean it slowly. Compared to the messy and tangled hair at the beginning, the girl's hair was now very clean. Although some of the hair was dry and yellow due to malnutrition, most of the hair was still black and smooth.

I feel that if she continues to get enough nutrition, Kanao's hair will definitely become black, shiny, long, and thick in the future.

While tidying up Kanao's hair, Su Mu said to himself, "If you encounter any danger, don't worry about your uncle."

Kanao blinked, somewhat confused.

"If your uncle isn't around anymore, remember to take good care of yourself. Don't always be so absent-minded. No one else will take special care of you. Remember to listen to your inner voice..."

He didn't know whether Kanao understood him or not, he just kept talking silently.

After he put the butterfly hair clip he had bought on Kanao, he realized that Kanao's hand had grabbed the hem of his clothes and was squeezing it tightly.

He stared at her, slightly stunned, then patted Kanao's head: "You're gripping so tightly, you're wrinkling my clothes. Let go."

Kanao clearly obeyed his orders, releasing her grip almost immediately, but her eyes remained fixed on him as if she would run away or... abandon him at any moment.

Sensing the girl's dependence, Su Mu fell silent for a moment, then reached out and tapped her on the head with his finger: "Don't always look at me like that, it makes me feel uncomfortable."

Kanao immediately lowered her head.

Su Mu then found a thick coat in the house and draped it over Kanao so that she wouldn't get cold even when traveling at night.

He then put gloves on the girl's small hands, looked her up and down, and finally showed a satisfied expression.

Only then did he begin packing his things, starting with his Nichirin Blade. He first gently wrapped the Nichirin Blade in a cloth, then put on a coat-like garment and wrapped the Nichirin Blade inside the coat, so that it was impossible to tell from the outside that he was carrying a weapon.

However, when the Nichirin Blade was close to his heart, he felt a sudden panic and shortness of breath.

The faint heat emanating from the Nichirin Blade in particular sent a deep sense of unease through him, as if he were about to be plunged into the terror of death.

He closed his eyes slightly, suppressing the discomfort that welled up in his heart, and forced himself to endure the nausea that made him want to vomit.

As a weapon for slaying demons, the Nichirin Blade is clearly not suitable for demons to wield. In fact, keeping the Nichirin Blade by one's side for a long time will weaken the demon itself.

This is probably why no demon possesses the Nichirin Blade.

But for Su Mu, he needed this weapon, not because it was particularly sharp or good, but because it was a weapon capable of slaying evil spirits.

He was wary of the Demon Slayer Corps.

But he was just as wary of ghosts.

After tidying everything up and making sure everything was in order, he prepared to leave. For a ghost like him, this place was no longer safe to stay in; he had to get out of the city as soon as possible.

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As they walked out of the inn hand in hand with Kanao, they saw a "Dokomi" and a man with a wisteria flower mark on his body enter the inn and begin to question them.

I vaguely heard them talking about whether there were any recently checked-in guests and whether there was anything strange or unusual happening around them.

Su Mu was secretly glad that he had come out early. If these people had come looking for him, his unusual behavior would have been easily noticed. After all, he had never appeared at the hotel during the day, which would have been enough to attract attention.

Stepping out, Su Mu didn't head straight for the city gate. Instead, he blended into the crowd like someone strolling around the city at night. He even bought two servings of Japanese fried oysters from a food stall.

Fresh oysters are coated in flour, egg, breadcrumbs, and other seasonings and deep-fried until golden brown. They are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and served with lemon juice and tartar sauce for an incredibly delicious flavor.

He bought two, one for Kanae and one for himself, and the two of them walked and ate like any other people strolling around town at night.

Of course, the ghost's taste buds made him unable to appreciate the deliciousness of the oysters, and they tasted like chewing wax, but he still pretended that they were very delicious.

And so, they strolled along without attracting much attention, and slowly arrived at the city gate.

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At a stall near the city gate, Hiroshi Furukawa sipped his tea while observing the people leaving the city at night. Soon, he noticed a pair of people who looked like a father and daughter, eating fried oysters as they walked in his direction.

The man was bending over, head down, gently feeding the girl his fried oysters.

Because he was bent over and looking down, he couldn't see the man's face or eyes clearly, but Hiroshi Furukawa didn't think that such a person could be a demon. Demons wouldn't treat their "food" so gently, so he naturally ignored it.

The girl, however, did not bend down to let him see the other person's face.

For a moment, a sense of familiarity washed over him, reminding him of the girl he had met in Taro Town.

The girl I met in Taro Town was dirty, listless, and looked very pitiful.

The girl in front of me had delicate eyebrows, fluttering pinkish-purple eyes, and her clothes were clean and tidy, indicating that she was well taken care of.

"Same age, different fates."

Hiroshi Furukawa shook his head slightly. One was a princess who was pampered, while the other was...

Some people feel a sense of melancholy, realizing that while flowers are always similar, people are always different, and the same people can have different fates.

For some reason, I thought of myself. Others my age probably already have found girls they like, have their own families, and are living happily.

But now I'm on the path of demon hunting, a path of slaughter, and I don't know if I'll see the sun rise again tomorrow or the day after.