Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

"Senior sister, the paper money is over there. Burn as much as you want."

"..."

Two damn bastards.

He skillfully climbed through the window and entered the house, slapping Zenitsu once and Kaigaku twice.

The familiar force made the two of them realize clearly that the female demon was really not dead.

"Senior sister, you're really not dead?" Zenitsu covered his cheek with one hand, sobbing as he tugged at Yayoi's haori sleeve, asking again to confirm.

"Still talking!"

Yayoi raised her hand to hit him, but Zenitsu quickly withdrew his hand and obediently knelt down.

Yes, it's definitely my senior sister.

Yayoi poured a cup of tea into the brazier and kicked the unlucky thing over.

He slammed the cup back onto the table with a loud "bang." "Which bastard spread these rumors about me?"

"How could I die out there just because I came back one day late?"

Shan Yi remained silent and turned to look at Kaiyue.

Kaigaku remained silent, turning his head to look at the innermost room of the wooden house.

Oh, it's just a rumor spread by the old man. No wonder those two good-for-nothings took it seriously.

Yayoi plopped down in a chair, feeling a bit annoyed, and casually picked up a piece of fruit offered in front of the memorial tablet and started munching on it.

Mmm~ Yes, that's the taste~

I've been craving this for almost two days.

Seeing Yayoi's satisfied expression, Kaigaku and Zenitsu exchanged a glance.

Senior brother, you go first.

No, no, junior brother, you should ask your senior sister.

It was a rare moment of brotherly affection and respect, and in the end, the honest and easygoing Shan Yi succumbed, weakly raising his hand to speak:

"Um... Senior sister, what did you do all day when you came back so late?"

Yayoi, admiring her beloved peaches, mumbled, "Enough with the gossip. Instead of wasting time on this, go pick two baskets of peaches. I'm taking them with me."

"Your dear senior sister will be going to work like a slave in a few days and won't have much time to come back and be with you."

"Really? That's great!" Zenitsu was young and couldn't hide his emotions, unlike Kaigaku who suppressed his smile and pretended to be very regretful.

"Hmm?" Yayoi glanced sideways at the gleeful Zenitsu.

Zenitsu turned to look at Kaigaku, realizing he had gotten a little carried away, and mimicked Kaigaku's expression of regret.

"I mean, I'll miss your senior sister a lot."

"Hmm, that's more like it."

Chapter 7: Just by crying, I managed to get my hands on the old man's retirement money!

Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, Yayoi sat in the chair and finished eating her offering. Satisfied, she wiped the sticky juice from her hands onto the old man's beloved tea pet.

Still feeling clumsy, Kaigaku, with his keen eye, handed over a damp handkerchief.

"Hmm~ As expected of Senior Sister's favorite junior brother, you are much more perceptive than Zenitsu."

It was obvious to the naked eye that Kaigaku was quite pleased with the praise, looking like a tsundere cat.

Turning his head to look at the sobbing Zenitsu, he suddenly felt less proud.

"Better than this piece of trash" doesn't sound like a compliment, it's more like an insult, doesn't it?

"Where's the old man? It's only just gotten dark, he shouldn't be asleep yet, right?"

Kaiyue shook his head. "I'm not asleep. Master just said he was going to burn some clothes for you, Senior Sister."

"..."

Oh no! My pretty dress!

Despite rushing back to her room as fast as she could, Yayoi was still a step too late.

The firelight illuminated Kuwashima Jigoro's sorrowful expression, and Yayoi's tears streamed down her face.

That's right, the wardrobe is mostly empty, and the missing items are mostly my favorite pieces.

Even the super pretty pink haori that the old man had prepared for himself became fuel for the fire.

"You old geezer... Waaah... Give me back my pretty dress!"

Yayoi scrambled towards the fire, managing to save a haori sleeve, and cried even harder.

All the pretty clothes I was so reluctant to wear are gone! All gone!

Kuwashima Jigoro looked at Yayoi, who was clutching a charred haori sleeve and wiping away tears, with some astonishment:

"Yayoi...you're still alive."

"You old geezer, give me back my nice clothes!"

"Why didn't you come back on time? Where have you been these past few days?"

"You old geezer, give me back my nice clothes!"

"How did the assessment go? Did you get to see the lord?"

"You old geezer, give me back my nice clothes!"

"..."

"You brat, don't you have anything else to say?!" The tenderness that Kuwashima Jigoro had painstakingly cultivated was completely worn away by Yayoi.

"Waaaah... I only had a few clothes, and you burned them all. What am I supposed to wear now...?"

Seeing that Yayoi was truly crying her heart out, Kuwashima Jigoro was at his wit's end and gently coaxed her, "Alright, it's all Master's fault. Master will buy you a whole new cabinet, okay?"

"not good……"

Yayoi wiped away her tears, sobbing intermittently.

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

Let's settle for cash.

"..."

Seeing Yayoi quickly open her empty wallet towards him, Kuwashima Jigoro was speechless.

After a long silence, Yayoi noticed that Kuwajima Jigoro hadn't made a move, so she couldn't help but glance at him again and again.

"..."

All my words were reduced to a helpless sigh.

Good heavens, this brat is definitely aiming to take my retirement money. I was actually worried she'd be upset about the burned clothes.

Is that enough?

Kuwashima Jigoro pulled a wad of banknotes from his wallet and asked Yayoi.

Yayoi shook her head.

Kuwashima Jigoro added another stack.

Yayoi shook her head again.

Kuwashima Jigoro drew out a few more cards.

Yayoi shook her head again.

Kuwashima Jigoro rolled his eyes at Yayoi and tried to take back the stack of banknotes on the floor in front of him.

"That's enough, that's enough." Yayoi reacted quickly, grabbing all the banknotes before Kuwajima Jigoro could touch them.

"Hehe...Thanks, Master!"

Kuwashima Jigoro sighed helplessly, his eyes full of doting affection, "You...you little ingrate, this is the only time you can say something nice."

"Yes, yes, Master, whatever you say is right."

Yayoi kept her head down as she counted the money, not even looking up as she gave Kuwashima Jigoro a perfunctory answer.

Why did you come back a whole day late this time?

"This year, there were an unusually large number of swordsmen who passed the test. The Demon Slayer Corps didn't have enough forging stones and Kasugai crows, so they kept us for an extra day."

After counting the money, Yayoi carefully put it all into her wallet.

I'm not going to buy clothes. It's just a job, and they give out uniforms for free. Why would I spend money on clothes? That would be pointless.

Wouldn't it be better to save this money and retire a couple of years earlier?

"What happened during the final selection?" Kuwashima Jigoro quickly went from taking the question to explaining the reason, "Yayoi, you didn't interfere with the selection, did you?"

"I'm not that free."

Yayoi carefully put her wallet away in her inner pocket.

"He is Mr. Urokodaki's apprentice. He killed all the demons on the mountain by himself. In a way, I am also a direct admission student."

As Kuwashima Jigoro listened, he gradually crossed his arms over his chest, adopting a defensive stance.

Yayoi knew at a glance that the old man probably thought she was bragging again.

"Really, Master, you have to believe me."

"Really, Master, you have to believe me."

Sabito and Urokodaki explained it to each other until they were hoarse, but Urokodaki still couldn't believe that Sabito had single-handedly cut down all the demons on the mountain.

"If you don't believe me, ask Yi Yong."

Enraged, Sabito pulled out Giyuu from behind him and shoved him in front of Urokodaki.

"..."