Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

Oh, so it was the last zero that was removed.

The stall owner sighed, put the money in his pocket, waved his hand, and didn't want to see Yayoi again.

"Alright, alright, please recommend my business to your friends. Consider this scarf a gift from me."

He thought the pretty girl in front of him would at least thank him, but to his surprise, a hand reached out right under his nose.

“Didn’t you say you were giving me the scarf as a gift? Give me back my money.” Mi Sheng said defiantly.

"..."

I've been running a street stall for ten years and I've never seen anything like this.

Wearing the white scarf she had just acquired, Yayoi strolled around this small town that didn't seem particularly bustling.

It wasn't until it was almost dark that Yayoi realized she should find a wisteria-covered house to stay in.

I, Yayoi Kuwashima, would never do something like this: save money and spend it. There's no way I, Yayoi Kuwashima, could stay in a hotel instead of staying at a free wisteria-covered house.

By the way, isn't there a wisteria flower shop in this town? How come I haven't seen one after walking for so long?

I should have asked Songzi beforehand.

Yayoi continued walking down the street, complaining incessantly, until it was completely dark and she reached the woods outside the town.

"..."

"Did I go the wrong way?"

Yayoi stopped and looked at the dark forest before her, belatedly realizing what was happening.

"Garlic Bird~ Let's go back."

Yayoi tightened the red scarf around her neck, turned around, and prepared to return to the town.

After taking only a couple of steps, I could vaguely see a tall man standing in the woods with his back to me, so I couldn't see his face, but I could see that he had a Nichirin sword at his waist.

Huh? A swordsman from the Demon Slayer Corps?

Great, let's go ask that brother where the Wisteria Flower House is.

Yayoi approached the man with a beaming smile, "Brother, do you know the area nearby..."

The man turned around, and six eyes looked at Yayoi.

……

Is it possible for a person to have six eyes?

Yayoi paused, drew her sword, and narrowed her eyes.

I can see clearly the words carved in the eyes of the male ghost in front of me...

Winding... 壱? !

I just finished my newbie protection period and I've already run into a jerk?!

Seeing that the Nichirin Blade had already been drawn and there was no possibility of it being taken back, Yayoi felt a little regretful.

"Hmm? You have the courage to draw your sword at me?"

Kokushibo looked down at the tiny Yayoi, a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, looking like he was in a good mood.

"I accept your challenge."

With one hand resting on his Nichirin Blade at his waist, Yayoi moved so fast that she didn't have time to react before Kokushibo drew the blade.

The blade is covered in eyes.

"..."

"If I said I was just passing by and the knife happened to be a bit hot, I pulled it out to cool it down, would you believe me?"

"Oh."

Knowing there was no turning back, Yayoi stopped being sarcastic.

Yayoi, who always held her sword with one hand, gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, widening the distance between herself and Kokushibo.

Even if you give it your all, you might not survive; if you keep talking nonsense, you'll definitely die.

Take a deep breath and expand your lungs to the maximum.

"Thunder Breathing - First Form: Lightning Flash!"

Yayoi transformed into a bolt of lightning and launched an attack on the demon who was standing still.

Even with the fastest attack Yayoi could muster, she still couldn't touch Kokushibo's body.

It was parried by the Nichirin Blade in his hand.

After just one encounter, Yayoi realized that she had absolutely no chance of escaping from this guy.

support?

Hold on until dawn?

What a joke!

It's only just gotten dark! It's at least ten hours until dawn!

Using the force generated by the collision of the Nichirin Blades, Yayoi spun around and flipped backward to create distance once again.

"Not bad speed."

"Is he a successor of the Breath of Thunder? He has good talent."

The ghost in front of her had a calm expression, leaving Yayoi puzzled as to what this ugly creature was up to.

It seems... I didn't sense any killing intent from this ugly guy.

Yayoi dared not relax.

Ghosts are cunning and treacherous; they would never show mercy to humans.

This is how Jigoro Kuwashima taught Yayoi from childhood to adulthood.

"Thunder Breathing - Third Form: Gathering Mosquitoes into Thunder!"

"Thunder Breathing - Fifth Form: Heat Realm Thunder!"

Using the sword technique of Thunder Breathing twice in a row, Yayoi constantly adjusted her position, launching attacks on Kokushibo from a distance, keeping a close eye on Kokushibo's location, and not giving him a chance to get close.

"A mayfly trying to shake a tree."

Kokushibo slightly raised his eyes, not taking Yayoi's swordsmanship seriously, and raised his hand to swing a slash straight ahead.

"Breathing of the Moon, Form 5, Lunar Calamity Vortex".

It was clearly a horizontal slash, but after the slash ended, the demon in front of him completely disregarded the laws of physics, ignored the inertia of the arm from the slash, and swung the knife out again with his backhand.

It was so fast that Yayoi couldn't see it all.

All that could be seen were layers upon layers of sword light, like a vortex protecting Upper Moon One in the center.

His swordsmanship was completely incapable of harming him in the slightest.

If it can't hurt me, it can't hurt me. Why should I get hit even though I'm so far away?!

Is this even human?

Okay, he isn't.

A deep, bone-revealing wound was slashed into her shoulder, and blood gushed out, staining Yayoi's white haori crimson.

Yayoi didn't dare stop; golden and blue lightning mixed with purple sword light illuminated the dim forest for a full two hours.

Kokushibo lost all interest in sparring with the brat in front of him and used "Breath of the Moon - Pick-up Form - Crescent Moon Through Leaf" to pin Yayoi to the tree.

Chapter 11 My mother survived a great calamity; good fortune is sure to follow!

It's so frustrating, so incredibly frustrating.

Yayoi, pinned to a tree with a Nichirin Blade piercing her abdomen, coughed up blood and her breathing became weak.

He didn't even manage to scratch that demon, but he ended up covered in wounds, and the Nichirin Blade that pierced through him was none other than his own.

It really is shrimp and pork heart!

Blood seeped from wounds large and small, soaking through his clothes and flowing down his arms and legs, pooling under the tree to form a small puddle.

I'm going to die.

Yayoi smiled, a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.

I'm outmatched in skill, so I have no other options.

The Upper Moon demon standing in front of her did not deliver the final blow; instead, it sheathed its sword and stood still in front of Yayoi.

"You are very talented and brave." Kokushibo said this in a flat tone, making it impossible to tell that he was praising someone.

"Thank you."

Since she was going to die anyway, Yayoi had nothing to be afraid of and stared directly into Kokushibo's eyes.

Damn it, he has six and I have two, I can't keep up at all.

Helplessly, her gaze fell on the two eyes between Kokushibo's eyes, and Yayoi gave a provocative smile:

"You too, that's pretty good."

If you don't make the ghost in front of you suffer before you die, you'll have died in vain.

"Oh."

For some unknown reason, Kokushibo inexplicably smiled.

"You're fine."

"I know."

"vulgar."

"I'm happy to."

Kokushibo stared at Yayoi for a full half minute before uttering a single sentence: