Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

The Ubume screamed and collapsed to the ground, its body writhing and regenerating wildly. Its eyes, filled with disbelief, stared at Yayoi: "Impossible! How could you not have been affected by my Illusion Incense!"

"It's a long story, so I'll make it short." Yayoi shrugged as if teasing a child, not in a hurry to add insult to injury.

“Ever since I was seven and gained some intelligence, I’ve been diving into the river every day to avoid training. Holding my breath for ten minutes is nothing to me. Who can you possibly bother with this lousy smoke?” Yayoi crossed her arms, tilted her head, and looked at her with an extremely irritating tone. “Besides, what’s so interesting about your lousy illusion?”

"You...you shouldn't be so smug!" Guhuoniao was completely enraged, and the purple-pink smoke around her suddenly became thicker. "Since ordinary illusions are useless, then I'll show you the deepest obsession in your heart!"

The Ubume's body began to twist, her long hair turned into a gentle chestnut color, her eyebrows and eyes gradually softened, and her purple kimono changed into a simple bright yellow cotton dress.

In a matter of moments, the Ubume transformed into Shizu's appearance, even her tone of voice was exactly the same: "Yayoi..."

Yayoi's pupils contracted, and her grip on the Nichirin Blade tightened involuntarily.

Seeing this, Guhuoniao was overjoyed and continued to say softly, "Yayoi, come home with Mommy, okay? Let's stop fighting."

I walked towards Yayoi step by step, reaching out to hug her: "Mommy missed you so much, Yayoi..."

Sanemi, who was tearing off a haori to bandage Kurokin and stop the bleeding, watched with her heart in her throat.

Why is this guy standing there motionless? Has he fallen into an illusion like Kuang Jin?

On one side is his senior brother whose wounds are still bleeding profusely, and on the other side is Yayoi, whose life hangs by a thread. Sanemi is caught in a dilemma.

Chapter 70: If I don't repay your kindness, then I've worked for nothing.

Just as he placed his hand on the Nichirin Blade, intending to save Yayoi, Yayoi suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, doubled over with ecstasy.

"Hahahaha! You're killing me!" Yayoi clutched her stomach, pointing at the Ubume, "Imitate my mother? You think you're worthy?"

Creating an illusion for people without even doing a background check beforehand? That's out of character, you know?

My mother hasn't been reinstated as a human being yet.

As she laughed, Yayoi's eyes suddenly turned cold, lightning surged around her, and her Nichirin Blade was wreathed in dazzling white light.

"If you don't have any other skills to show me, then you might as well die."

"Thunder Breathing - Third Form: Gathering Mosquitoes into Thunder!"

Countless tiny bolts of lightning instantly engulfed the entire body of the Guhuoniao.

Lightning bolts tore and exploded through her flesh, causing her to scream in agony.

"You're crazy! How could you not even recognize your own mother!" the Guhuoniao screamed hysterically.

“I acknowledge my mother, but I don’t acknowledge you, you beast in my mother’s skin,” Yayoi said coldly, walking towards her step by step without stopping. “You think you’ve found my weakness? How laughable.”

"I will never have any weaknesses."

The Ubume looked at Yayoi, who was closing in step by step, and a hint of fear flashed in its eyes.

Close combat has never been her forte.

"Blood Demon Art: Flesh Cage!"

The Guhuoniao exploded its own body, and countless pieces of flesh surged toward Yayoi like a tide, intertwining and merging in the air to form a huge black ball of flesh that trapped Yayoi firmly inside.

The inner wall of the fleshy ball was covered with wriggling tentacles that constantly secreted corrosive mucus, trying to melt Yayoi inside.

"Hahaha! Now you can't escape!" The voice of the Guhuoniao was indistinguishable from inside or outside the flesh ball, filled with maniacal laughter.

"I will slowly integrate you into my life, making you a part of me, so that you can always be with your mother!"

Sanemi's expression changed drastically, "Yayoi!"

"Don't come any closer!" came Yayoi's calm voice from inside the ball of flesh. "This little thing can't even hold me back."

As soon as he finished speaking, a blinding golden light suddenly flashed inside the fleshy ball.

"Breathing of Thunder - Land Form: Thunderous Drum!"

Rumbling--

An explosion rang out, and the black ball of flesh was instantly blasted to pieces by lightning, with countless fragments of flesh flying everywhere.

Yayoi leaped out from the shower of flesh and landed back on the wall. She raised her arm, sniffed it, and nearly fainted.

That stinks like hell!

Now I just want to donate my nose.

The Ubume was terrified when it saw Yayoi standing on the top of the wall, unable to stop retching. It turned around and tried to run away.

Yayoi vomited for a long time and only vomited a little bit of sour water. When she looked at it, the lower moon that was right in front of her mouth was trying to sneak away!

It's been almost a year since I met someone like this. You got away. How am I supposed to live now?

"You got away, I'll make Sabito and the others laugh themselves to death."

Yayoi's figure transformed into a golden lightning bolt, instantly appearing behind the Ubume.

"Thunder Breathing - First Form: Thunderclap Flash!"

A bolt of lightning, brighter than the sun, flashed by, and the Guhuoniao fell to the ground with a "thud," its legs severed cleanly.

"Why...why didn't you kill me..." Guhuoniao was full of doubts. She could have easily cut off her neck with that attack, but the swordsman only aimed for her legs.

Could it be that she wanted to let him off the hook?

Thinking of this, Guhuoniao's tears fell instantly. "I know I killed someone and deserve to die..."

"Then go die." Yayoi wasn't buying into any of that sentimental pity act. She stepped on Ubume's chest and held the Nichirin Blade to her neck.

"If you really know you deserve to die, you should...find a sunny spot and commit suicide."

"Who the hell wants to listen to your vomiting... babbling on and on?"

Yayoi would gag after saying only half a sentence.

He smelled awful from head to toe.

I'm never curious enough to try Blood Demon Arts again; it's absolutely disgusting.

He took out two lancets from the small pouch tied around his waist and drew two tubes of blood from the Guhuoniao's carotid artery.

Two tubes should be enough, right?

I wonder when I'll meet an upper moon.

Um... not Upper Moon One, thank you.

Yayoi put the blood-drawing needle back into her pouch and skillfully chopped the Ubume into a ghoul.

The Lower Moon is just like that, except it has more Blood Demon Arts and is a bit tougher, making it a little harder to cut.

He grabbed her by the neck and led the limbless Guhuoniao to the vicinity of Shimizu.

"Come on, I'm here to give you some treats. Which of you two wants to cut it?"

Sanemi was pale, but at least he was still conscious.

His face was deathly pale; he had lost too much blood and was already unconscious from the attack.

Yayoi thought about it seriously, and it seemed that... Kakino couldn't lift the Nichirin Blade anymore.

"Sanemi, come here and cut this lower moon down, or you'll regret it."

With her legs severed four times and her arms cut off six times, Guhuoniao had completely lost the will to resist.

"I'm just a pitiful..."

"Still talking!"

Yayoi slapped the guhuoniao in the beak.

Sanemi understood Yayoi's meaning and accepted Yayoi's kindness, and with one stroke, he cut off the neck of the Ubume.

The Ubume, who killed more than ten swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps in one night, turned into ashes.

"Thank you..." Sanemi said, his eyes still filled with barely concealed anxiety.

Holding Kuang Jin in his arms, Shimi felt the body temperature of the person in his arms gradually decrease, and the dryness on Shimi's face became more and more obvious.

Desperate for a cure, Sanemi turned to Yayoi, who was standing to the side looking disgusted as she took off her haori, and asked:

"When will Hidden arrive to handle the aftermath, Kugeno...?"

Yayoi threw her soaking wet haori on the ground and shrugged. "How should I know? I was just called in at the last minute, okay?"

Sanemi's face turned ashen, his eyes filled with despair.

"Why...why couldn't they have come any faster..."

Sanemi held Kuang Jin in her arms, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

He was afraid, afraid of losing this senior brother who had always taken care of him and treated him like a younger brother.

“It’s alright… Sanemi…”

Perhaps it was a final burst of energy before death, but Kuang Jin, who was in Sanemi's arms, struggled to open his eyes and looked at Sanemi with the same gentle gaze as always.

Even if... I'm gone...

Kuang Jin, barely able to speak, said, "You must also eat well... sleep well, and get along well with everyone... understand?"

"Live your life well... and live a good life."

"……Um."

Sanemi gave a short reply.

If he continued, he would surely be unable to hold back his tears, crying and begging Kuang Jin not to die.

Hey, this might be a good opportunity to take advantage of someone's kindness.

Yayoi squatted down in front of the two brothers and asked:

"If I can save his life, can you promise me one thing?"

"Yes!" Sanemi raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed.

He'd do anything to keep Kuang Jin alive.

"Aren't you going to ask me what I need you for?" Yayoi asked.

"Anything is fine."