Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

After all, that money is enough to buy a lot of candy.

After witnessing the enormous sum of money her senior sister carried, her emotions went through a rollercoaster ride...

I can't be happy at all!

I feel like I've lost a billion dollars!!

"Alright, go back now. It's getting dark and there might be ghosts outside. They might eat you up." Yayoi gave Zenitsu a final pat on the head to scare the timid guy.

"Oh."

Zenitsu's obedient smile vanished completely. He expressionlessly stuffed the coin into his pocket, leaving Yayoi with a cold, indifferent back view.

Seriously, I'm going to become a cold and heartless peach-delivering machine, and I'll never smile and hand peaches to my senior sister again!

Chapter 52 The Old Stubborn Kid and the Young Stubborn Kid

That night, before dawn, Tamayo and Yushiro arrived in a hurry.

Yushiro carried Tamayo's medicine chest in one hand and a bag of wrapped tea leaves in the other.

"Oh, you're here now, why bring anything?" Yayoi said politely, but her hands honestly took the tea leaves from Yushiro's hand and weighed them in her hand.

Very good, these two ghosts are very sincere!

Yayoi's smile became even more genuine.

"Please come in."

Out of politeness, Tamayo bowed slightly at the gate, saying, "Then I'll take my leave."

Familiar process, familiar operation.

Yayoi munched on the peach that Kaigaku had just delivered that day, sipped her freshly brewed black tea, and waited somewhat boredly for Tamayo to release the test results.

Would you like something to drink?

Yayoi poured half a cup of black tea into an empty cup and pushed it in front of Tamayo.

Having just taken off her mask and wiped the sweat from her forehead, she accepted the teacup Yayoi offered, feeling somewhat flattered.

"Thank you, Miss Sangdao."

After taking a sip of black tea, Tamayo's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

The tea was very bitter and astringent upon first sip; it was quite unpleasant to drink.

"Miss Kuwashima... did you brew the tea directly with boiling water?" Tamayo swallowed the tea in her mouth with difficulty and asked tentatively.

"Hmm," Yayoi said matter-of-factly, "If I can't use hot water, can I just soak it in cold water?"

Well, Miss Kuwashima doesn't understand tea ceremony at all, so there's absolutely no need for her to communicate about the area.

"Hot water is required, but... let the boiling water sit for a while before slowly pouring it into the teapot; the black tea will taste better that way."

Having said all she could say, Tamayo didn't give Yayoi a chance to delve deeper into the topic. Her change of subject was abrupt, but effective:

"Regarding Mrs. Sangdao's situation..."

Yayoi didn't care about whether it was red tea or boiling water anymore; she sat up straight and waited for Tamayo to continue.

"Perhaps because it was Muzan himself who turned Lady Kuwashima into a demon, the concentration of the Demon King's blood in Lady Kuwashima's body would be higher than that in Yushiro."

"This is why Mrs. Sangdao had a stronger rejection reaction to the modification drug."

"Oh, I see." Yayoi mischievously refilled Tamayo's teacup. "Don't just keep talking, the tea's getting cold."

"...Thank you." Tamayo's smile was somewhat bitter as she forced herself to take another sip of the bitter black tea that numbed her tongue.

Yushiro, who was exiled to the frontier, had no chance to stand up for Tamayo.

Before Tamayo started working, Yushiro was instructed by Yayoi to weed and loosen the soil in the garden.

I thought it was a small project that I could finish quickly and then come back to meet up with Master Tamayo.

Yushiro looked somewhat bewildered as he stood in front of the enormous flowerbed, holding a small flower shovel.

There are two flower beds this big!

Yushiro toiled away like an old ox, so tired that he wanted to give up. Just as he was about to throw his shovel ten meters away, he remembered that Lady Tamayo was still being held hostage by that female demon.

damned!

How could I encounter such a shameless person?!

With a dark expression, Yushiro picked up the shovel again and continued to loosen the soil in the garden, cursing Yayoi repeatedly in his mind.

Inside the house, Yayoi watched with a smile as Tamayo savored her cooking, and continued to ask:

"What effect would a high concentration of demon blood have on my mother?"

Finally having the chance to put down her teacup, Tamayo didn't hesitate for a second. She gracefully and calmly placed the cup down, covering it with the lid, and placed her hands clasped on the table in front of her, looking directly into Yayoi's eyes:

"There will be some impact. The most obvious one is that Lady Shizu, who has also been modified and only needs to consume a small amount of fresh blood, will awaken her Blood Demon Art earlier."

"Even earlier?" Yayoi frowned. "How early? Will it affect my mother's life, her sanity, or anything else?"

"It took Yushiro nearly ten years to master his Blood Demon Art. Even if he had learned the Blood Demon Art, it would not have posed a threat to Lady Kuwashima's life."

"That's good." Yayoi didn't take it seriously.

So what if you know Blood Demon Arts?

Whatever type of blood demon magic it is, it doesn't require my mother to do anything.

It doesn't matter.

"Furthermore, perhaps Lady Kuwashima won't need to spend half a year like Yushiro to regain her sanity."

"Huh??" Yayoi's eyes lit up instantly.

The first piece of good news tonight!

Worried that her hopes might be dashed, Yayoi asked another question. "Is it accurate?"

"Eighty percent."

Tamayo nodded. "Madam Kuwashima is currently in a deep sleep, preparing to regain her memories and sanity."

"Just like when Yushiro was injected with the medicine for the last time, he also fell into a deep sleep for a long time."

Yayoi raised her hand and stroked her chin, diligently grilling the food.

So, Yushiro needs six acupuncture sessions, while my mother only needs two.

Turns out my mom is a genius!

Yayoi proudly curled the corners of her lips and gave a soft hum, making Tamayo almost laugh.

Miss Kuwashima could never hide her emotions when she talked about her mother.

I'm really... envious.

"Miss Sangdao need not worry too much during this time, and Mrs. Sangdao will not feel hungry while she is asleep."

Yayoi glanced at Shizu, who was still fast asleep in bed, her eyes filled with a mixture of affection and strange emotions.

If she regains her senses and memories immediately after waking up, will her mother choose to go back to her own home?

After promising to follow up on the research and development of a drug to restore demons to human form, Tamayo, who had drunk her fill of water, and Yushiro, who was covered in dust, left Yayoi's residence unharmed in the middle of the night, without being discarded by Yayoi after she had served her purpose.

Before leaving, Tamayo gave Yayoi a white cloth with strange patterns on it.

"Lady Tamayo! How could you..."

Yayoi picked up the white cloth and looked it over, but couldn't figure it out. But Yushiro's reaction... this definitely meant it was a good thing.

In front of Yushiro, Yayoi stuffed the cloth into her pocket.

"As long as we are not discovered by Muzan's spies for a while, Yushiro and I will continue to live in that place."

“In case of any emergency, Miss Sangdao can stick this talisman on that wall and then she can come and go freely.”

Oh, so it's the key. No wonder this little sycophant looks like his house has been robbed.

“Okay, I understand.” Since it concerned whether Shizu could turn back into a human, Yayoi confirmed with Tamayo again what was needed for the research.

"You need blood samples from the Twelve Demon Moons, right?"

“Yes,” Tamayo replied to Yayoi, “the higher the rank, the greater the research value.”

The image of Upper Moon One's grotesque appearance flashed through Yayoi's mind, and she touched her nose with a guilty conscience.

Hmm... Even the strongest one is no match for us.

I wish this first quarter moon could have its period.

"Okay, I'll try my best to find it for you, but the Twelve Ghost Moons are hard to find, so it might not be that quick."

"Then we'll wait for Miss Sangdao's good news."

……

"Do you want to rest for a bit, Shinazugawa?" The former Wind Pillar was a little worried about Sanemi's health.

This child is highly talented and hardworking. He has made rapid progress in learning breathing techniques, and is in no way inferior to Kuang Jin.

But... I always feel that this child is too ambitious and always wants to achieve results in a shorter time.

For example, right now—

Faced with his master's questioning, Sanemi did not put down his Nichirin Blade and continued to practice swinging the blade a thousand times.

"I don't need to rest."

The whooshing sound of swords being swung provided the perfect background music for Sanemi's response. Sanemi, with his back to the former Wind Pillar, spoke with nothing but resentment:

"Master, I definitely have to participate in this year's Fujikashiyama selection."

Having only been a disciple for two months, Sanemi learned from Kuang Jin by chance that the Fujikasane Mountain selection would begin in the second half of the year, and he immediately decided to carry his Nichirin Blade to participate in the selection.

Everyone knew that Sanemi was a promising talent, and neither Kōkin nor the former Wind Pillar wanted Sanemi to die on Fujikasane Mountain in a moment of impulsiveness.

"Can't you wait a little longer? You've only learned the first four forms. It's too risky for you to participate in the selection." The former Wind Pillar couldn't help but persuade him.

Kuang Jin also took every opportunity to do ideological work with Shimi.