Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

The girl was ruthless and showed no mercy. She tore off his arms and legs bit by bit, and finally, amidst Kaigaku's cries of pain and pleas for mercy, she snapped his neck and devoured him.

Kokushibo sighed softly.

He knew that the swordsman was most likely Tamamo-no-Mae's junior brother from her human days.

That's why, in his despair, he called out "Senior Sister" to Tamamo-no-Mae.

The Breath of Thunder technique is already rare, so it's perfectly normal for students to come from the same school.

But so what?

Tamamo-no-Mae killed him with her own hands, ate him, and severed all ties with him.

This is what a proper ghost should be like.

For some reason, a strange, inexplicable bitterness welled up in my heart.

It's obvious that the strong killed the weak, shouldn't that be taken for granted?

Kokushibo raised his hand to cover his neck. Why didn't Yoriichi kill me back then...?

After Kokushibo's aura completely disappeared, the ruthlessness in the alley vanished instantly.

Yayoi crouched down, reached out and grabbed Kaigaku's dislocated right arm, found the right spot, and gave it a sharp push.

"Click—"

With a crisp crack, the bone was put back in place.

"Hiss..." Kaiyue gasped in pain, sweat dripping down his chin.

But he also knew that his senior sister was saving him.

Aside from the pain, there's nothing seriously wrong with my bones; they'll be fine after a few days of rest.

"Senior sister... thank you."

Kaigaku leaned against the wall, his voice still trembling slightly, having survived the ordeal.

"Useless snack."

Yayoi poked his forehead, her tone full of disdain, "You didn't even check the almanac before you went out. You can't even walk down the street without bumping into Kokushibo. You're really unlucky."

"If I hadn't happened to be with him, you would have been in big trouble tonight, you know?"

Kaigaku gave a wry smile and did not refute.

That was really bad luck.

Who would have thought that while out on patrol, with such a small probability, one would run into Upper Moon One?

"Alright, you can walk by yourself now, right?" Yayoi stood up and wiped the dirt off her hands onto Kaigaku's haori.

“Remember, you, like Sanemi, Muichiro, and Kanroji, were already dead to Muzan.”

"From now on, stay home as much as possible, especially at night. Don't wander around aimlessly, understand?"

"Understood, Senior Sister." Kaiyue leaned against the wall and slowly stood up, moving his right arm. Although it still hurt, he could already exert force.

Seeing Yayoi turn to leave, Kaigaku hesitated for a moment, then called out to her:

"Senior sister, are you... really not planning to go back to Taoshan to see Grandpa?"

Yayoi paused in her steps.

Momoyama?

grandfather?

The place was unfamiliar, and the address was unfamiliar, but hearing it did indeed stir up a strange bittersweet feeling in my heart.

I vaguely remember that place where the mountains were covered with peach trees.

“There’s no need.” Yayoi said calmly, her back to Kaigaku. “I don’t remember anyway. What’s so interesting about an old geezer?”

After a pause, Yayoi asked again, "Did that old man think I was dead?"

"Hmm." Kaiyue responded softly, "When the news of your 'sacrifice' reached us, Master was depressed for a long time, and his health is still not very good."

Yayoi remained silent for a few seconds.

The words Tamayo had said came to mind.

[If the Demon Slayer Corps manages to defeat Muzan, you, Lady Shizu, and even Nezuko, who haven't returned to human form, will all perish along with Muzan.]

Although I had already threatened those two ghosts to develop the medicine as soon as possible, but...

Some things can't be achieved with just a few threats. If the potion isn't developed by then, even killing Tamayo and Yushiro a thousand times won't help.

"Then let that old man continue to believe that I was sacrificed as a human being."

Yayoi didn't turn around. After saying those words, her figure disappeared into the night with the sound of a biwa.

Only Kaigaku remained in the alley, along with the three corpses of his team members on the ground.

Looking up in the direction where Yayoi disappeared, he sighed softly after a long while.

The peach trees covering the mountain, and the old man beneath them, will probably never see his eldest disciple again.

Chapter 212 I'll Keep My Eyes on You

In a corner of the kendo dojo, Yayoi sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a half-dead demon in her hand, its mouth open and biting her neck, the swallowing sound particularly clear in the quiet dojo.

This is the fifteenth day of her cold war with Kokushibo.

Since the incident with Kaigaku, the two haven't had a proper conversation.

At night, they each went out of the city to search for Nezuko and the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. During the day, they returned to the dojo one after the other. You practiced your sword, and I ate my demons. Neither of us paid any attention to the other.

It's not that he's worried about Kokushibo taking on more disciples; his real intention is to keep an eye on his movements to prevent him from sneaking into the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters before he can do so.

Yayoi wasn't worried about Akaza and Doma at all. Even if those two found the place, it wouldn't matter. There were Pillars guarding the headquarters, and Nezuko had Sabito's master and that drunkard Makijuro by her side. It wouldn't be a problem to stall until reinforcements arrived.

But Kokushibo is different. If he manages to get to headquarters or Nezuko's location, then we'll be in big trouble.

Another thing is that he enjoys eating demons especially when he's right in front of Kokushibo.

Over the course of two weeks, we ate more than a hundred of them, leaving a faint, lingering smell of blood throughout the entire dojo.

Kokushibo finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Zheng—"

The crisp sound of the blade being sheathed broke the silence.

Turning around, she looked at the guy in the corner who was feasting, her tone as cold as ice: "Tamamo-no-Mae! Aren't you already able to eat humans? Why do you still need to eat demons?"

"Where did these humans come from in the Infinite City?"

Yayoi casually tossed the half-eaten demon far away, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, looked up at Kokushibo and smiled, her tone blatantly provocative, "If I don't eat something edible, am I just going to starve to death?"

"Don't you go out every night?" Kokushibo frowned even more.

“Of course we should use the evenings to find Nezuko,” Yayoi shrugged, speaking with self-righteousness. “We can’t be like some people who slack off and have time to look for food, can we?”

"Wow."

Kokushibo was speechless for a long time after being choked by Tamamo-no-Mae, and finally managed to squeeze out a single word through his teeth.

In the past, every ghost who saw him trembled with fear and dared not breathe. Only Tamamo-no-Mae was like a firecracker every day, ready to explode at the slightest touch, and she always targeted people's sore spots.

"Can't you go back to the red-light district during the day?" After a long silence, Kokushibo finally managed to utter a question.

Yayoi didn't answer, but just looked at him with a half-smile, silently questioning him:

Why do you ask me why I would give up a good life and come to your shabby temple every day?

It's so empty that even a mouse would have to donate two grains of rice before leaving. If it weren't for keeping an eye on you, who would want to come here?

The two stared at each other, the dojo so quiet you could hear them breathing.

After a long while, Kokushibo was the first to look away.

"I will not take on any more apprentices." The voice was low, carrying a sense of compromise.

"Do not believe."

Yayoi smiled, her eyes crinkling, but there was no real joy in them. She casually uttered two words.

"what ever."

Kokushibo snorted coldly, turned around, drew his sword again, and continued practicing his swordsmanship.

The Cold War continued in this lukewarm manner.

It was called a cold war, but it was really just Yayoi being stubborn. Kokushibo was tough on the outside, but his actions softened. Occasionally, he would pull Tamamo-no-Mae up to spar with him halfway through a training session, and he would hold back a bit more force than before.

Another week of monotonous days has passed in a flash.

Yayoi calculated the time; Kokushibo's search area was getting closer and closer to the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters.

At this rate, if he doesn't change direction, he'll reach the foot of the mountain in three to five days at most.

That night, Yayoi was following not far behind Kokushibo as usual when she suddenly tripped over something.

"Meow~"

A soft, delicate meow rang out.

Yayoi looked down and saw a calico cat, so fat that its neck was almost invisible, squatting in the middle of the road, looking up at her with its tail swaying slowly.

She didn't pay any attention and continued walking around it.

She hadn't taken two steps when the cat darted to her feet again and tripped her once more.

"You idiot, don't you watch where you're going?" Yayoi cursed and continued to walk around.

The calico cat once again tripped up Yayoi.

After three attempts, Yayoi finally realized what was happening.

That little brat is deliberately blocking her way.

She bent down, grabbed the calico cat by the scruff of its neck, lifted it up, and brought it close to her face, a wicked smile on her face: "Speak, what is it? If you can't tell me, I'll skin you alive~"

Chacha was so frightened that the hair on her back stood on end. She kicked her limbs wildly and kept burying her head in her back, gesturing for Yayoi to look at her backpack.