Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

"Here, put this behind you, it'll make you more comfortable."

Pshaw, don't think that just because you try to please me I'll be willing to share my mom with you.

Seeing that Yayoi did not react, Sanemi assumed that Yayoi was shy and handed the pillow to Shizu.

Shizu thoughtfully placed a pillow behind Yayoi's back to make her more comfortable.

"Thank you." Yayoi looked at Shizu with a very gentle gaze, full of gratitude, which made Sanemi, who had been observing Yayoi from the side, also think that Yayoi was a girl with a very good personality.

A little girl, dressed in red coarse linen clothes, followed behind the white-haired boy, looking at him timidly.

Yayoi looked at the little girl, then at Shizu, and realized, "Oh no, this little girl looks a bit like her mother."

Then she... yes, she's also my mother's child, that's my sister.

Yayoi nodded, silently adding Sumi to her list of friends, already planning what she should buy for her mother and sister later.

They both looked very thin, which made me realize that my mother and sister must have suffered a lot while I was away.

Before she could think much, Yayoi felt a little dizzy.

The observant Shizu noticed Yayoi's unusual behavior and quickly picked up the bowl of medicine that had been half-fed her.

"Child, drink your medicine first. Dr. Watanabe said you've lost a lot of blood and need to take your tonic regularly."

"it is good……"

Yayoi obediently took the medicine bowl, and the bitter taste rushed into her nose and onto the top of her head, almost making her faint.

Looking at the medicine bowl and then at Shizu's worried expression, Yayoi closed her eyes, steeled her resolve, and downed the small half-bowl of medicine in one gulp, shivering from the bitterness.

I don't want this tongue anymore.

"Thank you." Yayoi hesitated for a moment, but still didn't call her "Mom" in front of Sanemi and Sumi.

“My name is Kuwashima Yayoi, you can just call me Yayoi.”

"I am Shinazugawa Shizu, this is my eldest son, Shinazugawa Sanemi, and this is my eldest daughter, Shinazugawa Tomi."

Shizu took the medicine bowl from Yayoi and handed it to Toshimi, smiling as she introduced herself and the two children beside her to Yayoi.

So this little white-haired one is also a mother's child. Oh well, there are only two of them anyway.

"Thank you for saving me, Mrs. Shizu."

Yayoi knew that if she had to follow proper etiquette, she should call her Lady Shinazugawa.

But Yayoi was unwilling. She wanted Shizu to take her surname, Kuwajima, just like the old man took her surname.

That way, we can look like a family.

However, Yayoi was too complacent.

As soon as lunchtime arrived, a large group of children crowded into the house.

“Yayoi, this is Genya, this is Nagaya, this is Sadako, this is Hiro, and Hiro is holding a tiger tortoise in his arms.”

"..."

Yayoi almost lost the smile she had been maintaining.

Seven...seven children?

That mother is really amazing.

It took Yayoi a long time to accept that Shizu had seven children.

Lunch consisted of a bowl of porridge with some wild vegetables for each person. In front of Sanemi, there was an extra plate with two rice balls on it.

Sanemi picked up a rice ball, broke it in half, and handed it to Hirokazu Naruya beside him. He then planned to share the remaining rice ball with Genya.

"I'm not hungry, brother. You have to go to work this afternoon, so you need to eat a good meal first."

"Work?"

Yayoi put down her bowl of porridge, glanced at Sanemi, then turned to Shizu and asked:

"Mrs. Shizu, Sanemi doesn't look very old. Why is he working at such a young age?"

Shizu shared some of the porridge in his bowl with Sumi beside him, a look of guilt in his eyes.

“Their father passed away last year. Sanemi felt sorry for me, so he found some manual labor jobs early on to help support the family.”

"I see..."

Yayoi noticed that among everyone's bowls, only the porridge in her own bowl was the thickest.

No wonder Mom and my sister are so thin.

So you can't even get enough to eat?

"I'm stuffed."

Yayoi put down the bowl, which still contained more than half a bowl of porridge.

"Why aren't you eating any more? Is the food not to your liking?" Shizu asked, a little worried, seeing that Yayoi hadn't eaten much.

Yayoi shook her head. "No, it's delicious, but I can't eat much right now."

Yayoi was not lying; it was true that recovering from a serious illness could affect one's appetite, especially since she had just drunk half a bowl of bitter soup.

The half-bowl of porridge was not wasted; it ended up in the stomachs of Sumi and Sadako.

After the meal, Sanemi hurriedly left home to go to the dock to continue earning food for his family.

"Mrs. Shizu, I'd like to go for a walk."

Yayoi put on her team uniform, which barely covered the bandages on her body.

Shizu was hanging clothes out to dry when she heard Yayoi's words and frowned with worry.

"Yayoi, your wounds."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Shizu, I won't go far. I'll just wander around the area."

"Alright, let Sumi go with you, so you can look out for each other."

Hearing her mother's words, Sumi obediently stood beside Yayoi and smiled shyly at her. Yayoi felt a surge of tenderness and couldn't help but reach out and ruffle Sumi's hair.

What a beautiful little sister, I like her.

“Alright.” Yayoi nodded, then, as if she had thought of something, spoke again, “How about we let Genmi come along too? I was just thinking of buying some things, and it’s not very convenient for me to carry them right now.”

Shizu did not refuse Yayoi and called Genya back from playing with Yayoi in the alley.

"Go and stroll around town with your sister Yayoi. Remember, don't let your sister Yayoi carry anything," Shizu repeatedly instructed Genya.

“Okay!” Xuanmi agreed readily.

Chapter 14 Frog Fun, This girl is worth a fortune, and when she says she'll take care of the business, she really means it!

Holding Genya's hand in her left hand and Toshimi's hand in her right, Yayoi strolled slowly down the street.

"Yayoi-neechan, where should we go first?" Genmi asked, looking up.

"We need to rent a handcart first."

Genmi kicked a pebble at his feet and muttered under his breath, "We have a cart at home, but my brother took it. If Yayoi-neechan could wait for my brother to come home from get off work, we wouldn't have to waste money renting a cart."

Yayoi released Genya's hand, pinched Genya's cheek, and laughed, "It's okay, it's not much money anyway."

The car rental place wasn't far from the Shinazugawa family's house.

Yayoi rented a fairly large handcart and discussed with the car dealership about hiring a laborer to help pull the cart.

"We only rent the car, we don't provide transportation."

"One thousand taels."

"Miss, do you think I'm suitable to pull your rickshaw? If not, I can have my son do it; he's more handsome."

The car dealership owner changed his expression very quickly; almost as soon as Yayoi finished speaking, a fawning smile appeared on his face.

"casual."

Genmi tugged at Yayoi's sleeve, feeling a pang of heartache for the money Yayoi had spent.

Hiring an adult worker in this small town for an afternoon wouldn't cost that much.

“Yayoi-neechan, I can pull a cart too. I’m very strong, so there’s no need to waste money on this.”

"You can't pull it."

Yayoi didn't explain much, but asked the cart shop owner to add a few more mats to the cart.

"Let's go, get in the car."

Yayoi helped Shoumei get on the cart and urged Xuanmi.

"okay."

Previously, he would occasionally help his brother push the cart, but this was the first time he had ever sat on a cart. Xuanmi was very curious and couldn't help but look left and right.

"Miss, where to next?"

"Let's go to the clothing store that has set up a stall in front of East Street first."

Yayoi held Sumi in her arms, playing with Sumi's little hands, and gave instructions without looking up.

The more I look at it, the more I like it.

Of the seven children, Shoumei resembled her mother the most.

Extremely Beautiful.

The car came to a steady stop in front of the stall, where the stall owner was dozing off with his chin resting on his hand.

"Boss, I'm here to patronize your business again."

The stall owner, still half-asleep, looked at Yayoi sitting on the cart, rubbed his eyes, and then gave her a constipated expression.

"Uh... are you really here to buy something this time?"

"Look at what you're saying, I'm already here, how could I not be here to buy something?"

Yayoi tumbled off the cart, forgetting the wound on her waist and abdomen. She twitched in pain when she landed, and if she hadn't grabbed the side of the cart in time, she would have had to wish the stall owner a happy new year on the spot.