Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

After seeing Yayoi off, Amane helped Kagaya walk back to the living room along the corridor.

"Tenon, do you think that my excessive reliance on Yayoi as a variable might have too much of an impact on my unknown destiny?"

"I don't know," Tianyin replied softly.

“But when Yayoi is involved, the course of things is always changed for the better.”

“Sabito, Kugeno, and Miss Butterfly.”

"They all seem to have escaped their predetermined fate, and the Demon Slayer Corps is much stronger than you predicted, Kagaya."

"Yes, that's exactly right."

Kagaya stopped in his tracks. A pink butterfly appeared in his blurry vision. The butterfly approached Kagaya, lingered on his finger for a moment, and then fluttered away.

"Perhaps, Yayoi is indeed the one we've been searching for, the one who rewrote the prophecy."

Chapter 107 A dark and windy night, a perfect time for murder and arson.

Sanemi's week-long caregiving leave ended the day after Yayoi returned from the main house of the birthplace. After a short rest, the Wind Pillar, who never rests all year round, returned to being the dedicated demon crusher.

Unable to encounter the Upper Moon demons, Sanemi, filled with rage, vented all his hatred for demons on these weaklings.

It was tough on the lower-ranking members who went on missions with Sanemi; they would get a scolding if they were slow in gathering intelligence.

Every time I'm notified that I'm going on a mission with Wind Pillar, it's a huge gamble.

If you win the bet, you'll be greeted by the good-tempered and patient Lord Kubino; ​​if you lose, it will be a nightmare.

Yayoi was forced to stay at the Butterfly Mansion for two more days to recuperate after being forced to leave by Shinobu Kocho. She was overjoyed to be "released" early in the morning.

"I really don't understand how the lord can entrust such a task to you."

"We agreed to leave early, but you slept until late morning again."

Shinobu Kocho leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, watching Yayoi prepare for her long journey.

"What are you talking about? I'm the kind of person who inspires confidence at first glance. Recruiting two little brats is a piece of cake for me!"

As Yayoi polished her Nichirin Blade, she saw her own malevolent smile reflected in the gleaming blade.

Butterfly felt a chill run down her spine. This guy with a screw loose didn't seem to be there to recruit swordsmen; he looked more like he was there to seek revenge.

"You're kind enough not to get beaten to death," Shinobu Kocho quipped mercilessly.

"What?"

Yayoi put her Nichirin Blade back into its sheath, got up and walked outside. As she passed Shinobu Kocho, she casually snatched the small gourd that was tucked into her waistband.

"What's wrong with you again?" Shinobu Kocho tried to snatch back the gourd she used to store painkillers, but Yayoi dodged it with a turn of her head. The gourd was transferred to Yayoi's waist on her second day on the job.

"Just in case it comes in handy, I think this little gourd is quite convenient, consider it my discharge gift from the hospital."

Yayoi patted the small gourd at her waist and gave Shinobu a provocative smile as she looked at Shinobu, whose face was flushed with anger.

"Alright, I won't chat with you any longer. Say goodbye to Kanae for me. Jingxin Mountain is quite far away, I need to go there soon."

"Get lost." The butterfly waved impatiently at Yayoi, shooing her away.

"If you come back covered in injuries, I'll use you as a test subject for medicine."

With her back to Shinobu Kocho, Yayoi responded without turning her head.

It's not that Yayoi is exaggerating; she was just recovering and didn't swing from tree to tree like a monkey to make her way. Instead, she followed the mountain path diligently until it was completely dark when she reached Mount Keishin.

The forest was quiet; as Yayoi walked uphill, she could only hear the sound of her own footsteps.

The occasional rustling sound of leaves slapping each other against each other was somewhat eerie.

A dark and windy night—isn't that the perfect time to do bad things?

Yayoi wiped away the sweat that had broken out in her body, mischievously plotting how she would scare the two little brats later.

Or you could dress up as a ghost to scare those two kids, and then tell them at dawn that they can't kill demons unless they become swordsmen in the Demon Slayer Corps.

Wow, what a brilliant plan!

Yayoi wasn't the only one with this idea of ​​doing bad things in the dead of night; there was also a demon wandering the mountains and forests.

Following the scent of people, they found the residence of the Tokito brothers.

At that moment, Muichiro, who had been abruptly awakened by the heat, had just finished drinking the cool water from the ladle and was preparing to go back to rest.

Watching a tall, unfamiliar man walk into the wooden house, Muichiro asked:

"You are……"

"Ah~ there really are people here, and two children at that."

The moonlight revealed his sharp teeth and grayish-blue skin. Muichiro was so frightened that he stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

Is it a monster...?

The first thing Ichiro saw when he woke up was his younger brother being attacked by a strange humanoid creature. His body reacted before his mind could react, and he stepped in front of Ichiro to block the attack.

The claw that was originally aimed at Muichiro's chest landed on Yuichiro's arm, tearing his entire left arm off. The severed arm slammed against the wall behind the two children.

The pain was so intense that he was drenched in sweat, and screams of agony escaped his throat uncontrollably. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his left arm.

"it hurts!"

"elder brother!"

Muichiro turned pale with fright and helped Ichiro, who was standing in front of him, to his feet.

Supporting the bleeding Ichiro, they hid him in a corner of the wooden house.

Warm blood splattered all over Muichiro's face, his nose was filled with the strong smell of rust, his ears were filled with his brother's screams, and his vision turned into a blood-red mess.

"Run! Muichiro, run!"

Ichiro curled up on the ground in pain, suppressing the cries of agony between his lips, urging Muichiro to leave quickly.

If this monster is going to eat people, it might as well eat itself. Muichiro isn't injured, so he should be able to escape, right?

My own brother, my only brother, he must be safe and sound.

Muichiro crouched in the corner, protecting his brother, his eyes filled with terror.

The bizarre-looking humanoid monster in front of them was still opening and closing its mouth, saying something.

As she spoke, she approached herself and her brother, step by step, her expression so ferocious and terrifying.

"Anyway, you poor woodcutters are of no use whatsoever, are you?"

"Your existence is meaningless."

"It's better to be eaten than to live a life of ignominy in these deep mountains and forests."

"What a deep brotherly bond..."

"What a fierce look in your eyes. Do you want to kill me? Haha, you can't do it."

Muichiro had no idea what had happened. When he came to his senses again, the monster had been impaled on the ground by him with many things.

He didn't die; he was still struggling.

Why isn't he dead, brother? What should I do?

Brother, yes, brother is still inside.

Muichiro released his grip, and the unused chisel in his hand crashed to the ground with a clatter. He staggered toward the house.

My body hurts so much, I've never felt this pain before. Am I injured?

The intense pain made it almost impossible for Muichiro to maintain a clear mind.

"elder brother……"

Muichiro collapsed three steps away from Ichiro, and crawled with difficulty toward Ichiro, his fingertips trembling as he grasped Ichiro's only remaining right hand.

Only when he was close enough could Muichiro hear clearly what Yuichiro was muttering.

"Gods, Buddhas... I am the one who is cruel, heartless, and has done all sorts of bad things. I am also the one who does not respect the gods."

"Whatever the retribution may be, let it all fall on me."

"Muichiro is innocent, he is kind, he should live to be a hundred years old."

"God... if you can appear to him, please save him."

"Let all the sins be borne by me alone..."

"Please... save my brother..."

Tears welled up uncontrollably from Muichiro's eyes. He held Ichiro's hand tightly and crawled a little further toward his brother.

"elder brother……"

Don't leave me.

"If there really are gods, please save my brother."

Having exhausted all other options, Muichiro, following his brother's example, placed his last hope in a god he had never seen before.

"Huh? I heard someone calling me?"

Chapter 108 Worship me, I am a god!

Many years later, long after everything had come to an end, the Demon Slayer Corps had disbanded, and Muichiro and his brother returned to Mount Keishin, he still couldn't forget the scene before him.

In his most desperate moment, a god who seemed to be radiating light appeared before him, walking towards him with a compassionate smile.

Muichiro remembered the question, "Do you need God's help?" year after year.

The sweat she shed was enough to irrigate two acres of land. Yayoi finally found the little wooden house that Amanori had marked on the map.

Ganlinliang, why do you live in such a remote place?

Are these two kids troubled by something?

As Yayoi approached the wooden house, she tripped over something hard and stumbled.

"What is that?" Yayoi cursed and kicked it, but it didn't budge. Looking down, she saw a lump of ghosts nailed to the ground.