Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

"I! No! Susuke!!"

Having inherited Yayoi's auspicious spot for sunbathing, Inosuke, who was enjoying a blissful afternoon nap, suddenly jolted awake and peered down.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Have wild boars invaded our territory?"

"Invasion my ass! Get me a stool!"

"Oh."

Inosuke can't jump off the roof like Yayoi; he can only come down the same way he got up.

With a "thud," he leaped from the eaves to the opposite rooftop, then slowly slid down the thickest pillar.

After landing, he felt a little awkward and tugged at his crotch.

When will I be able to jump down and up like Yayoi?

Every time I come down from the roof like this, I feel a little sad.

With the low stool under her feet, Yayoi instantly became more than half a head taller than Sanemi.

That's right, that's more like it.

Adjusting her perspective, Yayoi continued her outburst.

He cursed for more than ten minutes, until Sanemi was completely numb and felt that his past sins might be wiped away after this ordeal.

"Snapped!"

Yayoi slapped Miyako on the head.

"You dare to let me daydream!"

"Hiss—" Sanemi wanted to cover his mouth but didn't dare to, and gasped in pain. No wonder he was a Pillar-level swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps, his grip was really strong.

I reckon if Yayoi hadn't held back, she would have cracked her skull open on the spot.

Even though she was so angry, she couldn't kill herself. It seems Yayoi really likes me.

Sanemi comforted himself and forced back the tears that were welling up in his eyes.

"Thank you," Sanemi said.

Yayoi's hand, which was about to strike a second time, hovered in mid-air. After a moment's hesitation, she withdrew her hand.

He leaned back and looked at the little white-haired boy in front of him with suspicion.

Could it be that the slap knocked him out of his mind? Did his language system break down?

He hasn't even become a pillar yet, and he's already turned into a fool. What's he going to do?

Yayoi, feeling somewhat guilty, cupped Sanemi's face in her hands and ruffled Sanemi's hair like she would a chachamaru.

"Oh, my poor little darling, from now on you can only be an innocent, kind, carefree fool."

"We must not follow the example of Inoue Saburo from the foot of Momoyama. He is impolite and hits people. We should not learn from him."

He was inexplicably labeled a "fool," and then Yayoi patted his head like that...

How shameful!

"Baby? What a disgusting term! How could Yayoi say something like that!"

Sanemi blushed and reached out to grab Yayoi's wrist, defending himself: "I haven't become an idiot."

"Oh."

After this ordeal, Yayoi had vented all her anger, and she pulled her hand out and slapped Sanemi's hand in return.

"Who gave you permission to touch me?"

He didn't hold back at all, and used too much force, almost causing himself to fall off the cliff.

Sanemi was also a worrier. He was worried that Yayoi would get upset with him if she really fell, so he reached out and gently helped Yayoi up with his swollen arm.

Finally, as if anticipating something, he showed Yayoi his tightly clenched hand, "I didn't touch it, I'm holding it."

"Who asked?"

Yayoi jumped off the low stool. "How could someone fall from such a height?"

He picked up the stool and wiped it on Sanemi's uniform a couple of times. After cleaning it, he plopped down on it, his right leg reflexively landing on his left.

"Tell me, why did you say thank you just now?"

Yayoi suspected that Sanemi had some special affinity for letters, but dared not say it aloud, fearing that her words might become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Sanemi stood obediently in front of Yayoi, and even the tall man of over 1.7 meters suffered humiliation following him.

He pursed his lips, secretly observing Yayoi's expression, and only after confirming that she had truly calmed down and wanted to hear his explanation did he carefully begin to speak:

"Many things, they saved my mother, took care of Xuanmi and the others, and saved me time and time again."

“That’s it…” Yayoi stood up, supporting herself on her knees.

These things, which Sanemi considered enormous, were nothing more than trivial matters to Yayoi.

Besides, I'm after the mother of this little white-haired girl; the little white-haired girl is just a bonus.

But... you can't say it like that.

Having developed her own mature linguistic logic and been guided by melodramatic romance novels, Yayoi learned to speak with a degree of ambiguity.

"I thought it was something important."

Yayoi bypassed Sanemi and walked straight towards the gate of the courtyard.

"We can't just watch you become an orphan, Sanemi, can we? That would be too pitiful."

"It would break my heart."

After saying that, Yayoi turned her back to Sanemi and choked.

No wonder it's a tried-and-true killer move; it's a classic case of hurting the enemy a thousand while damaging yourself eight hundred.

It disgusted and ruined my mother.

After walking a distance, Yayoi estimated that it was about time and turned back to look at Sanemi.

It wasn't just the perfect lighting; it was also the deep emotion that was at play.

Upon seeing Yayoi's smiling face, Sanemi's heart pounded wildly, more thrilled than ever before.

“If you’re truly moved, then repay me with your body,” Yayoi said with a smile.

His eyebrows curved upwards, his lips turned up, and his smile was as dazzling as the sun.

Fortunately, Sanemi falls for this act; if you look closely, you can see Yayoi's lips twitching.

What should I do? I can't keep up the act any longer.

What should I do? I can't hold back any longer.

Sanemi stared blankly at Yayoi, her two arms hanging at her sides trembling slightly.

I really want to hug her, but... she doesn't seem to like being touched.

Sanemi took two or three deep breaths in a row, repeatedly trying to calm himself down.

Holy crap! He's practically slave owner number three now! He's already my fiancé, what's wrong with me hugging him!

The worst that can happen is I get beaten to death!

Sanemi took three steps in two to get to Yayoi and pulled her into his arms.

He responded to Yayoi's words in a low voice.

"Ah."

"I'm willing."

Chapter 75. Those who eagerly seek to be beaten are called McDonald's!

The beating didn't land on him for a long time, and Sanemi opened his eyes in disbelief.

I waited a few more seconds, but still didn't get beaten up.

"Why...why aren't you hitting me anymore?"

Mi gave an angry sneer, moved her only movable wrist, and twisted it on Sanemi's thigh, causing Sanemi to tense her muscles in pain.

"Now you know, my hand can only reach this far. If you want to get beaten up, let go of me, and I'll beat you to death."

Sanemi silently did the math in his mind: since he was going to get beaten up anyway, it wouldn't be worth it if he didn't hug her a little longer.

Worried that Yayoi might break free prematurely, Sanemi held on even tighter.

I had always heard Kuang Jin talk about how to be popular with girls and how to find a like-minded partner as soon as possible, but I always scoffed at it.

What's the point of having any of those things? It's not as worthwhile as killing one more ghost.

Sanemi never believed that happiness would come to him.

From childhood to adulthood, I have always struggled to survive under the challenges of fate.

It seems... even the gods have smiled upon me this time.

In every moment of utter despair, Yayoi appears, rewriting her destiny like a god.

Genmi and the others survived.

Kuang Jin survived.

Now even Mom has survived.

"Thank you." Sanemi, who hadn't shed a tear in a long time, seemed to want to show all the grievances she had swallowed over the years to the person she trusted most.

Mother, and... wife.

This is perhaps the kind of happiness that Kuang Jin was talking about, different from the happiness between family members.

Is it too late to return it now?

Yayoi is now filled with regret. Maybe she should go back and discuss with Tanaka how to change Genya's age. At least Genya doesn't cry all the time.

She's already cried twice in less than an hour since we met.