Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

Chapter 33 An architect who can't sew isn't a good architect.

"What do you mean that guy switched careers and became a tailor?"

Yayoi stood blocking the entrance to the logistics department of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, questioning the unfamiliar face before her with a look of distrust.

"It's true, Lord Naruhashi. Fujiwara applied to the Lord six months ago to be transferred to work for Maeda."

Yin, whose collar was being grabbed, waved his hands repeatedly, fearing that if he spoke too slowly, he would be blamed.

That damn Fujiwara! No wonder he ran away so fast! Turns out he hadn't finished dealing with the Naruhashi's after-sales service!

Yayoi had no intention of making things difficult for this spineless little coward, so she let go of his hand. "Come on, take me to him."

"Yes, yes, Lord Naruhashi." Having almost been successfully shifted the blame by Fujiwara, Okina couldn't wait to take Yayoi to seek justice for herself.

I even considered Fujiwara my good brother, but that guy is awful!

After twisting and turning, Yayoi followed Yin to a courtyard.

"What's the rush? The team uniforms are already being made, everyone has to wait in line, it won't make a difference who comes." A guy with round-framed glasses, who was hiding behind the two, shouted.

"Long time no see, Maeda." Yayoi squinted her eyes and greeted the bespectacled tailor with a smile.

Maeda's hand trembled, and the needle pricked his finger, instantly staining the unfinished team uniform with a drop of blood.

"Ah... it's Naruhashi-sama," Maeda hurriedly put down his work, turned around, and smiled obsequiously. "Why did you come in person? Does the uniform need alterations?"

"Oh, you can just send someone over to talk to me about this. I'll definitely prioritize your needs."

Her attitude changed completely, leaving Kaku, who was standing next to Yayoi, completely bewildered.

Wait... is this still Maeda-senpai?

Are you sure you weren't possessed by a ghost or anything?

Yayoi didn't fall for Maeda's sweet talk, and clicked her tongue in annoyance, "Enough with the pretty words, I'm here to take people away."

"Who?"

Yayoi glanced at Kaku beside her.

"It's Mr. Fujiwara."

“Yes, it’s him.” Yayoi nodded, turning her gaze back to Maeda, her eyes catching a glimpse of a figure huddled under the table in the corner.

"It must be the guy who wanted to crawl into the hole."

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

Fujiwara knew he couldn't hide today, so he stood up from under the table, straightened his uniform, and approached Yayoi with a death-defying gait.

"Lord Mingzhu."

Yayoi looked Fujiwara up and down. "Dude, you've got a lot of skills. You even managed to switch careers and become a tailor."

"Lord Naruhashi is too kind," Fujiwara replied honestly to Yayoi, his mind racing.

What does this she-devil want now?! Is she planning to move the base to the town again?!

Good heavens! I even took a pay cut to become a tailor, which bastard sold me out?

“Okay, come with me.” Yayoi didn’t dawdle any longer. Having found the person, she wanted to get him back to work as soon as possible.

“Lord Naruhashi, I am a tailor now.” Fujiwara tried to defend himself.

“I know,” Yayoi said without turning her head, “a tailor who can’t do construction work isn’t a good tailor.”

"But we need to rush to make a lot of team uniforms, so I can't leave."

Yayoi stopped in her tracks, turned her head, looked at Maeda, and asked in a sinister tone, "Is that so, little four-eyed?"

"No, no..." Maeda shook his head and waved his hands in a smooth, quick combo. "Lord Naruhashi, I'm not that busy. I'm very skilled; I can do the work of two people. You can just tell Fujiwara to do the work."

Yayoi nodded in satisfaction, then shifted her gaze to Fujiwara, whose face looked pale and sickly, and raised an eyebrow.

Are you coming with me by yourself, or should I break your legs and carry you back?

Before he could finish speaking, Fujiwara sensed a blatant threat and felt a sharp pain in his legs.

With no room for maneuver, Fujiwara followed Yayoi out of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, looking miserable.

"Alright, I didn't intend to make things difficult for you." Yayoi said, walking ahead with her back to Fujiwara.

Fujiwara remained silent, which meant he had no news.

This trip took a little longer than usual. Yayoi was in a hurry to get to the next place to find high-quality blood packs for her mother, so she didn't plan to give Fujiwara a much scolding.

He took out the sketch he had drawn last night from his pocket and handed it to Fujiwara, "Renovate the yard of my base according to the markings on the drawing, and finish it within three days."

Fujiwara unfolded the sketch in his hand, carefully examined it, turned it around, looked at it again, and then turned it around once more.

"Lord Naruhashi... I didn't understand."

"How come you didn't die of stupidity?" Yayoi rolled her eyes speechlessly, pointing to her abstract paintings and explaining to Fujiwara bit by bit.

“From the front yard to the main gate, the storage room, the kitchen, the flower hall, the pond, and the dojo, there should be a covered walkway that can provide shade. The walkway should be wide enough, and there should be a pavilion at intervals where people can rest. The pavilion should be equipped with stone tables and benches.”

"Then the backyard should be treated in the same way. In addition, there should be a pavilion above the hot spring to provide shade."

"..." Fujiwara somewhat admired Yayoi's unpredictable and imaginative ideas, but secretly thought to himself, "..."

They said they weren't making things difficult, but they came up with so many requirements. After it's done, they complain that this part is no good and that part is unsatisfactory.

"Oh, right, don't alter any existing buildings like bedrooms, especially the master bedroom; absolutely do not go near it." Yayoi stopped, smiled at Fujiwara, and gave him instructions.

"I think you can do it, Fujiwara?"

"Yes...yes! Lord Naruhashi, I can do it!"

Fujiwara had a premonition that if he went against the female demon at this time, he would be severely punished by her.

After explaining things to Fujiwara, Yayoi then acted out the role of Yu the Great, who controlled the floods, passing by his own home without entering.

I need to hurry over to Asakusa and get back before midnight.

Don't let Mom go hungry for too long.

As for why it has to be Asakusa.

This is the perfect sanctuary that Yayoi came up with after careful consideration using her brilliant mind.

There are many people there, and even more wealthy people. You could throw a brick from a rooftop and kill several nobles. If a trafficker wanted to sell a child, he would definitely take the child to a wealthy place to sell.

Instead of going through all the trouble of being the villain who separates children from their parents in their birthplace, why not go to Asakusa and become the savior of those children who are about to be sold?

This way, the children you buy will be more loyal, and you won't get into any trouble.

I, Yayoi Kuwashima, am a genius.

Praising and comforting herself, Yayoi arrived in Asakusa as dusk was falling.

Big cities are indeed different. They are as bright as day at night and crowded with people everywhere. If there were a ghost on the street at this time, wouldn't it be like a buffet for the ghost?

Yayoi walked down the street, looking around. If she weren't so good-looking, she would have been handcuffed by the patrolling police as a suspicious person.

Is it really possible for such human trafficking to happen on a street like this?

Yayoi searched for a long time without success, only realizing the truth later.

They changed direction and headed into the densely populated alleyways.

This drilling actually led Yayoi to a discovery.

Chapter 34 This guy's kidneys are failing, his hands are freezing cold.

The alley was dark, and I could vaguely see a guy wrapped up from head to toe taking a bag from a middle-aged man in a corner and then giving the man a wad of cash.

The man counted the money while thanking the mysterious person profusely, as if he regarded the person in front of him as his savior.

The mysterious man didn't linger. He pulled up the brim of his cloak and hurried toward the darker part of the alley.

"Great, Huizi's medicine is secured."

The man raised his hand to wipe his reddened eyes, clutching the money tightly in his hand.

When he raised his hand, Yayoi saw the red marks on his wrist.

This location...

Yayoi looked down at her left wrist and exclaimed, "Wow, the same 'tattoo'!"

Could it be that this man gave that mysterious person...?

Yayoi, with her limited brain capacity and too lazy to continue guessing, quickly appeared behind the man as he was about to leave, placing a hand on his shoulder: "Dude, I have a question for you..."

"A ghost!" The man was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

"You must be blind! Have you ever seen a ghost as beautiful as me?!" Yayoi grabbed the man by the collar, preventing him from falling to the ground in a sorry state.

The man took a step back, leaning against the wall, and looked at Yayoi warily.

This guy doesn't seem like the type to rob people... there shouldn't be any major problems.

"Hey, what you just sold to that person was blood, right?"

"Ah...yes." The man was still sizing up Yayoi, and subconsciously nodded in response to her question.

"Yours?" Yayoi looked at the money in the man's hand. It wasn't much. She silently calculated whether buying blood would be more cost-effective than raising a group of servants.

"Ah."

The man was still somewhat worried about Yayoi, so he put all the money back into his pocket, looking wary.

Yayoi couldn't help but roll her eyes at the man's behavior.

"Who would even look at a few pennies like you?"

Yayoi wasted no time, leaping onto the wall and quickly chasing after the mysterious man in the direction he had left.

That guy must have a lot of customers; let's ask him to "share resources".

Standing on the wall at the street corner, Yayoi saw a mysterious person walking hurriedly down the alley with their head down.

This guy runs pretty fast.

Yayoi sighed, then used her leg strength to leap several long distances, from the top of the wall to the street lamp and then onto the wall again, arriving behind the mysterious man in an instant.