Demon Slayer: The Journey of Becoming Yoichi's Sister

The snow scene in the early morning looked particularly charming. The cool wind entered my lungs through my breath, and my mind was clear.

"Hanako, Shigeru, there's no need to pack that kind of thing."

Nezuko wiped the sweat from her forehead. She was out of breath from packing things.

Nezuko packed her clothes and put them aside, and subconsciously looked at Yuko in the corridor.

The hat with a few snowflakes on it was placed on the side of the corridor with the samurai sword. Her wine-red slightly curly long hair fell behind her waist, and her delicate profile slightly raised a beautiful arc.

Nezuko suddenly opened her eyes slightly, and a tear accidentally overflowed from the corner of her eyes.

So strange...

Why am I so sad...

I always feel that the person in front of me seems to be very tired and hard-working...

I seem to have seen such a scene somewhere before...

In a trance, the snow in front of the house quickly dissipated in Nezuko's eyes, and a touch of orange-red sunset poured down, rendering Yuko's hair color more vivid.

It was as if a voice sounded in her ears.

"Miss Yuko..." Nezuko murmured, and the sunset reflected in her eyes quickly dissipated.

"Hmm?" Hearing the call from behind, Yuko turned back with a puzzled look on her face. Did she just... introduce herself?

She should have, right?

She smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

The confusion in Nezuko's eyes quickly faded. After hesitating for a moment, she came to the corridor and sat down next to Yuko.

Yuko looked at her with some doubts, thinking that she wanted to take the child, so she carefully dragged the bottom and planned to hand the child over.

"Sister seems very sad..." Nezuko looked at her with a worried look, and tears seemed to flash in her eyes.

Feeling sad for the sadness of others...

Yuko was absent-minded for a moment.

She remembered why she fell in love with this anime.

Because the people in this anime, no matter what their personalities are, are using their own ways to express their tenderness.

Yuko's lips curled up slightly, and she smiled and shook her head: "No, I was just a little absent-minded."

The worry on Nezuko's face did not fade. Just when Yuko squeezed out an unnatural smile and was about to speak to make amends, Nezuko spoke.

"If you feel tired, sister, why don't you tell me."

The smile on Yuko's lips froze for a moment, and her eyes widened slightly.

'If you feel tired, you might as well stop and rest. '

Nezuko's voice coincided with the memory of her brother's instructions before his death.

"I usually share sad things with my mother and brother." Nezuko said gently, "It won't be so sad if you share sad things."

"Ah, of course, if sister doesn't want to forget it." At the end, Nezuko waved her hands in panic.

Yuko's heart couldn't help but be slightly moved, and the fingers of her hands on her thighs pinched again and again.

Nezuko's eyes flickered, looking at her expectantly, and even her body leaned slightly over.

"I..."

She couldn't say it. She couldn't say the words that would let a twelve-year-old girl face danger.

Yuko was torn between her conscience and her own. In the end, it was as if her brain had short-circuited for a moment. She said the first sentence, and then her mouth was faster than her brain to finish the whole process.

So much so that after she finished telling the story, Yuko couldn't imagine how she had just said it.

Yuko clenched her hands and lowered her head, not daring to look at her.

...

After a long silence, just when Yuko couldn't stand the cold and lonely atmosphere and wanted to find a hole to crawl into, Nezuko suddenly grabbed her clenched hands.

"In other words, if I stay, it will be of great help to my sister, right?"

Looking at the pair of tender hands, Yuko hesitated and said, "It's very dangerous, I might die..."

The plot has been changed by her. Originally, except for Tanjiro who was lucky enough to go out, everyone else in the Kamado family would suffer.

So she couldn't be sure whether Nezuko would stay alone and the story would go on the same as the original.

"But if my sister doesn't notify us, our whole family will die, right?"

Nezuko's voice sounded very gentle, so gentle that Yuko didn't have the face to look up to face her.

"I want to help my sister, it's my own idea, so... please don't feel embarrassed."

Yuko's expression was slightly moved, and she looked up at her very stiffly.

Nezuko curved her eyes at her and showed a gentle smile.

Yuko stared at her blankly, always feeling her nose sour, and her heart was particularly blocked, as if a huge rock suddenly pressed down, and she felt indescribable discomfort.

Nezuko took the initiative to come up, hugged her gently, and patted her back gently.

"Good... good..."

Tears welled up in Yuko's eyes.

...

The rock has always existed.

Humans are a kind of social animal.Animals cannot survive alone.

Because of emotions.

People need someone to talk to.

When they lose someone to talk to, humans can only bear all kinds of emotions alone, especially the bad side, which will become numb over time, but it does not mean that it disappears.

Instead, it will be retriggered at a certain point in time.

…

When Kamado Aoi returned from the forest holding the hand of her second son Takeo, they saw the two hugging each other.

Especially the ghost hunter lady cried... Could it be that she was bullied by Nezuko?

Kamado Aoi asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

Yuko realized it later and quickly let go of her hand, wiping away tears with red ears.

"It's okay, just now there was sand in my eyes."

Takeo was still carrying an axe on his shoulder. When he saw Yuko's stunning appearance, his cheeks flushed for a moment. After shaking his head, he pouted and said, "It was obviously my sister who made me cry."

Yuko had just cried, and she was hundreds of years old, so she was too embarrassed to say anything.

Nezuko's gentle expression froze for a moment, and veins appeared on her forehead.

She bit her tongue word by word: "Take~Xiong~"

Takeo shuddered all over and hurriedly said, "I'll go in and help pack up first!"

He ran into the house in a flash.

Although Nezuko's sister is usually very gentle, she is also the most terrifying when she gets angry, even more terrifying than her mother.

Kamado Aoi frowned and looked back and forth at the two of them.

"Nezuko, you can't bully guests."

"Mom~" Nezuko shouted angrily.

Kamado Aoi coughed lightly.

Yuko quickly explained: "No, Nezuko didn't bully me."

Kamado Aoi covered her face and chuckled. She knew it was impossible, but she just wanted to tease her daughter.

"Uh..."

Looking at the snickering Kamado Aoi and the puffed-up Nezuko, Yuko sweated.

"Mom, I have something to tell you." Nezuko's serious words made Yuko's body, which had just relaxed, straighten up again.

Kamado Aoi looked at her in confusion: "Huh? What?"

"I want to stay."

"Eh?"