Demon Slayer: I am a Demon

"Please, senior, give me a chance."

Makomo bowed slightly and made her request again.

Under the tree, a slender and beautiful girl made such a sincere request, her voice so pleasant that probably no one would refuse her help.

If it were a regular request or a request for help, Hiroshi Furukawa and his companions would probably not hesitate.

but……

The Ghost Hunter is different.

From the moment they become Demon Slayers, all Demon Slayers understand that hunting demons means not only carrying their own lives, but also the lives of their comrades and those they are saving.

If you fail to hunt a ghost, not only will you die, but your companions will also die, and the person you are trying to rescue will also die.

"terribly sorry."

Hiroshi Furukawa shook his head: "Demon hunting is not as easy as you think. It's very dangerous, and you could die at any time. You haven't even passed the 'Fujikatayama' test, so you're not really suitable."

"Yes, ghost hunters are dangerous."

The swordsman beside him also spoke up: "You should go back."

Feeling a little disappointed at being rejected, Makomo didn't give up. Instead, she looked up at Hiroshi Furukawa and the others and asked, "What would it take for you to let me join?"

"We won't let you join."

One swordsman answered without hesitation: "This is about taking responsibility for your life."

"If you don't give me any chance at all, then I'll just keep following you around. I'm afraid even you seniors won't be able to do anything about it, right?"

The girl behind the fox mask tilted her head slightly, looking at everyone.

Hiroshi Furukawa and the others were momentarily stunned. If Makomo really was following them, they wouldn't have much of a way to deal with her, since the girl had just demonstrated impressive speed.

If they weren't currently tracking the Ghost Hunter, they believed they might have had the time and energy to shake off Makomo, but now, that was clearly not an option.

Searching for the demon hunter's trail while simultaneously shaking off Makomo is incredibly difficult.

"If we encounter a ghost then... it could be very dangerous!"

The girl narrowed her eyes slightly, her voice light and airy, and a sly look appeared on her face hidden behind the mask.

Hiroshi Furukawa's expression was somewhat unpleasant. He looked at the girl standing under the tree, whose attitude was clearly resolute, and finally nodded, saying, "Then I'll give you a chance."

After saying that, he pointed to a swordsman behind him: "If you can last one minute against my companions, I'll agree. If you fail, you can just go back. How about that?"

"no problem."

Makomo clenched her fist slightly, appearing somewhat excited.

"In a moment, immediately enter 'breathing' mode and defeat her."

Hiroshi Furukawa said to his companion beside him.

"Don't worry, boss, we won't give her a chance."

His companion patted his chest, full of confidence. How could someone who had never even experienced the "Fujikatayama" test, and wasn't even a formal Demon Slayer Corps swordsman, possibly be his opponent, especially when she was in "Breathing" mode? He really wasn't going to leave her any room for maneuver.

Hiroshi Furukawa also felt there wouldn't be any problems, and seeing that Makomo was almost ready, he let the two of them begin.

"call……"

Makomo drew her Nichirin Blade from her waist, looked at the swordsman opposite her, and breathed softly.

This was her first time facing a formal Demon Slayer Corps swordsman, and she had even experienced brutal battles with demon hunters. She felt a little nervous, and her heart was pounding wildly at this moment.

"call……"

Exhale gently again, forcing yourself to calm down: "If you feel tense, turn what you want to protect into your breath."

The girl spoke softly, her eyes gradually hardening, and her tension seemed to fade away.

At this moment, the swordsman had already placed his hand on the hilt of his Nichirin Blade, looking at Makomo:

"Are you ready?"

Please give me your guidance.

The girl gripped the knife hilt tightly with her small hands, and her delicate face beneath the mask turned serious.

"kill!"

Almost instantly, the swordsman moved, his blade, as smooth as autumn water, gleaming coldly in the afternoon sunlight.

At this moment, in Makomo's eyes, the swordsman who had just seemed ordinary, even a kind-hearted man, seemed to have instantly transformed into a demon. A sense of oppression, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, made the girl's clenched hands tighten slightly.

"Just how many brutal battles against demons has this senior experienced?"

Startled, the girl also moved. Compared to the swordsman's terrifying killing intent, which was like that of a demon, the girl's sword was as gentle as flowing water.

"boom……"

The swordsman's powerful Nichirin Blade slashed down, seemingly intent on annihilating everything, but when it fell upon the girl, it suddenly seemed to lose its power, and even the oppressive feeling of mountains of corpses and seas of blood seemed to gradually lessen.

Seeing this, Hiroshi Furukawa and the others were all shocked.

The swordsman facing the girl also changed his expression drastically. He felt as if he had struck cotton or soft water, even though he had unleashed an extremely powerful strike. His power was almost completely weakened by the girl's effortless movements.

This feeling was even more unbearable than when he faced those veteran swordsmen who practiced "Water Breathing".

It's incomprehensible that someone who hasn't even participated in the "Fujiyama" assessment, and isn't even a swordsman, could possibly master this skill?

At the same moment, after dodging the swordsman's sharp attack, the girl's figure appeared lightly beside him without anyone noticing. As the swordsman's expression changed drastically, the Nichirin Blade with its lake-blue hilt and pink flowers adorning it was already at his neck.

In an instant, the swordsman froze on the spot.

"You're too kind."

Makomo nimbly retreated, her voice light and ethereal.

Defeated by a girl who wasn't even a swordsman yet, the swordsman's face flushed with shame, and he retreated dejectedly.

The other swordsmen stood there in disbelief.

Wasn't it said that Lady Urokodaki wasn't suitable to be a trainer? In fact, none of Lady Urokodaki's disciples have passed the swordsman test of Fujikasayama so far. How come the opponent is so strong? Ordinary swordsmen probably wouldn't be her match, right?

Under the tree, the girl wearing a fox mask quietly watched Hiroshi Furukawa and the others. However, a deep sense of doubt arose in her heart. She seemed to be no weaker than these swordsmen who had already begun their demon-hunting missions. With such strength, she should be able to pass the Fujikasayama test. But why did her senior brothers, senior sisters, and even... Sabito all fail?

Or is it that dealing with humans and dealing with ghosts are completely different?

Hiroshi Furukawa looked at the girl standing quietly and sighed softly: "I agree to take you demon hunting, but throughout the entire process, you must obey our orders and not act on your own..."

"no problem."

The girl under the tree suppressed her doubts and nodded gently, walking towards Hiroshi Furukawa and the others with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

"I wonder what kind of monster you've hunted this time?"

Upon hearing the word "ghost," everyone's faces turned grim, their eyes filled with hatred.

"A cruel and cunning demon."

Hiroshi Furukawa gritted his teeth, recalling the sight of the other man leaving the city that night: "He's still a demon who's extremely good at disguising himself."