Doraemon for an imperfect world

252

Chapter 252: Superman Ring.

"He is so stubborn."

Douma tiptoed to avoid Tomioka Giyu's slash, then toyed with his folding fan as if it was a matter of course and said, "As for birth, old age, sickness and death, birth is the beginning of suffering, old age is the curse of decline, and sickness is the torture of impermanence. Only death is liberation and the destination. So, let me eat you, become a part of my body, and live happily with me forever and ever. That would be liberation, right?"

Human life is limited, but ghosts are immortal. Being eaten by a ghost allows one to live forever with it in bliss. This is the doctrine of the Eternal Paradise religion, and it is also his responsibility as the founder of the Eternal Paradise religion - Douma has always believed this.

He waved his folding fan, and just when he was about to step forward to take the initiative, a pink portal suddenly appeared out of thin air.

"Just in case, Tanjiro."

Doraemon pushed open the Anywhere Door, then pulled out a can of pink pills from his pocket and stuffed them into Tanjiro's mouth. "Take the Steel Pills and your body will become as strong as steel, but be aware that the effect only lasts for ten minutes!"

"I understand!"

Although he was a little confused, Tanjiro still mustered up the courage, held the Denkomaru and stood up.

"uh-huh?"

Douma looked at the suddenly appeared Tanjiro and Doraemon with interest. "Gate? I've never heard of such a blood demon art."

Zashiki-warashi came to the door and took a look at Douma, then curled his lips and grumbled, "What you mean by eating people is that you want them to live with you forever, as if you don't need to go to the toilet."

So smelly.

Tanjiro took a deep breath and once again smelled the horrible stench on those clothes.

At this moment he suddenly realized that the horrifying stench was actually the smell of eating a human.

"How many people did you eat?"

Tanjiro asked subconsciously.

"Ah?"

Douma tilted his head and said with a matter-of-fact smile, "What a strange question! Do you care how many grains of rice you've eaten?"

"You guy!"

Doraemon couldn't help but angrily took out the air cannon and pointed it at Douma, "This is unforgivable!"

boom!

Douma slightly turned sideways to avoid the compressed air, then waved his folding fan in confusion. "Interesting! You're not a demon, but you have such power? But kid, it's not good to be so irritable. But it's okay, I'm very tolerant, so... Blood Demon Jutsu Lotus Leaf Ice!"

As the folding fan was waved, countless lotus-shaped ice crystals burst out.

"careful!"

Tomioka Giyuu warned, "Leave quickly, this is not the place you should be!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tanjiro took a step forward, waving the electric ball in his hand quickly, blocking in front of Doraemon with extremely delicate movements and hitting all the ice crystals just right.

This is!

Giyu Tomioka couldn't help but recall the action just now. An outsider might not be able to see it, but he realized that the boy's actions were not based on some set moves, but were completely improvisations based on the situation on the scene. However, each move seemed to flow smoothly without any unnecessary movements, and each knife appeared in the right position with the most exquisite posture.

Not only was Giyu Tomioka shocked, but even Tanjiro himself looked down at his hands holding the knife in surprise.

Did you just do that yourself?

"If that's the case, what about this?"

Douma rushed forward again, and the speed was so fast that Tanjiro couldn't even react for a moment to what happened. "Blood Demon Art: Withered Garden of Snow!"

The two folding fans suddenly carried countless ice and snow and attacked Tanjiro. At this moment, it was as if a whole snow mountain that had frozen countless lives to death collapsed before his eyes, covering the entire field of vision. It was as if the whole world was occupied by blood-colored ice and snow in an instant, and the materialization of death instantly blocked all his senses.

But, I can keep up.

It was not that he was controlling the weapon with his hands, but that the weapon had truly turned into a living entity, repeatedly slashing in a small space with a speed and strength that even Tanjiro himself found incredible. The man-eating evil spirit was less than half a meter away from him, and the fatal slash was blocked just a millimeter away from him. The only thing he could do was to hold the weapon as tightly as possible to confront it.

then……

Tanjiro was pulled forward by the weapon, and while he jumped into the air to avoid the opponent's two folding fan attacks, he slashed horizontally. The boundless frost and the snow in the sky were cut in half by the sword. The whole world seemed to be split into two before his eyes. When Tanjiro tried to stand firm again, a slightly different human head slowly fell to the ground.

"Did you do it?"

Tanjiro opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"Don't take it lightly!"

Tomioka Giyuu quickly reminded them, "Ordinary weapons are useless against ghosts!"

Before he could finish his words, Douma, whose neck was cut off, suddenly rushed forward again, without even taking a weapon, and attacked Tanjiro's face with his bare hands.

The electric pill swung instantly, blocking Douma's hand from behind, and the evil ghost's arm was split in half from the middle. But even so, he still held down the back of Tanjiro's head and slammed it hard on a bare boulder on the ground. The stone chips that flew up instantly were blown away for more than ten meters and embedded deeply into the tree trunk.

But what's with this feeling?

Douma looked at Tanjiro who was pressed to the ground but was intact. The touch of his head felt like some kind of unshakable metal.

No, can the human head really be that hard?

boom--

Before Douma could react to what was happening, Doraemon's air cannon exploded on him. Douma couldn't help but take a step back, picked up his head and put it back on his neck.

"That's amazing, it's really amazing."

Douma looked up at Tanjiro and said, "I'm very impressed. You're just a human, yet you can unleash such power... But are you really human? I've heard that some humans can temporarily master blood demon arts by consuming the flesh and blood of demons. Could it be that you're one of those people?"

"If you want to kill him, you need a Nichirin Blade like the one I have."

Tomioka Giyuu rushed to Tanjiro's side and asked, "Can you attack like that again?"

"Ok!"

Tanjiro shook his head and immediately got up from the ground. "I will try my best!"

As he was speaking, the electric pill in his hand began to flicker intermittently.

Oops, the electric pill is out of power!

Doraemon was startled, but he didn't dare say it out loud because Douma was right in front of him.

What should I do? What should I do? Why does the battery always run out at the critical moment?

"Found it—Superman Ring!"

Doraemon took out a very delicate-looking ring from his pocket, then looked at his chubby little hands and fell into deep thought.

"elder brother?"

Nezuko, who still didn't understand what was happening, walked to the Anywhere Door and asked in surprise, "What happened?"

"I'm sorry, but it's too late to explain now."

Doraemon put the Superman Ring on Nezuko's hand and said, "This ring can increase your strength thousands of times."

253

Chapter 253: A ghost that dies in the light.

"Huh? Wait, I..."

Before Nezuko could react to what was happening, Doraemon pushed her forward with both hands from behind.

Is it a woman?

Ah, seems like a good hostage.

Douma narrowed his eyes, then suddenly lowered his body and rushed towards Nezuko.

"Midouzi!"

Tanjiro's eyes widened suddenly. The evil spirit was so fast that he didn't react until it brushed past him. He didn't even have time to turn around and remind Nezuko to leave. In horror, he only heard the sound of air being torn and a strong impact behind him, followed by a series of roars.

"Be careful Nezuko, that guy is..."

Tanjiro turned around and fell silent.

Nezuko was still waving, as if it was just a subconscious action due to shock, but in the direction of her waving, a series of trees were pierced by something and were falling down one by one. The thick white snow on the ground was also lifted up by the impact of the waving, revealing the dark soil on the ground, leaving only a hazy blood mist in the air.

Tanjiro was startled by this extremely impactful and powerful scene, and it took him a while to react and ask.

“…Where did you go?”

"Huh? Well, I don't know. I felt like something was coming towards me, so I blocked it with my hand."

Nezuko shook her head and looked at the result of her slap in astonishment.

"let me see."

Doraemon, with lingering fear, walked around Nezuko and returned to the other side of the portal, holding the monitor of the private satellite. After some investigation, he finally found Douma's location - he saw that Douma was rising rapidly at this time. Because of his fast speed, the air beside him liquefied to form a thin white line. The moment he passed through the clouds and came into contact with the sunlight, his whole body suddenly began to vaporize rapidly as if burned and disappeared in the sky.

"Disappeared? How could this happen?"

Doraemon said with a confused frown.

"Are you okay, Nezuko?"

Tanjiro wanted to go forward and check on his sister's condition as soon as possible, but was immediately stopped by Doraemon.

"Wait a moment!"

Doraemon quickly stood in front of Tanjiro, then turned around and said nervously to Nezuko, "Please don't move until I take this ring off, otherwise it will easily hurt others accidentally."

This is not something Doraemon said. There was once a person who was gently pushed by his mother who was wearing this superhero ring, and he circled the earth before stopping.

Well, that unlucky guy is Doraemon himself.

Hearing this, Nezuko dared not move. Doraemon carefully took the ring off her hand, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked at Tomioka Giyu again:

"Now you can explain what happened to that ghost just now, and why he suddenly disappeared into the sky."

Tomioka Giyu was silent, then suddenly clenched his Nichirin Sword with one hand, and as scarlet blood flowed from his palm, he fell into deep thought.

According to the information that the Demon Slayer Corps had obtained through the crows in the past, the Lower Moon among the Twelve Demon Moons has the ability to create illusions.

"Is it a dream?"

Tomioka Giyuu frowned as he looked at the wound in his hand and asked, "When did it start?"

But why does this pain feel so real?

"Hello?"

Doraemon tilted his head and stretched out his hand to wave in front of Tomioka Giyuu's eyes, then reluctantly took out a dream confirmation machine from his pocket and said, "If you think you might be dreaming, you might as well use this to confirm it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dream confirmation machine suddenly extended its metal arm from above and grabbed Tomioka Giyu's cheek.

"Let me go!"

Tomioka Giyuu immediately took a step back, feeling the lingering pain on his face and the extremely real feeling, and had to temporarily believe that what he saw was indeed the truth.

"The one just now was the second of the Twelve Demon Moons, the Upper Moon. We rarely see Upper Moon demons come back alive, so we don't have any specific information."

After Tomioka Giyu finished speaking, he changed the subject and asked, "What exactly happened just now?"

"Is this what you're talking about?"

Doraemon held up the Ultraman ring and explained, "This is a product from the 22nd century, about two hundred years from now... Just like the trains of this era, they didn't exist before, right?"

"future?"

Although trains were relatively rare in Japan at that time, as a pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps - even if he didn't think he was qualified - he had taken them when traveling to various places to exterminate evil spirits.

Of course, the most important thing is...

Giyu Tomioka glanced at the hundreds of meters long trace of fallen trees that Nezuko had plowed in the snow-covered forest with a slap.

There's no technique involved, just brute force.

Well, the other party probably has no reason to deceive me.

"The origin of demons is thousands of years ago, from a creature named Muzan Kibutsuji."

Tomioka Giyu put the Nichirin Sword back into the scabbard at his waist, and then began to explain in detail, "The so-called Twelve Demon Moons..."

"I see."

Doraemon couldn't help but said indignantly, "That guy named Muzan Kibutsuji is too bad!"