Demon Slayer: The Journey of Becoming Yoichi's Sister

Yuko had a nightmare, dreaming that Yansheng had turned into a ghost again.

She woke up suddenly, soaked in sweat.

Yuko was panting slightly, her mouth dry.

She groped in the dark to find the teacup on the table, and only after drinking a cup did she feel a little relieved.

It's true that you dream about what you think about during the day.

Yuko let out a long breath and estimated the time when Yansheng would be on duty.

This time, the place where Yansheng was on duty was not far away, only two days' walk away.

He had been away for a week. If everything went well, he should be back by now.

Could it be...

Yuko shook her not-so-clear head and laughed at herself.

She was really good at scaring herself.

She returned to the bed and was about to fall down, when a breeze suddenly came and a figure suddenly appeared in the room.

Yuko's hair stood up all over her body. She supported the bed with her palms and turned to the corner of the wall to take down the blade.

Yuzi shouted at the shadow: "Who!"

The shadow ignored her, but came to the table and lit the oil lamp.

With the help of the weak light, Yuzi saw the clothes and back of the person who came, it was Yansheng.

"Brother, you are going to scare people to death! Breaking into a girl's room in the middle of the night will make you a pervert!" Yuzi couldn't help but relax and complained.

However, just as she was about to put the Nichirin sword back on the knife rack, Yansheng, holding the oil lamp, turned around, and what appeared in front of Yuzi was a demon with six eyes.

Yuzi's pupils shrank suddenly, and her whole body was cold, as if she fell into an ice cave.

Is she still dreaming?

But why is she so awake now.

After a long silence, Yuzi's teeth trembled slightly, and she squeezed out a few words.

"Why?"

Yansheng had no expression... No, at this time, his face was covered with six eyes, and he could no longer see the expression that a human should have.

Yansheng's calm voice sounded, "Yuzi, you should become a ghost too. In this way, whether it's lungs..."

"I ask you why!"

Yuzi's angry voice interrupted him, like a tiger about to go crazy, the hand holding the knife kept shaking, almost unable to help but draw the knife.

As a modern person, Yuzi is very open-minded.

Like Nezuko who was forced to become a ghost, like Tamayo who ate many people after becoming a ghost, but woke up and kept atonement for himself.

Yuzi can understand and be friendly.

Only taking the initiative to become a ghost is absolutely unforgivable.

This is different from the battle between good and evil in martial arts novels. Even the so-called evil faction may have people who have never done a bad thing.

But evil ghosts are different. Evil ghosts will definitely eat people!

This is something that no one with a normal outlook can accept!

Looking at Yansheng's ugly appearance, Yuzi did not feel terrible, but abnormally angry.

Following closely, there was an emotion called chilling.

After more than 20 years together, does Yuko really have no feelings for her family?

Of course she does.

Although Iwakatsu is too stubborn in many aspects, which makes Yuko break her defense and clamor to hang him on a sweet potato all day long, he is kind and gentle to his sister as a brother.

The emotionally dull Yoriichi has always regarded Iwakatsu as a gentle brother.

She has already counseled him like that...

Yuko's nose was a little sour, and she felt that her tears were about to overflow from her eyes. She clenched her teeth and held them back.

Iwakatsu ignored the anger on her face and spoke again: "If you become a demon, you will have endless years to hone your sword skills, and the pain in your lungs will be easily healed."

Ka~

Yuko slowly drew out the Nichirin Sword, her face gloomy: "I didn't come to this world to become a demon."

She wanted to... cut off Iwakatsu's neck!

Yuko exhaled a white breath gently, "Snow Breath·Land Type·Snow Drifting Ten Thousand Miles!"

The Sun Blade raised high in her hand slashed down with great force, and the shocking white sword wave reached Yansheng's eyes in an instant, as if it would cut him in half the next moment.

Ding~

A crisp sword sound.

In Yansheng's hand, a flesh-and-blood sword with eyes and a rotten smell stopped Yuko's Sun Blade.

This is the long sword that Yansheng forged with his own flesh and blood, named Xu Ku Shen Qu.

The rotten smell on the sword almost made Yuko faint, and the haze in her eyes almost overflowed.

"You! You ate people!"

Only ghosts who have eaten people will have such a breath.

Without giving Yansheng a chance to answer.

"Snow Breath·Wu Type·Snow Walk."

Yuko's figure turned into a ray of white light and dissipated in the dark night, like residual snow in the wind, which dissipated when the wind passed.

Snow Walk is not a sword attack, but a footwork that can conceal the body shape.

However, the next moment, Yan Sheng stretched the Hollow Crying God behind his back without looking back.

Ding!

Yuko's eyes narrowed slightly, and her wrist that was slashing towards Yansheng's neck kept trembling, but she could not move forward an inch.

Yansheng gently pushed away her attack, and the shame in his heart also disappeared.

He became stronger.

He could feel it clearly.

After being pushed away, Yuko adjusted her posture in mid-air, landed on the ground with both feet and kicked hard, and rushed towards Yansheng like a human cannonball.

"Snow Breathing·Qizhi..." She felt an itch in her throat as she breathed hard, and the pain in her lungs made Yuko's vision black as if she was anemic, and she knocked over the table on the side in a trance.

"Cough cough..."

A few drops of blood dripped from the corner of Yuko's mouth. She had no time to care and quickly got up and looked up at Yansheng.

However, Yansheng was no longer there. Yuko was slightly shocked and turned back quickly.

"One day you will understand."

This was the last voice she heard before she fell into a coma.

Yan Sheng gently tapped her neck and knocked her unconscious.

Yuko was only 23 years old, and there were still three years before the limit of the markings. The closer to death, the more afraid people would be of death.

Yuko, who dreamed of being the strongest swordsman, would definitely choose the same path as him on the verge of life and death.

Yunyi, I am right.

…

Almost at the time when Yuko was unconscious, Yunyi, who was on a mission outside, met the Demon King in a bamboo forest.

The Demon King was wearing a gorgeous dress, and a woman with a faint sad face followed him.

Yunyi understood just by meeting him.

Why was he born with this talent far beyond ordinary people? Perhaps it was to defeat this so-called ancestor of demons.

The Demon King was full of violent vitality, like magma erupting from a volcano, boiling and trying to devour everything.

"I have no interest in swordsmen who can use breathing techniques." When they first met, the demon king Muzan Kibutsuji said with a proud smile.

The moment the demon king finished speaking, his arm tore into a long whip and slashed towards Yoriichi. With amazing speed and power, he cut the bamboo along the way in the blink of an eye.

That was the first time Yoriichi felt a chill in his spine since he was born.

Almost at the same time, Yoriichi's eyes saw through the truth of Muzan's seven hearts and five brains.

The thirteenth form of Sun Breathing was completed by Yoriichi, and the raging orange-red flames instantly swept through Muzan's body with terrifying power and speed.

When the flames fell, Muzan supported his severed head, his eyes full of confusion.

Yoriichi slowly stepped forward with a red sword in his hand. He had a question he wanted to ask no matter what.

"What do you think of life as?"

Muzan's cheeks, which turned red and black due to anger, were full of blue veins.

Yunichi suddenly turned his eyes to the girl brought by the demon king. She did not step forward to help, but stared at the beheaded demon king with expectation.

Just when Yunichi was about to step forward to give Muzan the final blow, the sound of Muzan gnashing his teeth came, and in an instant he split into 1,800 pieces of meat, shooting in all directions.

In a hurry, Yunichi subconsciously swung the blade and chopped off 1,500 pieces in an instant.

But there were still more than 300 pieces, which were about the size of a human head.

Due to the sudden situation, Yunichi stood there in a trance.

The crying of the girl beside him brought him back to his thoughts.

"It was just a little bit, it was just a little bit, and it had already overcome the weakness of the neck."

The girl knelt on the ground, gnashing her teeth and grabbing her hair fiercely.

"Why don't you die! This dirty man!"

"Muzan Kibutsuji!"

In grief and anger, the girl stared at her hands blankly.

"Not dead? Why am I not dead?"

Perhaps it was because Muzan was so weak that he was temporarily freed from his control.

She was really not like a demon. Yoriichi comforted the panicked girl named Tamayo.

He learned a lot of information about Muzan from her.

Moreover, she also said that the ancestor of demons, Muzan Kibutsuji, would probably not appear again until he died.

After making an agreement with Tamayo to help defeat Muzan, the companions of the Demon Slayer Corps found Yoriichi.

The swordsman of the Purgatory family, the Flame Pillar, shook Yoriichi's arms: "Iwakatsu turned into a demon and killed the lord. Yuko is still unconscious because of the fight with him."