Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

"Become a ghost, or have my head chopped off. The choice is yours."

Nani?

Is there any way out?

Yayoi came out in high spirits.

Giving yourself a choice means there's still a chance to survive.

"Why did you want to turn me into a demon?" Yayoi asked.

Kokushibo's expression remained unchanged as he focused on the Nichirin Blade that had pierced Yayoi's abdomen.

In these two hours, I was almost seriously injured by the knife here several times. This swordsman in front of me is truly talented.

"I already said it, because you are very talented."

"After becoming a demon, you will have a longer lifespan to pursue the pinnacle of swordsmanship. I also want to see you become even stronger."

Pure neurosis.

Yayoi silently vented her frustrations.

It wasn't revealed on his face at all.

This demon in front of me is no joke; it died on the spot and became a demon, waiting to be eliminated by the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen later.

Sooner or later, they're all going to die.

For a moment, Yayoi didn't know what to choose.

"My patience is limited," Kokushibo urged.

Her hand was already on the hilt of Yayoi's Nichirin Blade.

If he agreed, he drew his Nichirin Blade and gave this brat a little blood.

If you disagree, grab the hilt of the knife and swing it upwards to chop off the brat's head.

Feeling Kokushibo's grip on the hilt tighten, and feeling the sharp pain in her pierced abdomen, Yayoi knew she had no time to hesitate.

I really want to say yes.

"Huh?" Kokushibo didn't understand what Yayoi meant by that.

If you agree, then you agree. What do you mean by "really want to agree"?

"Explain it more clearly."

Kokushibo pulled the sword outwards a few inches, causing Yayoi to experience waves of dizziness from the pain.

Damn it, this ugly thing better not fall into my hands!

Despite the pain, Yayoi gritted her teeth and explained, "I mean, I need to go back and discuss this with my mother."

"This is such a big matter, I need to tell her."

"I'm a mama's girl."

Kokushibo stopped moving, released his grip, and stepped back a step. His six eyes looked at Yayoi, as if judging the veracity of her words.

Yayoi had no intention of letting the Upper Moon Shin into her mind; she just wanted to make a joke before she died.

By sheer luck, Kokushibo actually stopped attacking.

"Do I need to ask your mother?"

Kokushibo repeated it, frowning.

I don't know why, but I, who am never one to be lenient, hesitated after hearing this little girl's request.

A figure appeared in my mind, but I couldn't make out its features clearly.

Is it...my mother?

A small figure was clinging to its mother, its hair disheveled with reddish ends.

It looks a lot like me, but it's not me.

Yoriichi...

"Brother, I just want to spend more time with Mother."

"Brother, Mother has passed away. I am going to the temple. I will leave tonight."

"Brother..."

“Brother, look at yourself now, how pathetic you are.”

"Shut up!"

Yayoi stared blankly at the Upper Moon demon in front of her, her expression changing repeatedly, before letting out a strange roar.

Then, inexplicably, he drew his own Nichirin Blade and slashed at his own head.

If Yayoi hadn't reacted quickly and ducked, she probably would have been left with only half a head after that cut.

Damn it! What a lunatic!

Yayoi swallowed hard, feeling a lingering fear.

The tree behind them was snapped in half and crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

Yayoi closed her eyes, deciding to stop hiding.

It's better to be killed in one fell swoop than to become a ghost and bring shame upon the old man.

If an old man who cherishes his reputation so much knew that he had become a ghost in order to survive, he would probably commit seppuku on the spot, right?

Ha, what a stubborn old man.

I'll come back to Taoshan to annoy you in my next life, old man.

After waiting for a while without seeing the Upper Moon demon swing its sword a second time, Yayoi looked up.

Kokushibo sheathed his sword again, turning his back to Yayoi.

"You must give me an answer next time we meet."

???

Did this idiot really believe my nonsense?

Is it really that simple?

Yayoi breathed a sigh of relief after watching Kokushibo disappear into the forest.

I survived a terrible ordeal; good fortune is sure to follow me!

After relaxing, the pain that had been suppressed by adrenaline surged up all at once, almost causing Yayoi to faint.

Clenching her teeth, Yayoi knew that if she fainted in this godforsaken place, she wouldn't even have to wait to meet this Upper Moon demon again; she would bleed herself dry.

He bent his knees, placed his shoes on the tree trunk, gripped the hilt of the Nichirin Blade with both hands, and used his hands and feet simultaneously to pull the Nichirin Blade out of his abdomen.

The bleeding intensified, and Yayoi herself fell heavily to the ground.

Consciousness has begun to fade.

Adjusting my breathing, I forced the muscles in my waist and abdomen to contract as much as possible to reduce bleeding.

Leaning against a half-broken tree trunk, Yayoi breathed heavily, a contemptuous smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

He raised his hand and gave the middle finger in the direction where Kokushibo had disappeared.

"Idiot, I don't have a mother, what's the point of discussing this?"

The bleeding spots on my body had been mostly stopped, but my haori was so torn it was unusable as a bandage.

Having exhausted all options, Yayoi clutched her abdomen with one hand and gripped her Nichirin Blade tightly with the other, swaying as she stood up.

We need to get to the town first, and it would be best to find a house with wisteria flowers.

If you can't find a clinic, just find any clinic to treat your wound first.

In short, now is not the time to be stingy with money.

I need to survive first...

Unsteady on her feet, Yayoi relied entirely on her willpower to move step by step toward the town.

It only took me an hour or so to get here.

I walked back until the wee hours of the morning.

Not long after they arrived in town, her hands lost all strength, and her Nichirin Blade clattered to the ground. Yayoi followed suit, her Nichirin Blade crashing to the ground as well.

Before losing consciousness, Yayoi heard voices around her.

"Sanemi, did someone fall down up ahead?"

"Mom, don't go over there. What if there's some danger? I'll go check on her."

Chapter 12 Mrs. Shizu is such a beautiful and kind mother!

Since that bastard got his comeuppance last year, Mom has been supporting the family all by herself.

With winter approaching, household expenses have increased.

Winter clothes, charcoal fire, and Hiro and his companions' ever-increasing appetites.

Although she and Genmi were trying to do some chores to ease their mother's burden.

But that's far from enough.

To ensure her children had enough to eat, the mother took on an extra job washing clothes for wealthy families at night.

Every time I get home, it's already past midnight.

Sanemi was worried that his mother might encounter danger walking alone at night, so he would pick her up from get off work every night.

Despite Shizu's repeated requests for Sanemi to rest and not worry about him, Sanemi stubbornly insisted on doing so.

Until one ordinary evening, the mother and son happened to encounter a fallen "corpse".

Fearing danger, Sanemi didn't dare let her mother get close to the person. Seeing that her mother was really worried, she had no choice but to muster up her courage and approach the "corpse".