Demon Slayer: The Journey of Becoming Yoichi's Sister

Almost identical crescent blades collided in mid-air and canceled each other out.

Two years later, wearing the purple-black outfit, Tsugakuen Iwakatsu appeared in front of her again.

"Upper String... One..."

Looking at the number engraved in the pupil, Yuko slowly read it out.

Perhaps it was to better find the blue Higanbana, or perhaps it was because of Yoriichi's existence that Muzan finally realized the importance of training the personal guards.

The Twelve Kizuki were born.

As the strongest person besides him, Tsugakuen Iwakatsu successfully took the position of Upper String One.

The gentle expression on Yuko's face turned gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With six eyes, Iwakatsu, whose facial expression could no longer be seen, said lightly: "Yuko, you are going to die."

Iwakatsu's eyes easily saw through Yuko's physical condition.

Yuko tightened her hand holding the knife, and her face was frighteningly calm.

"So what?" She took a half step forward without leaving a trace and blocked in front of Namiko, who was trembling all over.

"Why don't you want to become a ghost?" Unlike most ghosts who lost their memories of their lives, Yansheng retained his memories completely.

"Obviously, as long as you become a ghost, your body will recover."

"The supreme swordsmanship you want to pursue is no longer a dream."

He didn't understand why his sister was so resistant.

A layer of haze appeared in Yuko's eyes: "So, for these, you can eat people with peace of mind?"

"How many people have you... ahem... eaten?" Once the tone of speaking is hurried, Yuko's lungs are prone to problems.

The strength of evil ghosts is often proportional to the number of people they eat.

This sentence is correct. Unless Muzan gives blood, eating people is the fastest way for evil ghosts to become stronger.

After two years, the breath on Yansheng's body has become thicker and more smelly.

So much so that just standing in front of him, the weak Namiko felt difficulty breathing and trembling all over.

This is not the three views that normal people should have, even in this era of cannibalism.

But Yansheng couldn't understand.

As a samurai and a member of the ruling class, Iwakatsu completely cannot understand Yuko's emphasis on ordinary people.

Even if he joined the Demon Slayer Corps, Iwakatsu did not do so to kill demons and save people, but to surpass Yoriichi.

Unable to see a trace of repentance on Iwakatsu's face, Yuko stared at Iwakatsu with her eyes and said in a low voice: "Namiko, can you move?"

"Leave here and go down the mountain to ask for help."

Hearing Yuko's voice, Namiko woke up from her fear.

"But, Miss Yuko, you..."

Yuko interrupted: "That's not a ghost you can deal with. You have a chance if you go down the mountain to contact the people of the Demon Slayer Corps."

Namiko paused, hesitant to speak, and finally nodded with tears in her eyes: "I know, please be careful."

"I'll be back soon!"

While Yuko and Iwakatsu were confronting each other, Namiko ran out of the door.

Iwakatsu did not make any move: "At this time, are you still thinking about others?"

Call for help? By the time the help arrives, the matter here will have been over.

Yuko said nothing, but was quietly on guard against him.

At this moment, Yansheng moved, and his ghostly figure quickly approached Yuko.

"So fast!" Yuko was shocked, and was about to raise her knife to deal with it, but she didn't expect Yansheng to pass by her.

His target was... Namiko!

Yuko's pupils shrank suddenly, and she turned around quickly.

"Yansheng! You!"

This situation.

"Snow Breathing·Five Type·Snow Walk."

The snow-colored figure approached Yansheng in the blink of an eye.

So slow...

Yansheng's speed is so slow...

In a trance, Yuko subconsciously thought.

But at this time, the situation was already in a flash, and she couldn't think too much.

The next move of Snow Breathing was about to be swung directly at Yansheng's neck, and Yansheng seemed to be running forward without knowing it.

Suddenly, a piercing pain came from the lungs, as if someone had grabbed it hard.

Yuko's steps became disordered instantly, and she stumbled a few steps. The world in front of her became tilted.

At this moment, she recalled Yansheng's strange behavior just now.

Was he using the transparent world to see the breathing frequency of her lungs and infer the time of her next attack?

Yuko's wine-red eyes shrank slightly, and she watched Yansheng stabbing Namiko's back.

It seemed that she could see the scene of Namiko being pierced through the heart from behind by him in the next moment.

Yuko's wine-red eyes became deep...

Just when Yansheng calmly sent the long knife to the back of the woman in front of him, less than half an inch, an angry voice suddenly exploded in his ears.

"Get out!"

Almost at the same time, a touch of red suddenly appeared from the corner of his eye.

"When?!" Yansheng's calm heart was stirred up a little by the waves.

The snow-white blade was in front of his eyes.It quickly passed by, and a broken arm was thrown high up, and blood poured out in the air.

Namiko felt the movement behind her, and subconsciously looked back, only to see Miss Yuko showing an unprecedented gloom, confronting the evil ghost.

She gritted her teeth and rushed forward.

She would only drag Miss Yuko down here, and she couldn't let Miss Yuko down.

Yansheng stopped where he was, silently looking at the broken arm.

Regeneration... became so slow.

Does the Breath of Snow have such a strong restraint on regeneration?

No, this is not the point.

He didn't understand how Yuko got to his side at that moment just now.

If that knife was aimed at the neck...

Yuko held the knife with both hands, and a haze appeared on her face: "Wanting to slaughter humans, is this your answer?"

Yansheng controlled the regeneration of flesh and blood, and with concentration, he recovered in just a few seconds.

"See, as long as you become a demon, even a broken arm is just a minor injury."

"I'm not here to watch you perform magic." Yuko's eyes were gloomy, and she raised her Nichirin sword to start.

"Is that so..." Iwakatsu said with a slightly regretful tone, holding the sword to confront, "My name is... Kokushibo."

The next moment, two figures, one white and one purple, collided with each other.

"You will die, Yuko." Kokushibo parried Yuko's attack with ease, "It doesn't matter even if your dream can't be realized?"

Yuko sneered: "Do you really think that becoming a demon can surpass Yoriichi?"

Kokushibo's eyes narrowed slightly.

"You should know that even if you become a demon, you can't surpass Yoriichi..."

Before Yuko finished speaking, an indescribable sense of crisis instantly covered her body.

The transparent world unfolded before her eyes, and she saw Kokushibo's body tense, and the rhythm of his breathing became steady and powerful.

"Breath of the Moon·Type 8·Moon Dragon Wheel Tail!"

Kuroshibo stepped forward, and a huge blue-purple crescent moon as vast as the Milky Way swept out, sweeping almost everything in front of him.

This was a sword style that Yuko had never known before, and its power was unprecedented!

But Yuko, who saw through the movement of Kokushibo's muscles, was prepared and leaned back.

Boom!

The huge crescent moon smashed the house behind her, and a blood mark appeared on Yuko's forehead.

She flipped back to stand firm and wiped off the blood mark on her forehead.

Just the residual power swept over...