Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

"No, no, no..." Yayoi only paused for half a second before waving her hands and explaining.

Although I really wanted to tell my mom that the little white-haired guy was dead.

“Sanemi is fine, he’s just not home right now. I didn’t run into Sanemi when I went to visit Genya and the others.”

Zhijin breathed a sigh of relief, closed the photo album, and carefully placed it beside her pillow on the bedside table.

Returning to Yayoi's side, she asked softly, "What is Sanemi doing right now?"

“Him…” Yayoi touched her nose somewhat guiltily, “He thought you were dead, and now he’s a Demon Slayer swordsman like me.”

“I see…” Shizu shifted her gaze to Inosuke, who was lying sprawled on the ground in the yard, basking in the sun. Her eyes held a complex emotion that Yayoi could not describe.

"Alright, it's best not to let Sanemi and the others know about my current state, so they won't worry about me."

"Mom, Dr. Tamayo is researching a drug to turn people back into humans, and they've made some progress." Yayoi lied to comfort Shizu's depressed mood.

There's a hint of something.

For more than half a year, it was as if I had been plagued by a plague; I didn't get to see a single one of the twelve Ghost Months.

Tengen, Sabito, and Giyu are useless; they control most of the territory but have no useful intelligence whatsoever.

Without raw materials, what can you possibly research by relying on the small amount of ordinary demon blood that is regularly sent to Tamayo?

"Really? That's great."

Upon hearing Yayoi's words, Shizu smiled genuinely.

But to Yayoi, that smile was somewhat irritating.

After Mom becomes human, will she really want to stay here?

Yayoi's situation is uncertain.

After hearing Shizu tell her with deep emotion how much she had let down Sanemi, her eldest son, Yayoi became certain.

Mom's favorite is still that little white-haired boy.

Ugh, not very satisfying.

What makes that white-haired guy so special?

He must have knocked his head off in his past life to have such a wonderful mother, right?

……

"Thank you for taking care of me these past few days, Yayoi."

"Now that I've turned back into a human, I won't hurt Xuanmi and the others anymore. I want to go back to them."

"Yayoi, you'll respect my choice, right?"

"No!" Yayoi yelled and sat up, sweating profusely as she sat on the bed, panting heavily.

Damn it! Why am I having this nightmare again?!

Yayoi curled up her legs, covered her face with her hands, placed the backs of her hands on her knees, and let out a long sigh.

Thankfully, it was just a dream.

It's really weird, I've been having these strange dreams lately!

What you think about during the day, you dream about at night. However, Yayoi never admitted that she was truly afraid that Shizu would leave her after turning back into a human.

Despite not having slept well, Mi Sheng was bumming up sleep in the meeting hall of the Zhuhe Conference with a straight face.

At the age when I'm growing taller, what else am I supposed to do if I don't sleep?

"Oh dear~ Please take care of me from now on~"

"Hmm?" Yayoi stopped her head from bobbing up and down, turned her body slightly, walked around Gyomei, and looked up at the figure standing at the front.

Oh? Kanae has also been promoted to Pillar-level swordsman?

Yayoi ceremoniously blew a kiss to Kanae, then hugged her arms and hid behind Gyomei to catch up on her sleep.

That's great, this big guy gives me a strong sense of security.

Until the end of the meeting, Sabito, who lost to Giyu in a game of rock-paper-scissors, became the one responsible for waking Yayoi up.

Yayoi slept soundly and didn't hold it against Sabito.

"Want to grab something to eat together?"

Kanae was also in no hurry to leave, and invited Haruto, who had been hit by half an electric cannon, to join in.

"Since we're already having a get-together, let's just go together. It'll be more fun with more people."

"Consider it a celebration of Butterfly's promotion to Pillar-level Swordsman."

In the Demon Slayer Corps, no one dares to say they've never been injured.

As a result, Kanae, who had been managing the Butterfly Mansion, became familiar with these Pillar-level swordsmen very early on.

"Great! I was worried that you and Tomioka wouldn't want to come with us."

Yayoi and Giyu, who were standing to the side yawning and listening to the two of them exchanging pleasantries, exchanged a glance.

Why aren't you saying anything?

You didn't say anything either, did you?

[Saburo has said everything I wanted to say; there's nothing more to add.]

[What a coincidence, I'm just too lazy to talk.]

Giyuu looked away, not wanting to continue the silent, encrypted conversation with Yayoi, that scoundrel.

You can never guess what nonsensical thing this guy will say next.

After much deliberation, we finally took the advice of the seasoned foodie, Sakoto, and chose a large and affordable izakaya (Japanese pub) where we all sat around a table to eat hot pot.

"How is it? Isn't this restaurant incredibly delicious?"

Sabito enthusiastically recommended the hidden gem shop he had stumbled upon to Kanae and Yayoi.

"Yes, it tastes great." Kanae readily complimented her.

Yayoi didn't say anything, but her engrossed eating said it all.

I haven't slept well for several days in a row, and the short nap I managed to take during the half-day meetings was simply not enough.

Halfway through the meal, Yayoi almost scalded herself in the hot pot while reaching for food with her chopsticks.

"careful!"

Kanae noticed Yayoi's unusual behavior and intervened in time to save her.

"Thank you, Kanae."

Forced to regain her senses, Yayoi, true to her original aspirations, stuffed the fatty beef she was holding with her chopsticks into her mouth.

"Yayoi, I was just about to ask you, is something on your mind lately? You seem to be in a really bad state."

Kanae poured Yayoi a glass of ice water, which Yayoi obediently took and drank.

Huh? Why does my tongue hurt?

Yayoi picked up her Nichirin Blade from the side and used it as a mirror.

Ouch~ I got two big blisters on my tongue.

When will this matter be resolved?

Yayoi didn't understand, and stuffed another bite of the fatty beef that had just been scooped out of the pot into her mouth.

Then... the two bubbles turned into three.

Kanae, sitting next to Yayoi, and Giyuu Sabito, sitting opposite Yayoi, both looked at Yayoi with strange expressions as she did something foolish.

Chapter 67 Wow, fresh pig brains, let's make a hot pot!

Thinking that the brains of four people combined would definitely be better than the brains of one person, Yayoi stopped hiding her thoughts and told these "brains" about the things that had been troubling her for many days.

"Yeah... I have a friend who's interested in someone else's mother."

"He's set his sights on a married woman, huh? That's certainly not an easy thing to do." Sabito rubbed his chin, genuinely considering a solution.

"No, her husband died a long time ago."

"Oh, a widow." As soon as Sabito finished speaking, a red envelope appeared on his head, which could be considered an early New Year.

"Ouch—why did you hit me?"

Yayoi withdrew her hand and sat back down in her seat. "You really have a lot to say."

"Also, my friend wants her to be his mother."

"Oh, a human trafficker." Sakoto's mouth was faster than her brain; she only realized what she had said after she finished speaking.

Seeing Yayoi's face turn as black as the bottom of a pot, he swallowed nervously.

"Um... could you be a little gentler?"

Yayoi kept a record of the beating, and if this brat could offer any useful advice, she would forgive him.

If not, then settle all old and new scores together.

As long as you don't kill them, it's all considered a friendly spar.

Driven by an overwhelming will to survive, Sabito began frantically working its CPU while clutching its head, wisps of white smoke rising from its head.

Giyuu, who was innocently caught in the crossfire, was also dragged into the barbecue by Sabito.

"If that mother has few children, you could have your friend become her godparent or something," Yi Yong suggested after some thought.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The professional straight man, Qian Tu, went live, his eyes lighting up instantly. "Who says a godmother isn't a mother?"

Yayoi leaned back in her chair, looking at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, trying to hold back her tears.

"They have quite a few children."

"Three or five at most, right?" Qin Tu guessed.

Those present were either orphans or only sisters; it was hard to imagine what a grand occasion it must have been to have "many children."