Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

Yayoi glanced at Shizu, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, and paced anxiously.

If we don't get rid of this pig's head before Mom gets back, it'll be ruined!

"Get the hell out of here right now!"

Yayoi lost patience with Inosuke and grabbed the hood over his head, dragging him out of the yard.

"Hey! You jerk, stop pulling my hood!"

Inosuke clung to the hood with both hands, refusing to let go no matter what.

Dragged all the way to the connecting corridor, Inoue grabbed a pillar with both feet and wouldn't let go no matter how much Yayoi pulled.

"I'm staying here! The food here is better than wild berries!"

"That woman also said that as long as I want to stay here to eat, I'll have a bowl!"

"I'll smash you into a bowl right now!"

Yayoi really didn't know where this child, who looked only ten years old, got her strength from.

No, did this pig-headed guy trick me with sweet talk when we were on the mountain?

Five minutes of pretense, decades of wealth and glory?

The tug-of-war between Yayoi and Inosuke finally ended with Shizu intervening to plead for leniency.

"Can we keep this child, Yayoi?" Shizu hesitated for a long time before asking Yayoi.

What should we do? Mom has spoken.

"Okay, if Mom likes it, then let's keep it."

After deciding to take the guy in, Shizu went to prepare a room for Inosuke, leaving Inosuke, who was munching on a bag of snacks, and Yayoi, who was leaning back in a chair with her arms crossed and looking depressed, in the room.

A few minutes later, Yayoi broke the silence:

"What's your name?"

"I didn't call for it." Inosuke munched on a sweeter treat than wild berries, then looked up at Yayoi.

“…Ha.” Yayoi laughed helplessly.

I was really overthinking it; I was actually worried that this unintelligent little thing would compete with me for my affection.

"I mean, do you have a name?"

“A name…” Inosuke stuffed the sweets in his hand into his mouth and licked the sugar powder off his hands.

Then, he stood on the chair, crossed his hands in front of him, and pointed his thumbs toward himself.

"Listen up! My name is Hashibira Inosuke!"

"What do you think? Isn't it a pretty powerful name?"

“Iori…” Yayoi couldn’t help but laugh so hard her shoulders were shaking.

"Wild Boar, that's quite a unique name."

Inosuke didn't understand what it meant to have a personality, but that didn't stop him from sensing that Yayoi was mocking him.

He sat back down on the stool, fuming.

"Stop laughing! You're really annoying!"

"Now it's your turn."

"What?" Yayoi finally managed to stop laughing, raising her hand to wipe away the tears that had come out of the corners of her eyes.

“It’s your turn to tell me your name,” Yi’s assistant said matter-of-factly.

"Well, you don't need to know that. You just need to call me Boss."

"Boss?" Inosuke looked at Yayoi, and after confirming that Yayoi really didn't intend to tell him her name, he turned his head away. "I don't want to call you boss!"

After the crisis of vying for favor was resolved, Yayoi found Inosuke extremely pleasing to the eye.

Keeping one of these little creatures at the base is actually quite nice.

Perhaps she projected her longing for Genya and the others onto Inosuke, because Shizu treated Inosuke with great tolerance.

She would prepare Inosuke's favorite foods and sew clothes for him by hand.

Of course, Yayoi also received a share of the food and clothing.

Only by treating everyone fairly could Yayoi avoid becoming unrecognizable due to jealousy.

Inosuke couldn't quite describe the feeling either.

All I know is that every time I get close to Shijin, I feel warm all over, and my heart is bubbling with excitement.

After becoming familiar with his surroundings, Inosuke spent his days running into the mountains, looking for animals to fight, in order to solidify his status as the king of the mountains.

Every time she came back, she would imitate Yayoi and bring back some spoils of war.

Sometimes it's a pocket full of acorns, sometimes it's a few wildflowers by the river, and sometimes it's a few wild eggs.

Occasionally, he would bring back even bigger surprises for Shizu.

"Here, this is for you."

Inosuke, who had been playing outside all day, handed Shizu a beehive that looked quite heavy.

Shizu took the heavy honeycomb and asked Inosuke with some confusion, "Where did you get this, Inosuke?"

"You don't need to worry about that. I'm the king of this mountain now, and these are the offerings the bees have given me!"

Yayoi, who was leaning against a pillar with sunflower seeds carved on it, sneered, walked up to Inosuke, and ripped off Inosuke's hood, revealing a face that was swollen beyond recognition.

"Wow, even the mountain king gets stung by bees like this?"

"Mind your own business!" Inosuke jumped up and tried to snatch back his hood, somewhat embarrassed and angry.

Zhijin sighed and placed the beehive on the stone table beside him.

"Come closer, Inosuke."

"Oh……"

Inosuke gave up on trying to save his headgear from Yayoi and obediently walked up to Shizu.

Shizu gently touched the red and swollen area on Inosuke's face. "Does it hurt?"

"Hiss...not bad." Inosuke didn't want Shizu to worry about him, so he turned his face away and said stubbornly.

Shizu gently cupped Inosuke's face, making him look into her eyes, and explained in a low voice:

"Thank you for these gifts, I really like them."

"But, Inosuke, I can't taste these things, so please don't hurt yourself trying to find them again, okay?"

"Huh?" Inosuke didn't understand why someone could not taste the sweetness of honey. "Why?"

"Ask, ask, ask! What the hell are you talking about?!"

Yayoi gave Inosuke a flick on the forehead and, before Inosuke could raise his head to question her, she put the boar headgear back on Inosuke's head.

"It would be a shame not to eat such good wild honey." Yayoi picked up the honeycomb and weighed it in her hand.

Wow, it's quite heavy.

My mother can't eat it, and I don't like this kind of food either.

If you divide the honey into small jars, you can give it to quite a few people.

"Mom, can I have this? I want to give it to a friend and then share half with Xuanmi and the others."

“Okay~ Yayoi, you can arrange it as you see fit.” Shizu had no objections.

"Hey! I brought that back!"

"I'll go to town and buy you some snacks." Yayoi said to Inosuke without turning her head.

Upon hearing the word "snacks," Inosuke fell silent.

That works too.

Reaching into his hood, Inosuke touched his face, which was swollen from bee stings. Unwilling to be satisfied with just a bag of snacks, he made a small, demanding request:

"Then I'll take two bags of pastries."

"Row."

Chapter 66 If you don't sleep well, you really will become stupid.

They take advantage of Inosuke because he grew up in the mountains, unaware of just how valuable the wild honeycomb he retrieved at the age of ten, when he nearly died, really was.

Yayoi brought back two bags of sweets and gave them to Inosuke to get rid of him.

Wow! Extremely rare wild honey!

Yay! Two bags of super delicious snacks!

In this unfair deal, both sides felt they had gotten a great deal.

After delivering the pre-packaged jars to their designated places, Yayoi took the remaining half of the honey to visit a few little ones.

I've been so busy these past few months that I haven't had a moment to myself, and this is the first time it's been so long since I've had a break.

When she returned, Yayoi brought back a photo album.

"Mom, I think you'll love this gift."

Shizu took the photo album from Yayoi's hand; it contained dozens of photos.

There are solo photos, group photos, photos of students in class, and photos of happy smiles as they sit around a table eating.

Shizu looked through the photos one by one, lingering over each one for a long time.

Yayoi didn't urge her, but sat quietly beside Shizu, accompanying her as she learned about the children she hadn't seen for over a year through these photos.

"Junya has grown so much taller..." Shizu sighed as she looked at the photo of Junya carrying weights and being punished by his master to squat in a horse stance.

Even after seeing the last group photo, her eldest son was not seen in the picture.

"What happened to Sanemi?" Shizu didn't dare to look up at Yayoi, afraid of getting the bad news from Yayoi's eyes beforehand.