Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

Yayoi lay on the rooftop basking in the sun, giving instructions to Inosuke, who was dueling with Chacha-chan not far away.

"Wait a minute, I'm not finished yet!"

Inosuke was unwilling to admit that his physical agility was inferior to Chacha-chan's, and he was determined to get back at her.

In this house, the warm and cozy woman is number one, the guy who hits really hard is number two, and number three must be Hashibira Inosuke!

"You don't want to eat dinner tonight?" Yayoi spat out the foxtail grass she was holding in her mouth, sat up, and threatened the little pig in the yard.

The threat wasn't great, but Inosuke was most susceptible to this tactic, so he gave up on continuing to pursue Chacha-chan and turned to go to the kitchen.

"Wait a minute, I'll go pour it for you right away."

It's alright. In half a year, we've gained a little servant in the camp. We just give him some food and drink every day and take him out to play with him when we have nothing to do.

Yayoi lay back down, and just as she adjusted to a comfortable position, a black dot appeared on the horizon.

"Urgent mission—Urgent mission—A waning crest has appeared in the northeast direction. Proceed to provide immediate support! Proceed to provide immediate support!"

Who says a jinx is bad? A jinx is actually very good!

Inosuke, carrying a bowl, looked at the empty roof and fell silent.

Didn't you want some water? Where are you?

Holding a bowl, Inosuke searched from the front yard to the back yard, even lifting Yayoi's blanket to look around, but he couldn't find any trace of her.

Feeling thirsty, Inosuke muttered to himself as he drank the water in his bowl:

"That's really strange."

At this moment, Yayoi, whom Inosuke has been searching for in vain—

"Faster, faster!"

"If that lower moon gets away, I'll stew you today!"

Yayoi followed closely behind Matsuko, occasionally swinging her Nichirin Blade to shave off several of Matsuko's butt hairs.

"Are you crazy?!" Matsuko cursed, not daring to slow down at all. She felt sorry for her cold buttocks and worried that if she flew even slightly slower, the Nichirin Blade would cut her in half at the waist.

I've never seen such a lunatic before!

"Aren't you a harbinger crow? You can't fly as fast as I can run, so how can you deliver messages for me?" Yayoi said matter-of-factly, and swung her sword down again, urging Matsuko on.

Under Yayoi's rigorous training, Matsuko's resilience has improved to the point that he can now face Muzan without flinching.

Is he just a demon king? How could he possibly be as capable as Yayoi Kuwashima in causing trouble for crows?

"You're using breathing techniques to travel, and you still complain that I'm flying too slowly? How shameless! How shameless?!"

"Shut up, you piece of trash. You stupid crow who can't even learn a breathing technique has the nerve to talk. Hurry up and lead the way."

Yayoi kept calling him "useless" and "idiot," which made Matsuko roll her eyes in anger.

Listen to this! Is this even human language?!

For me, a mere Kasugai-rabbit, to learn breathing techniques is a miracle; thank goodness the Demon Slayer Corps' leader isn't this demon!

Despite the threat of death, Matsuko and Yayoi arrived at the place, which was originally expected to take half a day, in just six hours.

Efficiency is doubled and then doubled again.

"Just...ahead..."

Songzi was panting heavily, looking like she might faint at any moment.

There was no need for Songzi to say such nonsense; the unmistakable stench of blood and the sounds of fighting emanated from the small courtyard in front, as if they were about to carve "The House of the Lower Moon, Come and Fight Me If You Dare" on the plaque above the gate.

Yayoi blew away the black feathers clinging to her Nichirin Blade, ignored Matsuko, and kicked open the tightly closed courtyard gate.

There were many swordsmen lying haphazardly in the front yard, looking like they had been dead for a while, but there was no sign of the ghost.

Was that in the backyard? Or inside the house?

Yayoi didn't stop for a moment and rushed towards the direction of the fighting.

"Ah... Sanemi, you really are mine. My lovely child, I love you so much. I love you the most, Sanemi. I will never let you get hurt again, so stay with me, forever—"

Huh? What's going on? That little white-haired guy is here too?

Damn it! They're trying to steal my life right off my back!

Yayoi leaped high onto the wall and saw the horrific scene in the backyard.

Even more horrific than the corpses strewn across the front yard was the sight of the swordsmen's bodies in the backyard, which were so badly dismembered that they couldn't be pieced back together.

Internal organs spilled all over the ground, and only two could stand in the yard—oh no, now there was only one left.

With his abdomen pierced, Kugeno collapsed with a thud.

Sanemi was also nearing his limit, while the disgusting-looking guy opposite him had a flushed face and looked obsessed.

They recklessly danced in Yayoi's minefield.

"Come here, Sanemi, Mommy loves you the most. Let's stay together forever, okay?"

The words "Lower Moon One" were clearly etched in his slightly narrowed eyes.

Chapter 69? That's it? The Lower Moon is all there is?

"Kuang Jin!"

Watching helplessly as Kuang Jin, in order to push away the girl who was controlled by the demon, took the demon's attack himself, collapsing to the ground with a bloody hole in his abdomen, his life hanging in the balance, Sanemi became even more anxious.

We need to get rid of this ghost in front of us quickly, much faster.

Please don't die, Kuang Jin.

Learning from the demon in front of him that he had rare blood, and observing that the demon was clearly drunk after he was injured, Sanemi tried to cut a deeper wound on his arm with his Nichirin Blade, and more blood flowed out.

Sure enough, the ghost became even more delirious after smelling its own blood, its eyes filled with a fanatical thirst that made one feel nauseous.

She says she wants to be his mother, but the greed and desire in her eyes are impossible to hide.

"Are you kidding me! How could I possibly..."

Guhuoniao had no intention of talking about martial virtues, nor did she intend to let Sanemi finish saying these things she didn't want to hear.

Disobedient children... deserve to be punished by their mothers.

It closed the distance to Sanemi at lightning speed and swung a claw toward Sanemi's throat.

Sanemi reacted quickly, holding his Nichirin Blade horizontally in front of him, ready to take the attack head-on. He had already memorized the layout of the backyard and planned how to get up and counterattack immediately after being knocked away.

With his attention focused on the Ubume in front of him, Sanemi didn't notice the commotion behind him.

Seeing that the foolish Lower Moon was about to harm his mother's eldest son right in front of her, Yayoi immediately twirled her Nichirin Blade, gripped it tightly, crouched slightly to gather her strength, and lightning flashed around her.

"Thunder Breathing - First Form: Thunderclap Flash!"

In the blink of an eye, Guhuoniao felt a bright light before her eyes, followed by darkness, as her arm, which was reaching for Sanemi, was chopped off at the root.

Before Guhuoniao could react, Yayoi, who had just finished a slash, placed his hand on Sanemi's taut arm, spun around, and kicked Guhuoniao in the chest, sending the grinning demon flying into the opposite wall.

"Damn it, how dare you, you ugly thing, touch my people?"

"Don't you even know what you're worth?"

After landing, Yayoi once again held her Nichirin Blade horizontally in front of her, blocking Sanemi's path.

"Long time no see, Sanemi."

Sanemi stared blankly at Yayoi, who had suddenly appeared in front of him, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

It has indeed been a long time since I've seen her.

One year? Or two years?

She was someone I used to look up to, but now I'm much taller than her.

How did she end up here?

Why did I have to meet her looking so disheveled again?

"Uh...ah, long time no see."

The fact that she could kill so many swordsmen, and even Kuno couldn't get away with it, suggests that this Lower Moon's strength is probably not bad.

Seeing that the Ubume had pried itself off the wall and its severed arm had been restored in the blink of an eye, Yayoi didn't have time to deal with the little white-haired girl. She took out some bottles and jars from her pocket and threw them into Sanemi's arms.

"Go away, go to the side and see if Kuno is still alive." Yayoi shooed Sanemi away, telling her that the injured burden shouldn't be a hindrance.

Otherwise, if a fight breaks out later, I'll have to check on his condition.

"I'll be done here soon."

"Wait!" Sanemi grabbed Yayoi's wrist, her voice urgent. "Watch out for her Blood Demon Art! She..."

Yayoi raised an eyebrow, slapped his hand away, and scoffed, "A mere Lower Moon, why do you need to avoid her?"

"Hurry up and go apply medicine to your senior brother. If you're not going to die, stop howling and you'll delay my ghost-slaying."

Guhuoniao stroked her newly healed arm, staring at Yayoi with resentment, but a strangely gentle smile appeared on her lips: "What an impolite child... but it's okay, Mom will teach you properly."

With a gentle lift of her hand, wisps of purplish-pink smoke drifted in from nowhere, swirling and spreading in the air as if they were alive, quickly filling the entire backyard.

The smoke carried a sweet, cloying scent of gardenias, smelling just like a field of blooming flowers in spring, so gentle that it could make you let down your guard.

"Come here, my child, come to your mother..." Guhuoniao's voice became gentle and seductive, "Mother will protect you, I will never let you get hurt again, I will never leave you alone again..."

Seeing Yayoi standing still with her eyes gradually becoming unfocused, Guhuoniao assumed that she had been affected by her Blood Demon Art, and her smile deepened.

"Yes, that's it... Relax, leave everything to Mom..."

Guhuoniao walked step by step toward Yayoi, reaching out to stroke her hair, already plotting how to slowly torture this brat who had cut off her arm.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch Yayoi's hair, a blinding bolt of lightning suddenly exploded!

"Breath of Thunder, Second Form: Rice Spirit!"

Yayoi's Nichirin Blade, crackling with lightning, struck her shoulder, cleaving half of her body in two!

"Haha! You got fooled by me!"

Yayoi flicked the blood off her knife, her face full of disdain. "What are you pretending to be, a loving mother? With your acting skills, you wouldn't even get a job as an extra in an Asakusa opera troupe."