Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

Have any of you seen a short female ghost?

"Short stature?" The demon, who had been sent flying by Sanemi's slash, stopped his retreating foot and repeated.

"A female ghost?" Another ghost attacked Sanemi from behind, but Sanemi dodged it with a roll.

"Hehehe, it's not just swordsmen who can kill; demons also kill each other."

"That's right, that female ghost might have already been eaten clean by some starving ghost!"

The two ghosts were completely unaware of the kind of being they were provoking, and their coordinated provocations were truly outrageous.

Sanemi didn't speak, but his gaze towards the two demons opposite him instantly turned cold.

"Oh, are you angry? Do you want me to...?"

"Wind Breathing - Fourth Form - Rising Sandstorm!"

Before the two ghosts could finish their conversation, they experienced the joy of taking off, being chopped into thin pieces in mid-air, with large amounts of blood pouring down on them, soaking Sanemi's hair and haori.

The red and white colors intertwined, coupled with Sanemi's terrifying expression.

At this moment, Sanemi is more like a demon that has crawled out of hell to claim a life.

"Noisy."

One ghost after another, until dawn broke and the first night ended.

Sunlight streamed through the trees and fell upon Sanemi. The demon beneath Sanemi, whose shoulder had been pierced by the Nichirin Blade but whose neck had not yet been severed, turned to ashes under the sunlight's blessing.

One fruitless night, Sanemi did not get any information about Shizu's whereabouts.

His body was sticky with demon blood, and the stench almost made Sanemi, who had just relaxed, vomit.

Ugh, that's disgusting.

Reaching a riverbank, Sanemi took off his haori and jacket and soaked them in the water, giving himself a quick wash.

"are you OK?"

Sanemi was washing the blood off his body by the river when he heard the sound behind him. Alertly, he picked up the Nichirin Blade beside him and turned around.

A short swordsman appeared behind him.

The lower half of his face was wrapped in bandages, and a snake was coiled around his neck.

Sanemi remained silent, looking warily at the stranger who had suddenly appeared behind him.

Is this person... male or female?

There's a gloomy feeling about this.

Obanai, drawn by the smell of blood, frowned as she looked at the river water in front of Sanemi, which was stained red.

"Are you badly injured?" Obanai rummaged through the wound medicine that Kyojuro had prepared for her and handed it to Sanemi. "I have some hemostatic medicine here, would you like some?"

Seeing that the white-haired swordsman in front of her hadn't made any move for a while, and fearing that she would be mistaken for a bad guy, Obanai didn't approach him rashly.

He raised his hand and tossed the jar of ointment to Sanemi.

Sanemi took the medicine jar with one hand, glanced at it, and placed it on the ground beside him. He then stood up and picked up the washed clothes that were weighed down by a stone on the riverbank.

"Thank you, but I don't need this. That blood isn't mine."

Without saying anything more to the gloomy boy in front of him, Sanemi twisted the clothes in his hands and walked towards the trees in the distance where the sun could shine.

Obanai stood still, not offering any further advice. Only after Sanemi had walked far away did she go to the riverbank and pick up the jar of ointment.

"You felt it too, right?"

The little white snake coiled around Banai's neck hissed twice.

Looking in the direction Sanemi had left, Obanai narrowed her heterochromatic yellow-blue eyes. "He's very strong."

The clothes were hanging on the tree branches, and Sanemi leaned against the tree, resting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes for a short rest.

The wound on my arm, repeatedly cut open, had the skin turned inside out and turned somewhat white after being soaked in the river water.

Sanemi was used to enduring pain, so this little bit of pain was nothing to him.

All night long, they killed more than ten ghosts, but received no news whatsoever.

Could it be that Mom, like those two scumbags said, has already...?

Shi opened his eyes and looked at the tree canopy not far away with a displeased expression.

"I said... how long are you going to keep watching?"

Chapter 57 Want to team up, bro? I'm super strong!

Completely unfazed by being caught peeping at someone, Obanai, who was lying on her side in the tree like a snake, became even more interested in Sanemi upon hearing this.

Wow, you're so perceptive! You noticed me even from this far away.

Obanai sat up, crossed her legs, and rested her chin on her hand as she looked at Sanemi: "I killed four demons last night, what about you?"

After recognizing the boy in the tree as the same one from before, Sanemi leaned back and closed his eyes.

"I can't remember."

"I don't believe it." Obanai braced herself against the tree branch with both hands, leaped down from the tree, and without hesitation, raised her foot to approach Sanemi.

Ten steps, five steps, four steps, three steps.

The distance has been reduced to a social distance that is not very safe; getting any closer would make people feel dangerous.

Sanemi still didn't react.

Perhaps it was a sixth sense, but Sanemi didn't think this somewhat gloomy-looking boy was a bad person.

"More than me?"

"Uh-huh." Sanemi turned his head away, his back to Obanai, and gave a perfunctory reply.

Damn it, I'm so sleepy! Why does this guy keep asking questions?!

Doesn't he need to sleep?!

"Iguro Obanai".

I didn't find any useful information all night, and when I wanted to get some sleep, I was disturbed. It seemed like the person disturbing me had mistaken me for someone else.

Sanemi was incredibly agitated. He pulled his arm away from behind his head, stood up, and squinted at Obanai, looking down at him: "You've mistaken me for someone else."

Obanai raised his hand to his forehead, somewhat confused by Sanemi's thought process, and explained, "I mean, Obanai Iguro is my name."

Sanemi was so angry he laughed, veins throbbing on his forehead. He lowered his voice and snapped:

"Who asked you?!"

Facing a swordsman who looked extremely irritable and was much taller than herself, Obanai showed no fear whatsoever, crossing her arms as she looked at Sanemi:

"It's polite of you to introduce yourself by name."

"Ha, you bastard..." Sanemi laughed in exasperation at Obanai, thinking that he should tell this guy his name as soon as possible so that he could get lost.

"Sanemi Shinazugawa".

“Then we can be considered acquainted.” Obanai handed the ointment that Sanemi had refused back to Sanemi.

"If the wound on your arm isn't treated, you'll get a fever and die."

"..." Sanemi snatched the jar of ointment, unscrewed the cap, scooped out some, and applied it to his arm. "Alright, the medicine's used up, you can go now."

"Why didn't you say thank you?" Obanai crossed her arms and looked at Sanemi, frowning. "How rude."

Sanemi gritted his teeth and forced out a "thank you" through gritted teeth.

"You're welcome. Team up with me for the rest of the days." Obanai unceremoniously took advantage of the situation.

"Is this your real purpose?"

"It is."

Sanemi didn't want to team up with anyone, and before refusing, he recalled Obanai's words about "killing four demons."

"You just said you killed four ghosts last night?"

“Hmm,” Little Banai nodded in agreement, the small white snake coiled around her neck hissing in agreement, “bad luck, only encountered four.”

Are there... female ghosts?

Although Sanemi's question was strange, Obanai was seriously thinking back, "Hmm... let me think..."

Sanemi's heart pounded in his throat, and he dared not breathe too loudly for fear of disturbing Obanai's recollection.

No...no...

Sanemi prayed silently in his heart.

Under Sanemi's tense, breathless gaze, Obanai slowly shook her head.

No.

Sanemi breathed a sigh of relief. This little dwarf was very powerful. Even without a team, he could kill more demons from places where he couldn't see him.

just in case……

"I promise you, let's team up." Sanemi, contrary to his usual behavior, accepted Obanai's invitation to team up.

Although she didn't understand why this guy could change his expression so quickly, she had achieved her goal, so Obanai didn't think much of it.

Among the swordsmen who came to participate in the selection, the two most skilled formed a team.

The speed at which ghosts were killed was even faster at night.

The experience of the first night taught Sanemi that getting information out of demons was extremely difficult, so much so that starting from the second night, the two of them simply cut down any demons they saw, leaving them no way out.

"Wind Breathing - First Form - Dust Whirlwind - Slash!"

"Water Breathing - Second Form - Waterwheel!"

They cut their way from the head of Shandong to the head of Shanxi.

Sanemi and Obanai are like two perpetual motion machines, never stopping.

When he couldn't find any demons, Sanemi would stab himself in front of Obanai, and the lure of the blood would tempt another gluttonous demon to come closer.