Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

Yayoi explained, "All Sumi needs to know is that her sister's money won't all be spent."

Children's favorite snacks are bought in large bags.

Finally, there was no more room on the cart, so the adult and two children followed behind it, walking slowly.

Xuanmi held the little three flowers tightly, unable to put them down.

Shoumei looked at the bag of pastries again and again, but couldn't bear to eat them.

"Why aren't you eating, Sumi?"

"I want to go back and share the food with Sadako and the others," Sumi said sweetly, looking up at Yayoi.

Sumi is like a little angel.

Yayoi took a large piece of daifuku from the bag and stuffed it into Sumi's mouth.

"Just eat something first, there are plenty of snacks in the car, aren't there?"

“Sadako and the others each got a share.”

So sweet, so delicious.

Sumi squinted her eyes contentedly, taking small bites of the pastry that was almost the size of her palm.

This afternoon felt like a dream.

Shoumei looked up at the pile of things as high as a small mountain, looked down at her new clothes, and chewed on a sweet pastry she had never tasted before.

I've never been this happy, not even in my dreams.

The car dealership owner was now deeply regretting earning this money. He wished he had sent his son instead; at his age, he was suffering like this.

They really treat people like cattle, making no use of them at all.

He was panting heavily, leaning on the handlebars. The bike shop owner had been gone for a while.

"Let's move the things out into the yard."

Yayoi slowly moved from the back of the cart to the front and gave the instructions.

The car dealership owner remained silent.

"Add another five hundred taels."

"okay."

The car dealership owner was instantly resurrected.

Forty is the perfect age to work hard, why rest!

"Miss, should I put it here?"

The car dealership owner, carrying a bag of rice, stood at the corner of the wall outside the house, confirming with Yayoi.

"Okay, let's sort and pack everything here first, then we can leave."

The car dealership owner was quite motivated as he carried bags of goods into the yard.

Hearing the noise inside the house, Zhijin opened the door and went out into the yard, followed by a group of little kids.

Wow! A kitten!

Hirokazu also spotted the little chamois being held in Genya's arms at a glance and excitedly ran towards Genya.

"Slower."

Yayoi was really worried that the two children would trip, so she stopped Hiro, who was running very fast, and handed over the bags she was carrying to the children one by one.

"What's this, Yayoi-neechan?" Hiro stopped and took the bag, asking.

"Some snacks."

"Wow!" Hirokazu immediately stuck his little head into the bag, the sweet smell making the two children dizzy.

"Yayoi, why did you buy so much stuff?"

Zhijin frowned as he saw the strange man still carrying things into the yard: "Did you spend a lot of money? You should be able to return it since you just bought it."

"Yayoi, you..."

After Yayoi handed the last bag of sweets to Sadako, she took two steps forward, took Shizu's arm, and led her into the house.

"Mrs. Shizu doesn't have much."

"I just want to thank you and Sanemi for saving me."

These things didn't cost much.

Back in the house, Yayoi repeated to Shizu the same psychological reassurance she had given Genya and Toshimi.

After repeatedly assuring her that it would only happen this once, Shizu gave up the idea of ​​having Yayoi return the items.

Genmi and Shoumei also led their younger siblings back into the house, where they sat together and placed the little Sanhua in the center of the circle.

The youngest member, Hu Dou, was very curious about Xuan Mi's new favorite.

While her older siblings weren't paying attention, she grabbed the little calico's wagging tail.

Little Three-Flower turned her head to look at Tiger Fight, tilting her head, "Meow?"

Tiger Fighter also imitated Little Three-Colored Cat, tilting its head and meowing.

It made his older brother and sister laugh.

The children huddled together, sharing snacks from their bags and playing with the kittens.

The heartwarming scene brought tears to Zhijin's eyes.

“Xuanmi and the others are very happy. It’s my fault as their mother that they have suffered so much because of me.”

"No way." Yayoi grasped Shizu's hand, her eyes almost overflowing with heartache.

"Mrs. Shizu was already a great mother for being able to save their lives."

Just as things were getting sentimental, a spoilsport sound came from the courtyard.

"Miss, everything has been unloaded."

Shijin then realized something was wrong.

How much stuff did you buy that it took so long to uninstall?

Shizu followed Yayoi into the courtyard.

Half of the courtyard was filled with all sorts of things.

Mostly food.

There were several bulging bags at the entrance, which looked like clothes.

Yayoi glanced at the car dealership and, finding nothing missing, paid the money to the owner and released the man.

Turning around, he met Shizu's complicated gaze.

"This is something Yayoi said...?"

Yayoi walked around the half-eaten pork at her feet, nodding.

"Yes, just a little bit."

Chapter 16 Unlucky Kid, That's Raw Meat You Can't Eat.

As the sun gradually disappeared below the horizon, I parked the cart in front of my house just before the last rays of sunlight were completely swallowed up.

With his hands resting on the horizontal bar in front of him, Sanemi lowered his head, took a few deep breaths, and when he raised his head again, the fatigue in his body was well hidden, and a relaxed smile remained on his face.

"I'm back... uh!"

Just as I was about to say I was safe as usual, I tripped over a strange object at my feet and stumbled.

Thinking of reaching out to support myself on the ground, I ended up pressing down on something soft.

As unlucky as ever, Shimi had a close encounter with half a pig.

"What's that sound?" Yayoi, whose hearing was more acute, stopped listening to Shizu talk about the children's childhood and looked out the window warily.

Night has fallen; there might be ghosts.

Having recently encountered Upper Moon One, Yayoi is almost developing a psychological aversion to this unusual sound.

"Maybe it's a stray cat?" Shizu was also a little unsure. "After all, the meat in the yard hasn't been processed yet. I'll go take a look."

Just as Shizu was about to get up, Yayoi stopped her, "No, Mrs. Shizu, let me go."

Yayoi didn't dare let Genya and Kotomi, who were equally curious, follow her. She picked up the Nichirin Blade that was placed in the corner of the wall and pushed open the door to go out.

Yayoi prayed that the wound on her abdomen hadn't healed, and that it was a cat, not a ghost. Even if it was a ghost, she hoped it would be a weakling.

It was dark in the courtyard, so I couldn't see clearly. I could only vaguely make out a humanoid figure lying on the ground, in that spot...

It was my mother who bought the meat!

Damn it! He's a glutton!

When did ghosts stop eating people and start eating pigs?

Blanched! And I haven't seen that glutton pay for his food!

Yayoi gripped the scabbard with her left hand, pushed the tsuba (handguard) upwards with her thumb, and then grasped the hilt with her right hand, drawing the Nichirin Blade with a whoosh.

In my current state... at most one hit; if it doesn't die, then I will.

Just as Yayoi was about to take a deep breath and unleash a spectacular lightning strike, the unlucky Sanemi stood up, looking at the things in the yard with a blank expression.

Is this... still my home? Did I get so tired that I took the wrong turn?

"Sanemi?"

Yayoi's eyes adjusted to the dim environment, and just before she swung her sword, she realized that her target was her mother's eldest son.

That was close; it almost caused a major disaster.

That unlucky kid, why is he pretending to be a ghost for no reason?

That's really scary.