Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

Yayoi was just about to lie down on the roof for a nap when she spotted Sanemi appearing at the gate of the courtyard.

He got up, braced himself against the roof tiles, and leaped onto the roof of the covered walkway. He jumped two or three times and landed in front of Sanemi.

With her familiarity with the courtyard and the inspiration from Inosuke, Yayoi took the interconnected corridors in the courtyard to a whole new level.

This way, it will be faster to get from the living room to the gate.

They simply ignore the terrain and fly all over the map.

Sanemi, who was still confronting Inosuke, had just heard Yayoi's voice and looked up when he saw Yayoi flash by, then flash by again, and then suddenly appear in front of him like a ghost.

"Who is he?" Inosuke pointed at Sanemi with a displeased expression, as if his territory had been invaded.

“Your slave master number three.” Yayoi pointed at Inosuke’s boar head mask and upgraded Sanemi to a higher rank.

"Huh? Why? I was here first! I'm the boss!" Inosuke crossed his arms, indignant.

"Go away, go play somewhere else." Yayoi shooed away the troublesome Inosuke.

"Number three?" The observant Sanemi noticed the detail in Yayoi's words and asked.

Yayoi did not respond to Sanemi, but instead rummaged through the bag that Sanemi was carrying.

"Wow, it's clean so quickly! Very good, very good."

Not only did it wash clean, but I don't know what Sanemi used, but the clothes smelled wonderful, much better than Inosuke's.

The clothes that Inosuke washed... could only be described as not being dirty at all.

Alright, from now on, Sanemi will take care of the laundry.

Yayoi thought to herself with a smug satisfaction.

Seeing that Yayoi wasn't going to respond, Sanemi looked at Yayoi, who was still marveling at the clean coat she was carrying, and asked again.

"What is Slave Owner Number Three? Were there Number One and Number Two before me?"

“Yes, there is.” Yayoi nodded frankly.

Indeed, there are such cases. Shizu is number one, Yayoi is number two, and Sanemi only managed to achieve upward social mobility by marrying herself off.

Otherwise, we can only do what Inosuke did and fight over who will be the number one slave.

They could never be slave owners, right?

However, Sanemi, who had not yet mastered mind-reading like Zenitsu, clearly misunderstood and felt a pang of jealousy.

Number One, Number Two...

Yayoi Kuwashima has a very rich romantic history; I can only rank third.

Forget it, the first two good-for-nothings failed to satisfy Yayoi, which is why they had their own affairs. As long as there's no slave owner number four, it's fine.

"By the way, did you go to the Butterfly Mansion? Has your injury healed?" Yayoi asked.

"Yes, I've checked, it's nothing serious," Sanemi lied.

I didn't go to the Butterfly Mansion, and I didn't treat my injuries much.

Thinking about quickly washing the clothes and returning them to Yayoi, then going to the Butterfly Mansion to see Kōchin, and also going to the doctor for a check-up.

"That's good." Yayoi stuffed the clothes back into the bag, turned around and led the way for Sanemi. "Follow me."

Sanemi followed behind Yayoi, assuming that Yayoi had something to say to him.

Silently observing the courtyard, I felt a strange sense of unease.

Yayoi was probably sunbathing on the rooftop, but the courtyard is full of shaded corridors, so she couldn't get any sun at all.

Following Yayoi to a house, Yayoi knocked on the door, which was quite unusual for her.

"Mom, I'm coming in."

Mother?

Yayoi's mother?

Sanemi stood at the door, nervously clutching the bag in his hand.

She was worried that she would leave a bad impression on Yayoi's mother.

How should I introduce myself?

Hello, Mrs. Kuwashima. I am Sanemi Shinazugawa, Yayoi's lover.

Tsk, what cheesy words, even though they've only met a few times.

Why are they skipping the dating process and getting married right away?!

What should I do? I can't bring myself to say it. Maybe I should just tell Mrs. Kuwashima that I'm Yayoi's friend.

I'll gradually get used to the new way of addressing you.

Sanemi was still brainstorming when the sounds coming from inside the room made his mind go blank, buzzing.

"No need to be so polite, Yayoi, just come in."

That voice... it's Mom.

my mom.

Yayoi pushed open the door, leaned against the doorframe, and grinned as she announced the good news to Shizu inside.

"Mom~ I told you the day before yesterday that I had prepared a surprise for you~ Are you ready?"

"What surprise is it?" Shizu put down what she was embroidering, looked gently at Yayoi, and asked.

Yayoi often brings him strange and unusual items, and Shizu has gotten used to these surprises from Yayoi, wondering what it will be this time.

"Clang clang clang~"

Yayoi jumped into the house, stretching her arms out straight towards the doorway, one up and one down.

Anyone with a bit of sense would have walked in by now, but this little white-haired guy, who seemed to be completely out of it, had no sense at all.

"Hey! Don't force me to slap you when I'm so happy."

Yayoi gave Sanemi a stern scolding and then grabbed Sanemi's arm, dragging him into the house.

"Sanemi?" Shizu looked at his eldest son, who had appeared at the door, with some surprise.

It had been more than two years since I last saw him. Sanemi had grown a lot taller and had completely shed his childishness, looking more like a reliable adult.

The scars on his face tell the story of the harm he caused Sanemi when he lost his mind back then.

“It really is you… Sanemi.” Shizu stood up and took two steps closer to Sanemi.

Hearing my mother's voice, seeing my mother standing in front of me, and then hearing my mother call my name.

Sanemi's tears rolled down her cheeks in a flash.

"Mom...Mom..."

Sanemi's bag fell to the ground with a "thud," and he staggered toward Shizu, kneeling down and burying his face in front of Shizu, tightly hugging Shizu's waist, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Although she had already accepted that her mother was dead, it took Sanemi a long time to come to terms with it.

Seeing her mother standing alive in front of her now, Sanemi felt like she was dreaming.

"Mom...you're not dead..."

"No, it was Yayoi who saved me and found a doctor to restore my sanity." Shizu stroked Sanemi's head gently, just like when he used to lull Sanemi to sleep when he was a child.

Sanemi is missing his mother, and Shizu is missing her child.

Both were touched by the surprise Yayoi had prepared.

"Hey, slow down, don't get my clothes dirty."

When Sanemi lunged at Shizu, Yayoi picked up the bag from the ground with a pained expression and hung it aside.

The plan was to leave the space for the mother and son, who had been separated for a long time, to catch up, but they suddenly stopped just before closing the door.

Although saying these words at this time might be a bit out of place, but...

Mom, why are tears of emotion streaming down your face?

As Shizu's saliva increased, his appetite grew, and his nails grew longer.

The little white-haired boy, still nestled in his mother's arms, was completely unaware of what was happening.

Yayoi secretly said:

Buhou! There's a dog who's not telling the truth!

Chapter 74 Just hug! Just hug! The worst that can happen is I get beaten to death!

Before Shizu could bite Sanemi's neck and severely injure his son again after two years, Yayoi grabbed Sanemi by the throat and dragged him out of the bedroom.

The door slammed shut, leaving Zhijin alone in the room to calm down.

Yayoi clutched her pounding heart with one hand, still shaken. What a close call! She almost lost both her and her unborn child.

If Mom really lets her big son bite her to death, Mom will have to go sunbathe and commit suicide today.

That would mean two lives lost, one unborn and one unborn.

"Are you trying to die, Sanemi Shinazugawa?!"

Yayoi shoved Sanemi in an annoyed tone, "I asked you before I came, 'Have your injuries been treated? Have they been treated?' What did you tell me?"

"You bastard, don't you know you have rare blood?! Aren't you just tempting our mother to commit a crime?!"

Sanemi didn't dare to say a word, looking guilty.

"Speak up, are you mute?"

"Why didn't you pretend to be mute when you were lying to me?"

Sanemi's silence infuriated Yayoi even more, and she wished she could hang Sanemi from the tree in the yard right now and let him fly away in the wind.

"I was wrong," Sanemi apologized, his head hanging low.

"Stop spouting nonsense! If you're wrong, who else could be wrong but me?!" Yayoi grabbed Miya's collar and shook her back and forth.

Damn it! This little white-haired guy must have eaten farm manure, he's grown so fast!