Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

This girl is so adorable; she eats with such relish, she looks so lucky.

Just like Xiaoyun.

"Grandma, please eat more too." Kuang Jin put some beef on Qiushan's plate.

"Okay~ Xiao Kuang, don't put any more food on my plate. I'm too old to chew."

"Then eat more tofu, you don't need to use your teeth," Yayoi interjected, adding a large spoonful of tofu to Granny Akiyama's bowl and taking the beef from her plate.

Without even blowing on it, he stuffed it directly into his mouth.

“Hey, Yayoi, you…” Kuang Jin looked at Yayoi with some displeasure.

Yayoi isn't that polite to herself or the people around her; she doesn't take Kōjin's actions to heart.

But now it is Akiyama's grandmother who is being treated this way; she is his only remaining relative in this world.

"What's wrong with me?" Yayoi looked up at Kuang Jin.

"Alright, alright, don't fight, you're both good children." Grandma Qiushan stepped in to mediate, worried that the two children would start arguing.

“No noise.” Yayoi put down her chopsticks, pushed her bowl away, and stood up. “I’m full. I’m going to find a place to rest for a while.”

After saying that, he walked to the rocking chair by the window that he had been eyeing for a long time, and slumped in the rocking chair as if he had no bones in his body.

Basking in the sun, rocking in a rocking chair, I let out a contented sigh.

This is life.

Kuang Jin was seething with anger, but because Grandma Akiyama was there, he didn't argue with Yayoi.

He angrily picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

Hmm? Something's not right?

It seems a bit hard.

Kuang Jin, who was involved in cooking, did not taste the beef hot pot immediately, and Shimi, who could not tell whether it was good or not, did not tell Kuang Jin that the beef was not stewed until tender.

As a result, Kuang Jin only learned about this now.

It's fine for us to eat, but Grandma Akiyama would definitely have a hard time eating. I put the food on Grandma Akiyama's plate, and she would feel embarrassed to refuse.

Could it be that Yayoi did this on purpose...?

"Don't think of me as something noble. I just wanted to eat more of the cold beef."

Yayoi, lying in the rocking chair, suddenly uttered this sentence, creating a dialogue across time with Kuroki, who was lost in thought.

Kuang Jin turned to look at Yayoi in shock, "No, how did you know..."

"Just guessing," Yayoi said casually, without even opening her eyes.

If I'm wrong, just pretend I didn't say anything.

With Shimi and Kuang Jin, two half-grown boys, in the big pot of food, there wasn't much soup left.

The second person to leave the table, Granny Akiyama, sat down in the chair next to Yayoi, and together they basked in the sun through the window.

Sanemi, who was the last to finish eating, took on the task of washing the dishes, while Kuang Jin tidied up the table.

Yes, housework is something for men like them to do, while women like us should just eat our fill and then find a place to take a nap.

Yayoi, without any psychological burden, remained lounging on the recliner.

"Girl."

"What's wrong, mother-in-law?"

Grandma Akiyama gave Yayoi a warm feeling, and Yayoi enjoyed being cared for by Grandma Akiyama, so she became more casual in her interactions with her.

"You need to eat more, look at you, you're too thin..."

"Isn't it pretty?" Yayoi turned over, her back to the window, and smiled at Granny Akiyama.

"She's beautiful, the girl is beautiful no matter what."

Grandma Akiyama stroked Yayoi's hair. "If it were possible, I would really like you to become my granddaughter-in-law."

"That's unlikely."

Yayoi grinned and pointed to Sanemi, who was squatting by the door washing dishes and listening intently to the old lady trying to poach him.

"See that little white-haired guy? He's my fiancé."

"If you want me to become your granddaughter-in-law, you'll have to wait until I divorce him."

"Haha, that won't do." Granny Akiyama was amused by Yayoi's nonsensical words and gently patted Yayoi's head. "This old woman was just joking with you."

After Kuang Jin and Shi Mi finished tidying up the house, Yayoi had had enough of lying down, and it was time to say goodbye.

As before, Grandma Akiyama escorted her all the way to the alley entrance.

"Grandma, you should go back now. We'll come again next time." Kuang Jin waved goodbye to Grandma Qiushan.

Finally, as before, he relayed Qiushan Tingyun's "recent situation": "I almost forgot, Brother Qiushan also asked me to tell you that he has been working for the Lord recently and is too busy to write to you. He will write to you again when he has time."

"It's good to be busy, it's good to be busy," Grandma Qiushan said cheerfully. "Xiaoyun is quite promising."

"I feel very reassured that you guys are Xiaoyun's friends."

After watching the group disappear at the end of the street, Granny Akiyama, leaning on her cane, slowly walked home alone.

I closed the gate, bolted it again, lay on the rocking chair basking in the sun, and looked forward to the next lively time.

She pulled out a faded photograph from her bosom, squinted at it for a long time, and her eyes welled up with tears.

She kept talking:

"Xiaoyun, Kuang Jin and the others have come to see Grandma again."

"Grandma thought that if she pretended not to remember Shimi's name, he wouldn't come. But she didn't expect that the child was so stubborn and kept coming with Kuang Jin."

"This time, they also brought a little girl with them. She's very straightforward, and Grandma likes her very much."

"Time flies. Even Kuang Jin is about the same age as you now."

"Xiaoyun, Grandma will be able to come and visit you in a few years..."

Chapter 83. A life-saving grace must be repaid with enmity!

"Can Shinazugawa come over today?"

"No, make him get out."

"Oh."

Having heard the same answer five times in a month, Shuanglai returned the way she came, ready to tell Shimi the sad story.

As for why it was only five times.

Yayoi glanced at the calendar on the wall; it was the fifth...

Is the old man's birthday around these two days?

"Hey, wait a minute."

"Gah?"

"Go and call Sanemi over."

"Really? Godfather?" Shuanglai couldn't believe her ears.

"Hurry up."

Shedding his disheveled and dejected state, Shuanglai glided out of the yard with great pride and joined Shimi, who was crouching in the shadows by the yard wall.

"Alright, I don't want to hear this, stop talking."

Sanemi stood up, supporting himself on his knees, and beckoned Sōrai to return to his quarters.

More than a month has passed since the last Pillar Meeting. In this month, the jurisdictions have been allocated, the bases have been built, and the Pillar-level swordsmen have adapted to the workload.

He was never allowed to see his mother again.

Every time, Yayoi gave the same reason: "You're too delicious, you'll tempt our mom to commit a crime."

There's really no solution.

For the first time, Sanemi hated himself so much for being of rare blood.

I thought I could go see my mother once my wounds healed and the smell of blood was gone, but who would have thought that one dark and windy night, during an ordinary patrol of my jurisdiction...

I encountered an unlucky guy who almost got eaten by a ghost while walking at night.

What's most infuriating is that the demon seemed to have gained some kind of intelligence, holding the unfortunate guy in front of its neck as a hostage. Sanemi had no choice but to ignore the unfortunate guy's pleas for help and cut down both the man and the demon.

Although he eventually managed to save the unfortunate guy and chopped the demon into mincemeat, Sanemi himself was also clawed by the demon on the arm, and the sight of blood made the unfortunate guy so scared that his crotch got wet.

"My savior! Your...your arm...you need to get it bandaged quickly, or you'll die!!"

"Tsk, you're really noisy."

Sanemi was already incredibly annoyed by the reappearance of bleeding wounds on his body, and now this noisy thing in his ear only made him more irritated.

His face was smeared with blood and had several rather gruesome scars. He spoke in a domineering tone, like a bandit who had jumped out of the forest to rob someone. The unlucky guy was so scared that he trembled and couldn't tell whether the boy in front of him or the ghost was more frightening.

"Go home right now! Don't wander around outside in the middle of the night!" Sanemi pulled a wisteria sachet from his pocket and tossed it to the unlucky guy, then slung his Nichirin Blade over his shoulder and left without looking back.

"Hey! Can you tell me your name?"

The unlucky guy was so touched when he received the sachet for the first time that his heart was pounding, even though the person who gave him the sachet was a man who looked even stronger than him, the kind who could punch him.

but……

It is not impossible.

Sanemi stopped in his tracks, feeling a bit disgusted by the gazes fixed on his back.

"If you look at me with that disgusting gaze again, I'll beat you to death!"

"I have a fiancée!"

"Oh..." The unlucky guy's love affair ended without a trace.

As expected, Yayoi refused him again for a week, citing her injuries.