Demon Slayer: The Naruto Hashira is a pure villain!

I kicked with all my might just now, and it hit someone's shin.

Unfortunately, his leg was pinned to the ground by a very long steel nail, and even though his leg bone was dislocated, the leg simply wouldn't change position.

Huh? With such intense pressure to survive these days, even ghosts have learned to commit suicide?

Yayoi glanced at the horizon, then ignored the demon who had pinned her to the ground and continued walking toward the cabin.

Anyway, the ghost can successfully complete the suicide ritual after dawn, so there's no need to send him on his way in advance.

As soon as I reached the door, I smelled a strong stench of blood from inside the house, and heard a barely audible plea.

"Gods, please save my brother..."

Yayoi, whose mouth moves faster than her brain, has even fooled herself by constantly proclaiming that she is a god. She leans against the doorframe, striking what she thinks is a very cool pose, and asks, "Huh? I heard someone calling me?"

Receiving the child's pleading gaze, Yayoi felt a surge of satisfaction and approached the two as a deity.

He glanced down at the little brat who had already fainted.

Wow, the injury is so serious.

If I had arrived even half a day later, this child wouldn't have survived, would he?

The injury wasn't fatal, but if no one treated Ichiro, he would bleed to death sooner or later.

"Let go of your brother's hand first, Muichiro."

As Yayoi spoke, she casually tore a strip of cloth from the bedsheet next to her and tightly tied it around Ichiro's severed left upper arm to stop the bleeding.

Without hesitation, Muichiro released his grip on his brother's hands.

Since they are gods, it wouldn't be strange at all if they knew my name.

Muichiro firmly believed that Yayoi, who appeared there, was a god who had heard his prayers and come to save his brother.

After finishing with Ichiro, Yayoi glanced at Muichiro, who was sitting obediently to the side.

To be fair, those two kids are quite good-looking.

Thankfully, they didn't inherit their ancestors' six eyes; seeing them at night would give you nightmares.

Noticing the numerous wounds on Muichiro's body, Yayoi took the gourd from her waist, uncorked it, and held it to Muichiro's mouth.

"Open your mouth."

Muichiro did as instructed.

A small gourd of liquid was poured down my throat; the icy liquid slid down my throat, and the unbearable pain quickly subsided like the tide.

"Was it done by that ghost outside?"

After Yayoi finished bandaging Ichiro, she carried him on her back, stood up, and asked the still conscious Ichiro.

"Mm." Muichiro nodded obediently, his gaze remaining fixed on Yayoi without a trace of disrespect.

So beautiful, no wonder she is a goddess who can save people from suffering.

“Stand up and follow me,” Yayoi said, lifting her foot to walk outside.

"it is good."

Muichiro propped himself up on his knees. The pain was not too bad thanks to the painkillers, but the exhaustion over his body was eroding his willpower.

I followed Yayoi step by step back to the outside of the wooden house.

Before dawn, the ghost pinned to the ground was still struggling.

"Do you want to avenge your brother yourself?"

"think."

Yayoi drew her Nichirin Blade from her waist with one hand and handed it to Muichiro. "Go, use this to cut his neck."

"This is his retribution."

"God allows you to go and let him suffer the consequences."

Without the slightest hesitation, Muichiro gripped the Nichirin Blade, which was much longer than his arms, and approached the immobilized demon step by step.

"Ho...ho..."

The ghost seemed to be trying to say something, but its tongue and mouth were pinned to the ground by a sharp wooden stick.

Muichiro looked at the demon whose eyes were full of pleading. Before his eyes flashed the image of his brother covering his severed arm and wound in pain, and the demon's arrogant and mocking expression when he said that his and his brother's existence was meaningless.

How tragic...

With a flash of light, Muichiro expressionlessly severed the demon's head, and the demon's body turned to ashes and vanished within a few breaths.

"Well done."

Yayoi looked at the little brat in front of her with satisfaction. He was not even as old as Zenitsu.

He's much better than that cowardly little brat Momoyama; at least he didn't cry his eyes out.

"Want to come with me?" Yayoi began to implement her simple and crude child-kidnapping tactic, extending her hand to Muichiro. "I'll take you back to the Demon Slayer Corps and make you a god like me who can save others."

Are there gods in the Demon Slayer Corps?

Why didn't Madam Tianyin mention this during her previous visits?

Even now, Muichiro still believes that Yayoi is the goddess who saves people from suffering, as described in the book and mentioned by his father.

"Will my brother survive too?" Muichiro asked, looking at Ichiro, who was being carried on Yayoi's back and was unconscious.

"of course."

If I don't let this brat live, how will I ever have a chance to continue tormenting this unlucky child?

Yayoi was secretly thinking to herself, but her still smiling face was too deceptive, and Muichiro was completely unaware of Yayoi's wicked thoughts.

"God never deceives his believers."

Yayoi didn't forget to take the opportunity to brainwash this little brat who seemed to be well protected by his family.

Seeing that this kid really treated her like a god, Yayoi felt a great sense of satisfaction.

Just like his ancestors, he's simple-minded and believes whatever others say.

Regardless of what kind of temper this unlucky little brat who just fainted is, just taking this silly goose back to the camp and raising him would be incredibly interesting.

Muichiro, who had clearly come to regard Yayoi as his pillar of support, immediately accepted Yayoi's invitation and took her hand.

"I want to go with you."

“Alright then.” Yayoi took back the Nichirin Blade that Muichiro was still holding, grabbed Muichiro by the collar, and threw him onto her shoulder.

"God's grace has given you," Yayoi said, her voice tinged with a mystical quality as she became more and more immersed in the role. "You are the first human being fortunate enough to sit on God's shoulders."

Anxious to find someone to treat the injury on the left arm of the unfortunate child she was carrying, Yayoi decisively chose to take the monkey route on her return journey.

Swaying through the woods, speeding along, Muichiro, sitting on Yayoi's shoulders, couldn't even open his eyes.

Able to fly in the sky, what else could it be but a god?

The naive Muichiro's impression of "god" was deepened once again.

The return trip took less than half the time it took to get there.

When she landed at the Butterfly Mansion, she happened to see Shinobu Kocho happily eating a bowl of ginger stew on the veranda.

It seems like there's not much work to do.

"I'm back, Shinobu."

"So fast? Were we turned away...?"

When Shinobu Chocho saw the tattered child on Yayoi's shoulder, she choked.

“Kuwajima Yayoi, don’t tell me that the child on your shoulder is the one the lord sent you to find.”

"Hmph." Yayoi proudly raised her chin, ready to receive the worship from Shinobu Kocho.

"You heartless bastard! How could you beat a child like this?"

"what?"

As Shinobu approached Yayoi to help Muichiro treat his wounds, she saw Muichiro, who had lost his left arm, lying on Yayoi's back, and immediately let out a sharp, explosive sound:

"How could you cut off the other one's arm?! Yayoi Kuwashima, are you even human?!"

Yayoi was completely bewildered and speechless: "No! I'm innocent! I didn't do it!"

Muichiro, sitting obediently on Yayoi's shoulders, looked at the tiny Shinobu Kocho on the ground, then at Yayoi who was being scolded, his little head full of questions:

So even gods get scolded?

Chapter 109 I will stand on the moral high ground and destroy everyone!

Thankfully, the two children didn't faint together. The silly goose on her shoulder could even speak human language, otherwise Yayoi's "crime" would have been completely indelible.

"Did you hear that? It was a ghost! I am the god who saved these two brats! Kami!"

With irrefutable evidence, Yayoi finally stood up and started arguing with Shinobu Kocho.

In Shinobu's view, nothing could be more fitting for a petty person to achieve their goal.

This guy really got his chance.

Even when they're in the wrong, they'll still argue their point. Now that they've finally gained the moral high ground, how could Yayoi possibly let go of such a fair and square opportunity to attack Shinobu Kocho?

"Apologize! Apologize to me right now!"

Shinobu Kocho was at her wit's end. If an apology could quiet this troublemaker down for a while, she was willing to say it twice.

"sorry."

"No way! I can't feel any sincerity from you at all!"

Shinobu couldn't help herself and applied too much force with her hand.

"Hiss—" Muichiro gasped, then, fearing it might bother Shinobu, immediately covered his mouth.

"Feel sorry."

The apology to Muichiro was much more sincere than the apology to Yayoi.