Demon Slayer: I am a Demon

Chapter 93 After the rain that day, I picked a blue spider lily (2/4 (two-in-one))

The morning sun had just pierced through the clouds and mist in the mountains and forests, and after being blocked by the dense jungle, only a dim warm light remained on the ground.

Kanao opened her beautiful pinkish-purple eyes early on.

The campfire that was lit yesterday had gone out sometime ago, and the cold temperature made Kanao shiver slightly.

The girl stared blankly at the extinguished campfire, slightly lost in thought. Before, such a warm campfire would never go out. She tilted her head and looked towards one side of the cave.

"roar!"

The ghost, its scarlet eyes wide open and its face contorted in a ferocious grimace, seemed eager to pounce, but bound by chains, it could only struggle futilely in place.

The iron chains rattled and clattered against the ground, making a soft, tinkling sound.

Kanao pursed her lips, gently gripped the Nichirin Blade in her hand, and approached the demon.

"Closer, closer, let me—"

The ghost lowered its head slightly, seemingly waiting for someone to get close enough to bite it to death.

Kanao only got a little closer before stopping, her beautiful pinkish-purple eyes looking at the demon: "Uncle, I'm going to cook. Do you want some?"

"I want to eat your flesh, please give me some, I'm so hungry, so hungry."

Kanao's beautiful eyes dimmed slightly, and she stood there dejectedly. But immediately, she seemed to regain her spirits, clenched her small fists, and seemed to become more invigorated.

They awkwardly started to light the campfire and began to awkwardly cook.

I started clumsily combing my hair.

She started clumsily—she tried her best to do everything well, even without her uncle. Kanao did a great job.

After finishing each task, Kanao would pause for a short while, tilt her head, and look at the demon whose face was becoming increasingly ferocious.

The girl lowered her head slightly, found the flower basket placed in the cave, slung it over her arm, glanced at it again, and then walked out of the cave.

Reaching the cave entrance, the girl turned around and looked at the ghost: "I'm going to pick flowers, Uncle."

"Roar~"

There was only a low, muffled growl; there was no reply from the uncle.

I'm not used to it.

So the girl returned to the cave with the flower basket, placed it on the ground, sat cross-legged, gently stroked the blade of her Nichirin Blade, and murmured, "Mmm."

The girl's voice was very different from the man's deep voice, but Kanao still managed to learn a few things from it.

Then, Kanao stood up excitedly, picked up the flower basket, and went outside. At the door, she glanced at the demon, then at the spot where she had just been sitting, and happily said, "I'll be back soon~"

No one responded, but Kanao seemed to have already received a response, and picked up her basket to pick flowers again.

The girl's figure leaped lightly through the mountains and forests. She was now more and more agile, and could easily pick flowers from steep cliffs, which she could only see from afar before.

Whenever Kanao sees an unknown flower, she gets very excited. When she picks the flower, she will face it towards the sun, and her pinkish-purple eyes will quietly watch the shadow of the flower falling in the sunlight.

They would gather many flowers, some unfamiliar ones, flowers they had never seen before, and then offer them to the ghost's mouth.

"Ptooey, ptooey—"

"Get lost! Give me meat! I want to eat your meat!"

"Be good, be good, and I'll let you eat my meat!"

The girl stood some distance from the ghost, then leaned forward slightly, looking at the ghost with her beautiful pinkish-purple eyes, and gently offered the flower in her hand to the ghost's lips.

Gui Zhang opened his mouth to bite the hand, but missed, only biting the flower instead.

"Pooh----"

The ghost general spat the flower out of his mouth.

I've been scammed several times already, I won't fall for it again.

"If you don't give me your meat, I won't eat flowers anymore. Please, have mercy and give me just one bite, just one bite, I'm hungry, I'm so hungry—"

"I'm starving to death."

Seeing that the flower placed on the demon was spat out by the demon again, Kanao bent down and repeated her previous action.

But without a doubt, it failed.

"Give me a bite, just one bite of your flesh."

The demon stared at Kanao, who was right in front of him, its eyes bloodshot.

Kanao held the flowers, staring blankly at the demon. The feeling of being an uncle to the demon was becoming increasingly faint.

I could feel my uncle drifting away little by little, becoming more and more estranged.

The flower was placed near the ghost's mouth again, but it was spat out by the ghost.

Kanao knew that the demons could no longer eat the flowers, so she gently picked up her Nichirin Blade.

The ghostly red eyes widened at that moment, and its body struggled violently, trying to break free of the chains.

However, in order to completely bind the demon's body, the chains chosen were of extremely high quality. No matter how the demon struggled, it could not break free, and could only make a rattling sound as it struggled with the chains.

"You wouldn't dare cut me, you wouldn't cut me, how could you bear to cut me? I'm your uncle, Kanao, could you bear to?"

"Are you willing to part with it?"

The demon stared at Kanao with its scarlet eyes wide open.

"You're not my uncle."

Kanao gripped her Nichirin Blade, her delicate face stern: "Eat the flower, or I'll cut your neck."

Seeing the girl raise her Nichirin Blade with a serious expression, the demon instinctively showed fear, especially seeing that she had no hesitation. He exhaled and said, "I'll eat it."

She quickly put down the knife in her hand, and Kanao's icy expression, which had been like a glacier, seemed to melt away, becoming very gentle. Then, she gently placed the flower near the demon's mouth.

"Be good, okay?"

Then, she watched intently as the ghost swallowed the flower, and then stood quietly for a while before going to the side and picking up the flower from the flower basket.

She began to silently weave a flower wreath.

The girl had clearly never knitted before, and she knitted very slowly, but Kanao was very patient, sitting there quietly pondering.

The warm light of dawn slowly transforms into the rosy glow of the sunset.

Kanao finally finished weaving a flower that satisfied her, tried it on on her head, stood up, put her hands behind her back, and came to the ghost.

"Is it pretty?"

The girl whispered.

"It's very beautiful."

The ghost suddenly raised its head, revealing a very gentle expression.

The girl's pinkish-purple eyes widened in surprise as she quietly stared at the ghost.

"Kanao, I feel like I've recovered. It must be because the flower you gave me before worked."

Su Mu said in a low voice.

Kanao remained standing in the same spot, watching quietly.

"Uncle, it feels so uncomfortable being tied up, please untie me?"

Su Mu lowered his voice, which was as gentle as before.

Kanao remained standing there, staring blankly at her uncle, before quickly hanging her head in disappointment: "You're not my uncle."

"Why am I not? I am! I'm your uncle! I'm all better now, why won't you let go of me?"

Su Mu struggled slightly, only causing the iron chains to vibrate.

Kanao quietly looked into Su Mu's eyes, into those scarlet eyes, which seemed unchanged from before.

But they are different.

She couldn't pinpoint exactly what was different, but deep within those seemingly gentle eyes lay an intense, overwhelming desire to devour her, a brutality devoid of any tenderness.

There was no peace either.

"This is a flower wreath I made for my uncle to wear."

Kanao took off the flower wreath from her head and placed it on the demon's head.

The demon shook its head, trying to shake off the attack, but Kanao raised her knife again, so the demon had no choice but to stop.

The girl then smiled with satisfaction.

"Hey ghost, watch out, I'll chop you up."

Time seemed to grow longer, it seemed to slow down, and spring seemed to have stood still.

Kanao would emerge from the cave almost every now and then, looking up at the sky. Sometimes she would see a clear blue sky, and sometimes she would see stars shining in the dark night.

Every day, besides picking flowers, going to see ghosts, and eating, Kanao spends the rest of her time forging her Nichirin Blade in front of the cave.

From the first light of dawn to the fall of dusk.

The tomb standing in front of the cave seemed to be silently watching the figure of a young girl wielding a knife.

The girl's knife moved faster and faster.

That morning, as usual, after finishing everything, the girl once again gripped her Nichirin Blade and prepared to forge it outside the cave.

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However, as soon as they stepped out of the cave, they stopped, their pinkish-purple eyes fixed on the distance.

A man in a black, tight-fitting uniform was walking towards them from a distance. He had a knife hanging from his waist and was carrying incense, candles, and paper money in his hand.

Kanao stood quietly in the darkness at the cave entrance, her hands behind her back, the Nichirin Blade she held almost touching her back, watching the figure walk towards her.

Having followed my uncle for so long, I naturally recognized that he must be a swordsman from the Demon Slayer Corps.

Not long after, the swordsman, carrying incense and paper money, arrived at the cave and found the grave standing next to it.

With a heavy heart, the swordsman began to light incense and burn paper money for the grave's occupant, seemingly muttering something incoherently.

Kanao stood quietly in the darkness, her pinkish-purple eyes fixed on the swordsman burning paper money.

"roar----"

Seemingly sensing the arrival of strangers, the ghost in the cave let out an excited roar.

The swordsman, who was burning paper money in front of the grave, suddenly turned around, staring at the cave not far away. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he could vaguely see the outline of a person in the darkness.

"Is there still a ghost hiding here? How cunning!"

The swordsman stood up, gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly, and considered whether to go inside and check, or send a message first.

Just as he was considering, the swordsman suddenly saw the humanoid silhouette in the darkness slowly emerge from the cave, and the figure gradually became clearer.

She is a very pretty and delicate-looking girl.

"Such a beautiful girl, turned into a ghost? What a pity."

The swordsman let out a soft sigh.

Then, the swordsman saw the girl slowly emerge from the cave, bathed in sunlight.

"Forehead----"

The swordsman loosened his grip on the hilt of his Nichirin Blade and gave a wry smile: "Just a human girl, that really startled me."

Ghosts cannot bask in the sunlight.

After muttering to himself for a moment, the swordsman looked at the girl still walking towards him and couldn't help but ask, "This is deep in the mountains. It's too dangerous for a child like you. Where are your parents? How can you leave them here?"

Kanao walked silently toward the swordsman with her hands behind her back, the blade of the Hijiri Blade pressed against the girl's back.

The swordsman looked at the girl with her hands behind her back with a puzzled expression, feeling increasingly strange. He instinctively sensed a hint of danger, but found it too funny. How could a human child, not a ghost, pose any danger?

"Where do you live? Are you lost? Do you need my help?"

The swordsman gave a gentle smile.

The girl had reached the swordsman.

At this moment, the swordsman finally saw the girl's face clearly. She was exquisite and beautiful, especially her pair of pinkish-purple eyes, which were particularly beautiful.

Isn't such a beautiful girl afraid of encountering something if she runs into the deep mountains?

That's incredibly bold!

However, just as this thought crossed his mind, he noticed that the girl who had walked up to him suddenly moved, with an astonishing speed. To the swordsman's shock, her hands, which had been behind her back, were now revealed, displaying the extremely familiar Nichirin Blade.

"Why does she have a Nichirin Blade? Is it lost? I guess I'll have to find a way to retrieve it."

With that thought in mind, the girl jumped up.

Suddenly, the Nichirin Blade in his hand slashed out.

"Too fast—too fast!"

Unbelievable, followed by indescribable terror, because the other person's knife was coming down on him.

"Why would you kill yourself?"

When such a thought arises in the mind, the swordsman almost instinctively wants to hide.

But the opportunity was already gone.

The sharp blade sliced ​​across her neck, and crimson blood splattered onto the girl's delicate face, bringing death to her as well.

"boom!"

The swordsman clutched his neck and collapsed to the ground in despair.

Kanao sheathed her sword and stood to the side, her pinkish-purple eyes quietly watching the fallen swordsman.

The swordsman was not completely dead yet, but with his throat slit, he was certain to die.

"Why—why?"

The swordsman couldn't understand, couldn't comprehend it, his eyes fixed on this girl who looked cute yet exuded such terror.

Kanao did not answer, but simply watched the swordsman, watching him clutch his throat and breathe his last in pain and despair.

Seeing the swordsman's wide, desperate eyes, Kanao simply lowered her head, glanced at the blood-stained Nichirin Blade in her hand, and then began digging a pit nearby.

They dragged the swordsman's heavy body to the dug pit and then slowly covered it with soil.

Before we knew it, another swordsman's grave had appeared here.

The only difference is that the person at the previous grave was killed by her uncle, while the person at this grave was killed by Kanao herself.

For Kanao, she felt the warmth emanating from the swordsman, just like the warmth her uncle had given her when she first met him.

That was a temperature I really liked.

But she didn't hesitate to extinguish that warmth, turning it cold.

For Kanao, her heart is very small, it can only hold one place of warmth, and that warmth has long been left behind.

There is no room for anything else.

However, I still felt a little uncomfortable.

I'm a little sad.

I can't explain why.

If her uncle were here, he might be able to tell her the reason, but he is not.

Relying solely on her —

Therefore, Kanao chose not to think about anything.

After burying the swordsman's body, Kanao's life continued as usual, without any changes. Every day she would stand at the cave entrance, looking forward to the arrival of tomorrow.

Time will neither speed up nor slow down because of Kanao's expectations.

It flows at a constant speed.

As the spring rains pass and temperatures begin to rise, it heralds the arrival of summer.

Kanao clearly remembered when Tanjuro Kamado had told her about the time when that flower would bloom.

When spring passes and summer arrives, that flower will bloom.

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The first rain of summer started falling sometime earlier than anyone else. Kanao stood alone, quietly in front of a pile of graves on the back hill.

The rain soaked the girl's clothes and wet her hair, but Kanao still stood in the rain, her pink and purple eyes looking at the graves.

I've been staring at this place and have picked all the flowers before, but I still haven't found the one that the legendary uncle needs.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and as it fell to the ground, Kanao unconsciously clenched her sleeves tightly, very tightly.

The girl's usually calm eyes now looked fearful and uneasy, like a small animal lacking a sense of security.

In the past, staying by my uncle's side would calm all my anxieties.

She's all alone now.

No one will stand in front of her.

No one will protect her.

She was all alone, facing all sorts of anxieties in solitude.

The sun set and rose again, and it rained for a day and a night. Kanao stood in the rain for a day and a night as well.

The girl's eyes grew increasingly fearful, her heart increasingly uneasy, and her body increasingly cold. Her heart, too, seemed to have sunk into an ice cave.

If there truly is no blue spider lily in this world—

"No, absolutely not."

The girl bit her lip, looking around anxiously, trying to search. Many blooming flowers were smashed to pieces by the heavy rain, but she didn't find what she wanted.

"Really—no?"

The girl gripped the hilt of the knife, recalling the horrific scene. If she couldn't find that flower, she would—

My whole body was trembling.

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How————

Would you really be willing to cut off your uncle's head?

The rain stopped sometime ago. The girl, who had been standing in the rain for a day and a night without eating a single grain of rice, grew weaker and weaker until she could barely stand and collapsed to the ground. But she still supported herself with her arms and kept searching around.

Before we knew it, the sun peeked out from behind the rain, its warm rays casting a rainbow of colors across the sky beneath the rain curtain.

Kanao's consciousness gradually became hazy.

But in her daze, she seemed to see a rainbow.

I also saw that patch of emerald green vines, and on those vines, an inconspicuous flower had bloomed at some unknown time.

The flower wasn't very pretty.

In Kanao's eyes, however, it was the most beautiful flower in the world.

Kanao didn't know what the blue spider lily looked like, nor did her uncle, but at this moment, her intuition told her—

But she told Kanao that the flower was the Blue Spider Lily, which blooms as spring fades and summer approaches, and then quietly withers away in the night.

Its flowering period is very short, lasting only one day.

Now, at this moment, this flower is quietly blooming before Kanao's eyes.

One glance was enough to completely steal Kanao's soul.

It can no longer contain all things in the world.

Her petite frame swayed slightly as she walked forward, filled with excitement and joy.

Kanao looked up at the sky.

The rain had long since stopped, and the sun peeked out from behind the rain, its warm rays filtering through the clouds and casting a rainbow of light across the sky.

She looked down at the tiny flower.

Gently pluck it and place it on your chest, as if you have obtained the most precious thing in the world.

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