Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

"Hey bro, can I ask you something..."

The moment his hand touched the mysterious man's shoulder, the mysterious man, who had his back to him, reacted violently, slapping his hand away and practically running away.

Yayoi rubbed her hands, hiss... her hands are really strong.

This young man has kidney problems; his hands are freezing cold.

Yayoi watched the mysterious person move quickly, without any hurry.

Ha, you want to compete with me, the successor of Thunder Breathing, in speed? If I lose to you, I'll hang myself at the busiest intersection in Asakusa for three days tonight!

Taking a deep breath, Yayoi's shoes slammed into the floor, creating a crack, and she vanished from the spot.

Yushiro didn't dare stop, fearing that the swordsman who suddenly appeared behind him would catch up.

That outfit must belong to a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Fortunately, she didn't discover his ghost identity, otherwise it would have been troublesome.

Yushiro zigzaggled through the alley, being careful not to head directly towards the direction where the house was hidden.

There was no movement behind him, and Yushiro breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps it was a coincidence; the swordsman simply wanted to ask for directions or something else.

Just then, a familiar voice rang out in front of him: "You can run pretty fast, huh?"

Looking up, I saw the swordsman with pink and white hair leaning against the streetlight with his arms crossed and a half-smile on his face.

Yushiro stopped in his tracks, his previously rapid breathing instantly stopping. He took a step back, his shoe clicking loudly on the pebbles by the roadside.

"Don't be nervous, brother. I'm not after your money or want to kill you." Yayoi straightened up, looked at Yushiro, and said with a smile, "I just want to ask you something."

"What do you want to know?" Yushiro nervously gripped the bag in his hand, and pulled his cloak down with his other hand, covering the upper half of his face completely.

Yayoi noticed Yushiro's reaction and narrowed her eyes as she looked at the unnaturally pale lower half of Yushiro's face.

Have we been discovered?

After waiting for a while without any further news from Yayoi, Yushiro swallowed hard and frantically racked his brains for a retreat route.

As soon as he took a step back, Yushiro was pierced through the waist and abdomen by a long, narrow Nichirin Blade and pinned to the wall beside him.

"Sorry, bro, but before I ask around, I need to confirm something."

Yayoi gripped the Nichirin Blade tightly with both hands, smiled at Yushiro, and with a flick of her wrist, the Nichirin Blade piercing Yushiro's abdomen began to rotate.

"Cough!" Yushiro coughed up a mouthful of blood as his feet left the ground.

The bag in his hand fell to the ground, and he gripped the Nichirin Blade in front of him with both hands to stop it from going any further.

Yayoi braced herself against the hilt of the Nichirin Blade with one hand, and with the other, she pulled off the hood of Yushiro's cloak.

Half of his face, which had been hidden under his cloak, was exposed to the light of the streetlamp, and his beast-like eyes met Yayoi's gaze.

"Ha, bro, you really are a ghost."

Yayoi smiled even more broadly.

Yayoi had already sensed something was wrong during the chase.

How many normal people can run that fast?

Yayoi drew her Nichirin Blade and, as Yushiro slid down the wall, pierced his neck with another strike, pinning him to the wall.

It's far more threatening than being pierced through the abdomen. If you struggle too much, you might accidentally have your neck cut off by a Nichirin Blade, and that would be the end of you.

Yayoi crouched down to observe the speed at which Yushiro's abdominal wound was healing.

That's pretty fast.

I lifted Yushiro's eyelids one by one, but I didn't see any inscription.

That shouldn't be the case. If he recovered so quickly, he must be a waning crescent moon.

"What's your name?" Yayoi asked casually.

Yushiro remained silent.

"You can stay rational, right?"

Yushiro remained silent.

"You're buying this blood to drink with your companions? You're quite the vegetarian."

Yayoi rummaged through the bag that had fallen to the ground. Inside the bag were several transparent packages containing bags of scarlet blood.

Yushiro, who had been silent all along, finally spoke: "I have no companions, only myself."

Yayoi patted Yushiro's face and scoffed, "Do you think I'd be stupid enough to believe your nonsense?"

"The embroidery on the cloak is beautiful. It must have been embroidered by a skillful female ghost, right?"

"Is it your family?" Yayoi asked, observing Yushiro's reaction. "Or... a lover?"

When Yushiro heard the word "lover," his pupils contracted, which Yayoi noticed.

Yayoi continued to press the issue: "You said I'd keep bleeding you like this, and then wait for the sun to rise."

"Hey, you ghosts must have a really keen sense of smell, right? Does your companion really have the heart to watch you die here?"

"Guess... when she'll finally give in and show up in front of us?"

Yushiro trembled all over, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Yayoi.

This woman isn't lying; she really will do it.

She is cold-blooded and crueler than a ghost.

Yushiro is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of implicating Lady Tamayo.

If Lady Tamayo finds out that she hasn't returned on time, she will definitely come looking for her.

At that time...

Yushiro looked at Yayoi with pleading in his eyes: "I can tell you anything you want to know."

"I only have one request to make of you."

"Oh? What is it?" Yayoi's interest was piqued. "You want me to let you go?"

“No,” Yushiro denied, “kill me after I answer.”

Chapter 35 What's wrong with widows? What I, Yushiro, love is widows.

"He's quite loyal, isn't he?" Yayoi chuckled as she squatted down in front of Yushiro. "Aren't you afraid that after I've asked all the questions I need to, I'll kill you and that female ghost?"

Yushiro frowned deeply. "I have no other choice."

"A smart one."

Dealing with smart people is always easier. Yayoi neither agreed nor disagreed, and began questioning them directly.

"Where did you buy all this blood from? How much did you pay? Is the supply stable?"

Yushiro swallowed back the "I don't know" that was on the tip of his tongue, and looked at Yayoi with some confusion.

No, as a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps, shouldn't you ask me about the Twelve Demon Moons and the whereabouts of the Demon King?

Why are you asking such a strange question?

"Speak quickly, don't waste time."

Yushiro didn't understand why Yayoi would ask that question, but that didn't stop him from answering her little by little under Yayoi's threat.

"How much blood do you need to drink each day to stay healthy and not feel hungry?"

"One or two bags of blood will suffice."

Yayoi silently calculated in her mind that buying blood from the poor was indeed more cost-effective and less troublesome than raising blood servants.

"How many people have you eaten?" Yayoi asked the question she wanted to know, intending to find any excuse to kill the guy in front of her.

"I've never eaten it," Yushiro answered honestly.

"Hmm?" Yayoi's hand was already on the hilt of her Nichirin Blade, and she hadn't expected this response.

In a mere fraction of a second, Yayoi found a new reason to kill Yushiro: "You're a liar! You even dare to lie to me!"

Just as Yayoi was about to cut off Yushiro's neck, a beautiful woman in a dark blue kimono appeared in the alley, breathing heavily, as if she had run all the way there.

"Please spare Yushiro; he did not lie to you."

"Who is Yushiro? Him?" Yayoi looked at the beautiful woman who had suddenly appeared in the alley, then looked down at Yushiro. "So your name is Yushiro. I thought it was some kind of name I couldn't say."

"Lady Tamayo! You go quickly! Don't worry about me!"

"Swoosh—" Yayoi pushed the Nichirin Blade that was piercing Yushiro's neck further in, slicing Yushiro's vocal cords.

"Noisy."

As Yayoi said this, she still had a smiling expression, clapped her hands, stood up, and stepped on Yushiro's leg.

If Yushiro makes any unusual move, his head will be chopped off in the next second.

"Tamayo...right?"

"Yes." Tamayo crossed her hands in front of her, appearing gentle and harmless.

"You just said this guy has never eaten a human?"

“Yes,” Tamayo raised her hand to her chest, afraid that Yayoi would not believe her, and hurriedly explained, “I am a doctor. Yushiro was transformed into a demon by me. I can guarantee that he has never eaten a human.”

"And what about you?" Yayoi asked.

Tamayo lowered her eyes, her shoulders trembled, and her mouth opened and closed, managing to utter two words with difficulty: "Eat."

“Ha,” Yayoi laughed mockingly, “What a rare thing, a demon who has eaten people vouching for another demon, saying he has never eaten people.”

Would you believe it if it were you?

Tamayo's hand fell limp, and she lowered her head dejectedly. "I'm sorry..."

"You weirdo, why are you apologizing to me?"

Yayoi was speaking when her nose twitched slightly as she smelled a sweet, floral scent.