Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

Mitsuri stood quietly behind Yayoi, secretly glancing at Kyojuro, who stood in front of Yayoi, seemingly radiating light like the sun.

How warm...

And his hair color isn't black either. No wonder Yayoi said that my hair color wouldn't seem strange in the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Oh, what's the big deal? Didn't you go to the last Pillar Meeting in place of your father?" Yayoi patted Kyojuro on the shoulder.

"Becoming the Flame Pillar is only a matter of time, but a stepson who is so beautiful, has such a good personality, and is so talented is not something you can have anytime."

Yayoi wasn't just talking nonsense; Kagaya Ubuyashiki, though a bit ruthless, never lied.

With eight times the muscle density, Mitsuri could easily kill a bull with a single punch after some training, right?

Just kidding, you can kill someone without even practicing.

Following the direction Yayoi was pointing, Kyojuro saw Mitsuri standing very nervously behind him. The girl seemed to notice his gaze, hurriedly looked away, and her face turned bright red.

Is she shy? She seems to be a girl who lacks confidence.

"Is this what my lord means?"

"Correct."

Thinking that knowing it afterward was still knowing, Yayoi made a confident and bold move.

“Alright, since it’s the Lord’s wish, let her stay here and practice Flame Breathing with me.”

"As for stepsons and such, let's talk about that after I've really become the Flame Pillar."

Kyojuro strode up to Mitsuri and introduced himself in a very loud voice:

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Kyojuro Rengoku. Nice to meet you!"

"Eh?!" Being spoken to by a stranger of the opposite sex made Mitsuri visibly more nervous, and her voice grew softer and softer, "I...I'm Kanroji Mitsuri, nice to meet you, please...please take care of me!"

With the matter settled, Yayoi was finally relieved of a worry.

Huh? Kanae said that when you visit someone's home, shouldn't you greet their living parents?

While Kyojuro and Mitsuri were getting to know each other, Yayoi rubbed her chin, trying to practice the social etiquette she hadn't really followed.

How do you address someone else's father again? Your father... Your father...

Hmm... There aren't that many rules!

The thought is what counts!

"Little Xing."

"Hmm?" Having just learned from Mitsuri about Yayoi's purpose in joining the Demon Slayer Corps, Kyojuro turned to look at Yayoi upon hearing the voice.

"Is there anything else, Senior Kuwashima?"

Is your father still alive?

"..."

Just as Makijuro was about to leave the room and was about to ask Kyojuro to fetch him some sake, he stopped in his tracks upon hearing this.

The one who could say something like that must be that kid from Kuwajima, right?

Makijuro rested his hand on the door, hesitated for a moment, and then went back to lie down.

Never mind, we can drink the wine later.

It won't make a difference if we wait a little longer.

It's better than going out now and having Sangdao mock you again.

These days, early retirement has become a heinous crime.

It's so tough...

Kyojuro reacted faster, following Yayoi's train of thought, and responded to her:

"My father is still in relatively good health..."

"Didn't you say last time that you were feeling unwell and couldn't continue serving as the Flame Pillar?"

"..."

How am I supposed to respond to that?

Chapter 115 What's wrong? Don't you want to live anymore?

Who are you?

Kaigaku looked down at the little brat in front of him who only reached his shoulder.

"I'm looking for Lord Naruhashi."

Wearing the team uniform he had just received, Ichiro stated his purpose directly.

"We're too early; she hasn't gotten up yet."

Still... not awake yet?

Yuichiro turned around and looked at the bright sun behind him, his eyes filled with horror.

It's already past noon, and you're still sleeping?

"Can you wake her up?"

Kaigaku narrowed his eyes unhappily, looked at the kid with a broken arm right under his nose, and clicked his tongue.

"I haven't lived enough yet."

As he spoke, Kaigaku was about to close the gate again in front of Ichiro.

Seriously, after all this time, he still won't say the purpose of his visit, and he's even trying to frame me. What kind of good person could this kid be?

"and many more!"

Yuichiro reached out and blocked the courtyard gate that was about to close. If Kaigaku hadn't reacted quickly, Yuichiro's right hand would have been seriously injured.

"So you're really trying to scam me, huh?"

Kaigaku, annoyed, shoved Ichiro's hand off the door.

"May I go in and wait for Lord Naruhashi to wake up?"

"No, who do you think you are?" Kaiyue said irritably.

"I..." Yuichiro wanted to argue, but found that he had no status to support himself in arguing with the "protégé of the Naruhashi".

His right hand clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palm.

"What's all the noise about? Inosuke's gotten into trouble again?"

Yayoi, sporting a frizzy hairstyle that looked like she had just woken up, yawned as she shuffled to the front door and saw Kaigaku and Ichiro locked in a fierce battle.

"Hmm? Yuichiro, what brings you here?"

When Yayoi appeared, Ichiro's eyes lit up.

"Lord Naruhashi, I have passed the final selection."

"So?" Yayoi asked, struggling with her tangled hair.

"That's why I came to you, wanting to become your stepson."

When Kaigaku heard Yuichiro's purpose, his eyes widened slightly, and he looked at the tiny Yuichiro in disbelief.

Are there really people who would willingly give up a good life and jump into a fire pit?

Is this child mentally ill?

Nobody says the left hand is connected to the brain.

With only one hand left, he still dares to linger in front of the female demon?

Kaigaku suspected that Yayoi had ripped off this guy's empty left arm, but it was just a suspicion; he dared not ask or say anything.

Yayoi didn't even glance at Ichiro before turning back, saying, "I don't accept apprentices."

“But didn’t you say…” Yuichiro pushed past Kaigaku who was blocking the doorway and followed Yayoi into the courtyard.

This kid is stubborn, and Kaiyue is a good-for-nothing; he can't even guard a door properly.

With her hopes of rekindling the dream utterly shattered, Yayoi's face turned ashen. She turned and raised her hand to press against Ichiro's forehead, shoving him away.

Ichiro, engrossed in his pursuit, failed to notice the unsportsmanlike sneak attack from a certain island and was pushed and stumbled.

"Please, it's just a final selection process. Anyone can do that. It doesn't prove your worth at all."

"How do you prove that?"

"It's pleasing to my eye."

"..."

Yayoi, who didn't quite like Ichiro at the moment, poked Ichiro's forehead and said, "Kaigaku, see the guest out."

"Oh."

Having been specifically instructed by Yayoi, Kaigaku sensed that the female demon was in an extremely unpleasant mood and quickly took Yayoi's words to heart.

He grabbed Ichiro and threw him outside the camp.

After closing the door, Kaigaku and Ichiro appeared outside the camp.

"Come here," Kaigaku called to Ichiro, and they walked into the woods.

It was all for naught; Yuichiro had no intention of giving anyone a friendly look.

"Is something wrong?"

"Enough with the nonsense. If you want to become your senior's stepson, then hurry up and follow along."

Seeing that Kaigaku was getting further and further away from him, Ichiro hesitated for a moment, then steeled his heart and followed him.

Anyway, things can't get any worse.

They walked to a small riverbank, some distance from the camp, so they wouldn't be bothered by Inosuke, who would charge around the camp like a "pig rushing in" at the appointed time.

Kaigaku sat cross-legged on the riverbank and waved to Ichiro.