Demon Slayer: The Journey of Becoming Yoichi's Sister

It's like a stranger comes to your door and tells you that aliens will attack you soon, and asks you to take shelter with him, and also hints at the gun on his waist.

Are you sure this is not a threat?

How can you make someone who has never seen a ghost believe in the existence of ghosts?

But looking at the other person's delicate and serious expression, Kamado Aoi can't tell that the other person is lying, and even has a faint sense of approval in her heart.

Nezuko is the same. Reason tells her that the person in front of her is probably a liar, although he looks very good and gentle.

But from an emotional point of view, she thinks that people who show such an expression must not be bad people.

She is really worried about them.

Looking at the hesitant expressions of the crowd, Yuko can certainly understand.

She stepped back two steps.

"Please wait a moment."

Yuko slowly pulled out the Sun Wheel Sword from her waist. Her movements were very slow, leaving enough safety distance, and also leaving buffer time for everyone.

Even so, Kamado Aoi subconsciously protected the children.

"Don't be nervous." Yuko explained, focusing on the blade.

"Madam, please look."

As Yuko's voice sounded, a faint orange-red breath came out of her mouth, and the blade in her hand suddenly turned into a red knife, as red as a fire stick.

"Wow~" The two children had never seen much of the world, and they exclaimed with their eyes wide open.

Kamado Aoi was about to say something, but saw Yuko suddenly dancing with swords in the snow.

Gradually, Kamado Aoi's eyes became surprised.

This is...

"It's Dad's Kagura dance!" Nezuko was the first to speak in surprise.

The orange-red flames accompanied by the red knife were particularly dazzling, and the scorching heat wave melted the snow on the ground. Even people several meters away could feel the heat.

As the eldest daughter of the Kamado family, when she was able to remember things, her father's body was not so weak that he could not move.

I have also witnessed my father's sacrifice to the God of Fire on a snowy night, and the dance performed in the sacrifice to the God of Fire.

This is a dance passed down from generation to generation in their family.

Yuko endured the discomfort and waved a whole set of Sun Breathing. The snow around her body evaporated into white steam due to the heat and slowly rose into the air.

Yuko casually made a sword flower, cut off the steam ball wrapped around her, walked out of the white steam, and the misty white air waves flowed around her body, and the Sun Wheel Sword slowly sheathed.

"So handsome!!!"

The two children's eyes were full of stars.

Although Nezuko did not speak, her wide eyes still showed her surprise.

Yuko's lips were a little pale, and she smiled gently at them.

Aoi Kamado was surprised and said, "You, who are you?"

Yuko smiled slightly, revealing a little nostalgic expression, and whispered, "My family has some connection with the Kamado family."

"In order to gain your trust, I have to do this."

The Kagura dance is a custom passed down from generation to generation in the Kamado family. The difficulty is obvious to all. If it is not practiced for many years, it is absolutely impossible to master it.

When Yuko performed the Kagura dance, Aoi Kamado believed her words.

Aoi Kamado frowned slightly and hesitated, "Then, are the evil spirits you mentioned real?"

Yuko explained, "Well, evil spirits have always existed. What I demonstrated just now, the sacrificial dance you call Kagura dance, is actually a kind of sword skill to kill demons."

It has been hundreds of years since the Warring States Period. It is really not easy to pass down such a complete sword form from generation to generation with only one family teaching hand in hand. It can even be described as a miracle.

"Sword skills to kill demons..." Kamado Aoi murmured. She had never thought that the Kagura dance inherited by her family had such an origin.

But when Ikuko wielded the sword, the strange phenomenon she brought about made it impossible for her to ignore it.

Ikuko continued, "I have a residence in the town at the foot of the mountain. Madam and the children can take refuge there first and come back after the demons are eliminated."

Kamado Aoi had already believed what Ikuko said and nodded at her: "Please wait a moment."

She turned her head and looked at Nezuko: "Nezuko, you take Hanako and Shigeru to pack up first, and I will go to find Takeo."

Takeo refers to the second son of the Kamado family.

Although Ikuko has not had contact with Tanjiro's family in the past two years, she has secretly paid attention to them.

He is a younger brother who looks very similar to Tanjiro.

The appearance of this family is almost catching up with the Rengoku family next door.

Tanjiro looks almost exactly like his ancestor Tanjiro.

Nezuko nodded quickly: "I understand."

Kamado Aoi bowed slightly to Yuko: "Please wait a moment, my son has gone out to chop wood, I will go find him right away."

Yuko smiled and nodded.Aoi Kamado went out to the woods.

She was not worried that Ikuko would harm the children, because the swordsmanship she had just demonstrated was beyond their understanding.

Compared to the Kagura dance that Tanjuro had performed in the past, except for the similar movements, they were almost two completely different things.

It was a more powerful swordsmanship, not a dance for sacrifice.

After Aoi Kamado left, Nezuko took her brother and sister back to the house to pack clothes.

Looking at her busy figure carrying her brother on her back, Ikuko said, "If you don't mind, you can let me take care of the child."

Nezuko paused, and after a while, she hesitated and came to Ikuko, and gently handed the sleeping child behind her to Ikuko.

She whispered, "His name is Rokuta."

Ikuko held the child skillfully and nodded with a smile.

Nezuko smiled, and she was indeed a very gentle person.

She went back to the house to pack things with peace of mind.

Speaking of which, she learned the skill of holding a baby in the Kamado family.

Yuko suddenly chuckled, as if she had always been helping the Kamado family take care of children.

But this time she would not drool embarrassingly.

Yuko gently held Rokuta and looked at Nezuko who was running around.

It was very different from the Nezuko she remembered, just as cute, but more gentle.

Maybe it was because she couldn't speak when she was a ghost.

Yuko suddenly fell silent, her eyelids drooped, she turned away and looked at the snow-white forest in the distance.

She didn't know if it was right to do so.

Nezuko would not become a ghost, which meant the loss of a corner of combat power and a corner of the plot.

In the play, Tanjiro went through many difficulties with his sister and even his dead family.

Is this change really right?

From a broader perspective, is this kind of gentleness really right?

Is it really right to cause more people to be killed for the sake of one person?

She didn't want to think about these things, but the more she tried not to think about them, the more these things rushed into the depths of her mind.