Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. She was shocked to realize that she was being affected by a completely unreliable dream, and Yayoi felt that she was seriously ill.

Dreams are just fiction.

When I was little, I even dreamed that I had a mother, but that was just a dream.

You can't believe it.

……

"What? Kanae, you've learned Flower Breathing?"

At the dinner table, Kanae's answer shocked Yayoi.

I originally thought Kanae would use one of the two basic breathing techniques, water breathing or wind breathing, but it turns out she uses flower breathing.

Miss Butterfly becomes a flower pillar...

Giyu's words inexplicably appeared in Yayoi's mind.

Coincidence, coincidence...

Three days later, the Butterfly Mansion received a swordsman who was seriously injured.

She was covered in jewels, so dazzling that it was hard to open one's eyes.

The three wives accompanying her were all stunningly beautiful, making Yayoi's teeth ache with envy.

Why? Why does he have three wives while I don't have any?! Just because I lack class?!

Yayoi glanced at the medical record: Uzui Tengen...

Wow, what a small world!

He gave each of Uzui Tengen's three wives a delicious peach that he had just brought back from Momoyama a few days ago.

Yayoi easily extracted the names of the three beauties and Uzui Tengen's breathing technique.

Breath of Sound... Sound Pillar.

Oh no, that crybaby really did have a prophetic dream.

Despite saying she didn't believe it, Yayoi's body betrayed her, and she secretly went to Fujikasayama in the middle of the night to revisit the place.

They found the spot where Yiyong had fainted and chose a tree that looked good to lie down on.

The mountain was ravaged by the Jade Rabbit last time, so it shouldn't be able to spawn any new ghosts for a while.

Yayoi kept an ear, pretended to sleep, and wanted to see if she could also have a prophetic dream.

rustle……

The wind rustled through the treetops in the forest.

tick...

It's the sound of saliva dripping onto the ground.

It's a ghost, and it's not far away.

Yayoi reluctantly opened her eyes, placed her left hand on her waist, drew her Nichirin Blade, and with a flash, swung the blade.

Zheng—

The Nichirin Blade was parried.

What happened? Did the demons evolve and learn to use weapons?

Yayoi turned her head to look at the knife that was blocking her, and saw a tall man staring at her with an upright expression.

“Hmm, you can’t kill demons on Mount Fujikasa outside of the final trial, little girl.”

Yayoi sheathed her sword, distanced herself from the man, and sized him up.

Wow~ Whose tempura has come to life?

But one thing is certain: the person in front of you is a human, not a ghost.

And that uniform... Is he a swordsman from the Demon Slayer Corps?

It was too dark for Yayoi to see the color of the other person's buttons.

"who are you?"

The man in front of him also sheathed his Nichirin Blade, looking surprised.

"You don't recognize me?"

Why should I know you?

In other words, who do you think you are?

As if he hadn't been treated this way in a long time, Makijuro found it amusing and gave Yayoi a hint: "My surname is Rengoku."

If it were a normal team member, they would know that the person in front of them is the Flame Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps just by hearing "Purgatory". But Makijuro happened to encounter Yayoi, whose thought process is not like that of ordinary people.

Yayoi assumed the person in front of her was simply exchanging surnames to get to know her, and readily gave her her own surname:

"My surname is Sangdao."

Makijuro laughed heartily, "So you're Kuwashima-senpai's stepson, no wonder you're so unique."

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a unique junior as Miss Kuwashima."

Hmm? This tempura guy knows the old man?

Yayoi rested her chin on her hand, looked Makijuro up and down, and after organizing her thoughts, finally managed to utter a sentence:

"So why did you stop me from killing that ghost?"

"Isn't the Demon Slayer Corps there to kill all evil demons?"

Sensing another demon cautiously approaching the two, Makijuro drew his sword on the spot and, with a frightening-looking horizontal slash, scared away the somewhat intelligent demon. Only then did he turn around to explain to Yayoi:

"The demons used in the Fujikasayama selection are all low-level demons that have just been demonized and captured from various places."

"Last time, Miss Kuwashima and Sabito performed too well, so we had to work overtime to find some lower-level ghosts to fill the vacancies."

"Otherwise it will delay the next selection."

"Oh." Yayoi touched her nose, somewhat embarrassed.

I thought the ghosts of Fujikashiyama would just spring up from the ground on their own, but it turns out they're all captured one by one and kept in captivity on Fujikashiyama.

It was...quite tiring.

Makijuro glanced at the sky, told Yayoi to go back early, and then hurriedly left.

It looks like they have a lot to do.

It was only later, through Kanae, that I learned that the tempura spirit named Rengoku that I had encountered that night was actually the Flame Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Recalling their brief encounter and the lingering weariness on Makijuro's face, Yayoi readjusted her career plans.

Actually, it's fine to just stay a Class A swordsman.

Not only does it offer a monthly salary of one million, but it also provides a lot of free time.

No need to be a nuclear-powered donkey that you can't even have for a whole night.

After making up her mind, Yayoi became increasingly perfunctory in her approach to tasks.

After resolving a ghostly problem in a new place, he would stay for two or three days before returning to the Butterfly House to recuperate for a while.

Don't ask, the answer is that I used Thunder Breathing too much and my legs hurt.

As a result, I was stuck at the Rank A swordsman level for more than two months, and still couldn't collect enough ghosts.

Chapter 10 This isn't right, is it? Can slacking off really kill you?

Jingqiao District.

Having just finished a mission, Yayoi sent Matsuko back to headquarters to report on the results, while she stayed near the mission site to enjoy her vacation with a clear conscience.

It was early winter, so it wasn't too cold, but Yayoi particularly disliked winter.

It's cold, there are no peaches to eat, and clothes are ridiculously expensive.

"What? This scarf costs me three thousand eight? Boss, you might as well just rob someone, that's a faster way to make money."

After hearing the price of the scarf from the stall owner, Yayoi could hardly believe what she was hearing and angrily cursed.

“Hey, young lady, you can’t say that. This scarf is made of thin silk, and the color is so vibrant. Many noble ladies wear this kind of scarf.”

The stall owner was also more tolerant of the pretty young girl and patiently explained to Yayoi.

Yayoi really liked the red scarf. She picked it up and looked at it, then tried it on in front of the small mirror on the stall.

This scarf exists solely for my mother.

But the thought of 3,800 made Yayoi hesitate.

Extremely expensive.

"Little girl, this is the only scarf left..."

Yayoi, who was about to put the scarf back, paused, glanced at the scarf, and then looked at the stall owner.

Can you round it down to zero?

“Okay, no problem~” The stall owner readily agreed, thinking that if the little girl wore his scarf, it would attract a lot of customers.

"Young lady, you just need to help spread the word."

"Okay." Yayoi happily wrapped the scarf around her neck on the spot, finding it quite warm.

He took out his wallet from his pocket, counted out the amount of money he needed, and handed it to the stall owner.

"If there are no problems, I'll be going now~ Boss, you're a really nice person."

The stall owner looked at the 380 yuan in banknotes and coins in his hand and fell silent.

"Little girl, are you serious?"

Yayoi didn't see anything wrong with it and shrugged, "Didn't you, boss, agree to round it down?"

"..."