Demon Slayer: The Journey of Becoming Yoichi's Sister

"No matter how powerful a person is, his heart is fragile."

"As long as you know the weakness of the heart, you won't be afraid of people." In the train, the person with the word "Dream" on the back of his hand said frivolously.

Yuko tilted her head and fell on the seat beside her, the handle of the knife hanging weakly in her hand and placed on the floor.

The terrifying mental power of this woman was indeed beyond his imagination, but the weakness of the heart could not be repaired anyway.

Even though this woman almost perfectly resisted his blood demon art, he who got the blood of Lord Muzan and saw through the weakness of the heart, a moment of trance was enough.

In the end, humans are such fragile creatures.

The children who were lifted up by Yuko climbed up from both sides, and one of the girls held a sharp weapon in her hand and walked towards Yuko with gritted teeth.

Another person squatted and tried to take the Nichirin sword from her hand.

The man-handled man shouted softly, "Idiot, stop!"

Everyone trembled and stopped immediately: "I'm sorry, I just..."

The man-handled man said ruthlessly: "This woman is not something you can handle, go and destroy the spiritual cores of others."

"In that case, I'll let you have sweet dreams."

"Yes!" Hearing this, everyone smiled.

After everyone left, the man-handled man looked at Yu Zi who was sleeping beside him.

"It's troublesome, this woman..."

The mental power is completely different from that of other ghost hunters.

Even if a child without any murderous intent approaches, she will probably wake up.

But if she is left here like this, under the influence of that powerful mental power, I'm afraid it won't take long for her to wake up.

There is no way, he can only do it.

Although he will divide the energy of the main body to slow down the fusion speed of the train, he can't rest assured if he doesn't solve this woman.

Fortunately, this woman's mind is not as strong as her mental power. Just looking at this person can be infected by the sadness emanating from her.

Such a person's heart is as fragile as glass.

If you devote more energy, you may be able to deceive this woman's keen perception.

Without direct contact, nightmares can travel through the dreams of the victims.

The blood ghost technique unfolded, and a wisp of ghost energy spread out.

Yuko's slender eyelashes trembled, but there was no movement.

Very good, it succeeded!

...

"You are so powerful Yuko! I am no match for you at all."

Yan Sheng, who was knocked to the ground by Yuko, smiled with a dusty face.

Yuko stretched out his hand to pull him up, smiling: "It's okay, brother is just not familiar with the breathing method I use."

"It will be fine with more practice."

A call came from the side: "Yuko, come and help me see why my thirteenth type can't connect."

"Here I come."

Outside the courtyard, a young man wearing a black jacket and white line trousers with the word "next" in his pupils smiled and watched all this.

"That's good, just have a sweet dream."

Yanmeng showed a strange smile on his face and turned to go to the outer area.

Yuko looked back as if she had sensed something, and a bamboo forest appeared outside the courtyard, and it seemed that a figure disappeared in it.

So strange...

Was there a bamboo forest outside her yard before?

Is there something strange...

Yuichi stepped forward and asked with concern: "Yuko? Why are you in a daze again?"

Yuko frowned slightly and shook her head gently: "Nothing, I just feel... I feel something is strange."

Yansheng followed: "What's strange?"

Yuko hesitated and said: "I just feel... too happy..."

Father, mother, and brother, they are all too gentle, so gentle that she feels a little unreal.

Fathers should be strict, and Yansheng should be competitive and jealous...

Yansheng laughed dumbly: "What are you talking about, isn't happiness good?"

"Really?"

"Isn't this natural? The best thing in the world is that a family can live happily together."

"It seems so..."

...

Confirming that Yuko has fallen into a sweet dream, Nightmare is in a much better mood.

As long as the spirit core is found, this ghost hunter will become a useless person, and then he can be easily killed.

Nightmare can feel the location of the spirit core, as long as he passes through this bamboo forest...

Suddenly, Nightmare, who was inadvertently looking at the bamboo forest, his pupils suddenly contracted, as if he saw something incomprehensible, and the smile on his face collapsed in an instant.

A young man wearing a black kimono and a faint confident smile on his face stood in the forest, and there was a beautiful attendant following him.

"Lord Muzan..." Nightmare almost subconsciously knelt on the ground and lowered his head deeply.

What's going on?

Why did Master Wuzan come out?Here now?

Muzan Kibutsuji, with a faint smile on his face: "I have no interest in swordsmen who can use breathing techniques."

It was indeed the voice of Lord Muzan!

Nightmare trembled all over, why was Lord Muzan here?

Wasn't this the dream of that woman?

What on earth was going on?

A murderous voice sounded behind him: "Muzan Kibutsuji, your death is coming."

Who?

How dare they speak to Lord Muzan like this.

Nightmare looked back and saw two tall figures, one red and one purple, with strange patterns on their faces.

It was the little ghost who was with the woman just now...

Before he could think about it, Muzan waved his arm and turned it into a long whip, sweeping towards the two people.

The two dodged on the left and right, and their eyes were firmly fixed on the enemy in front of them.

"Breathing of the Sun..."

"Breathing of the Moon..."

Two dense slashes, one red and one purple, cut off all of Muzan's tentacles.

As the two swordsmen approached, Nightmare, who was standing in the middle of the two sides, faced the fear that Muzan had faced before.

What flashed through his mind was.

"What do you think of life... as?"

Nightmare's expression was almost collapsed, and the overwhelming momentum pressed towards him like the sky was falling, making him almost unable to breathe.

Fortunately, the two were not targeting him.

The huge pressure suddenly disappeared after the two passed by, and Nightmare looked back in horror.

I saw that the red figure rushed to Muzan first, and the sword shape that could not be seen by the naked eye instantly separated Muzan's head and body, and he could only drag his head with his broken arm.

Facing the attacks of the two swordsmen, Muzan Kibutsuji had almost no power to fight back, and quickly split into thousands of pieces of meat and exploded, trying to escape.

The red swordsman subconsciously swung his sword and cut off 1,500 pieces in an instant.

Seeing that the remaining pieces of meat were about to escape, the red swordsman hurriedly shouted: "Brother!"

"Breath of the Moon..."

The purple swordsman swung the purple long sword, and with countless tiny crescents, he chopped the remaining more than 300 pieces of meat into pieces.

The eyes of Nightmare trembled violently.

What kind of beautiful dream is this woman having!

She actually dared to give Lord Muzan...