Demon Slayer: The Journey of Becoming Yoichi's Sister

The day after tomorrow, Asakusa.

‘The streets have developed like this! It’s so bright even at night!’

“The house is so tall, what is that? Are all cities like this?!”

Looking at Tanjiro’s stunned look, Ikuko silently took Nezuko’s hand and walked to the side.

Even if she knew this country bumpkin, she would pretend not to know her.

Just kidding.

For a family that has lived in the mountains for many years and made a living by burning charcoal, it is inevitable to sigh when entering a big city like Asakusa.

Especially after experiencing the impact of modern science and culture, the city and the countryside are simply two different places.

Even a time traveler like Ikuko, after staying here for hundreds of years, was amazed at first glance.

Speaking of which, she can no longer remember things from her previous life, whether it is her name or her experience...

“Gu~”

An inappropriate sound rang out.

The two ghosts looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Tanjiro holding his stomach with an embarrassed look on his face.

"I'm hungry~"

...

"Boss, one serving of yam udon."

"...Okay." The bald boss looked at the three people with a strange expression.

Three people, just one serving of noodles?

Yuko sat on the chair, crossed her legs, her arms resting on her cheeks, and looked sideways at Nezuko who was nodding her head and dozing off beside her.

So cute indeed.

It's rare to see such a pretty face among ghosts.

"Hmm?" Yuko was suddenly startled, and quickly reached out to support Nezuko who was about to fall sideways.

Tanjiro looked at this scene with a gentle face.

"The noodles are ready."

"Ah, thank you." Tanjiro took the bowl of noodles from the boss and subconsciously asked Yuko, "Miss Yuko wants..."

He paused and scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

Yuko leaned Nezuko on her shoulder and smiled silently.

Tanjiro blew on the surface, and just after taking a sip of noodle soup, his relaxed expression suddenly changed.

This smell!!

It's left at home!

A different smell from Miss Ikuko!

Tanjiro held the bowl of noodles and shouted to Ikuko nervously: "Miss Ikuko! It's Muzan!"

"The smell of Muzan!"

Because her family was rescued, Nezuko's condition was not as serious as imagined. Miss Ikuko was the best proof, so Tanjiro was not angry and lost his mind.

Ikuko's senses were stronger than hers, and her mind was slightly moved.

She couldn't detect Muzan's breath yet, Tanjiro's nose... was really amazing.

Ikuko nodded slightly: "Follow him."

"Well, I know!" After getting Ikuko's affirmation, Tanjiro put down the bowl and ran out of the alley.

Ikuko looked back at Nezuko who was sleeping soundly, looked up at the boss and was about to speak, but saw that the bald boss had come to her nervously.

"...Please take care of it."

"Huh?"

Before the boss could recover, Yuko appeared in the alley.

"Hey!!!"

When they came to the street, Yuko followed the scent left by Tanjiro.

Tanjiro had successfully found Muzan and was in a stalemate with him.

'It's human! '

'The girls and women around him smell like humans. '

'Don't they know? This guy is a ghost, a ghost that eats people. '

The woman next to Muzan looked at Tanjiro in confusion: "Is he an acquaintance?"

Muzan held a human child in his arms and said coldly: "No, it's really a headache, I have never seen this child."

I saw the BOSS just after leaving the novice village, but fortunately this BOSS is a scumbag, a rat in the water.

Before becoming a QQ life form that overcomes the sun, Muzan will never expose himself in front of the public.

Yuko observed the passers-by on both sides, and almost at first glance she saw Tamayo and Yushiro in the crowd.

The two ghosts were mixed in the crowd, watching this farce.

Yuko couldn't help but feel a little bit overwhelmed, just like you look for your phone everywhere, and finally find the phone in your hand.

She almost turned Asakusa upside down before!

You two went out shopping tonight!

On the other side, Muzan said frivolously: "Could it be that you recognized the wrong person?"

Woman: "Is that so?"

A passer-by passed by, and Muzan's nails stretched out, and went towards the back of the person's neck at a speed that ordinary people could not see clearly.

Almost without hesitation, just when the sharp claws were about to cut the back of the passer-by's neck, Yuko stepped forward.

A black knife came in an instant and penetrated horizontally.

Muzan subconsciously looked at its owner along the blade, and his rose-red eyes suddenly shrank.

Under the bamboo hat, the streak of red hair seemed to have been seen somewhere before.

Ding!

A faint spark flashed by.

"What!" The flash of light and the sound startledThe crowd around.

Especially the passerby who was almost hit, instinctively felt a chill on the back of his neck, and shrank his head to look back.

A figure wearing a bamboo hat and hiding his head and face was standing in the middle of the road with a black samurai sword in his hand.

The trajectory of the knife seemed to be where he had just walked.

The man touched his neck in horror and dragged his wife away quickly.

"Murder! Murder!"

"This guy is carrying a knife! Where are the police?!"

A group of passersby saw Yuzi holding a samurai sword and screamed in panic.

The ban on knives has been issued for decades, and the knife holder is still hiding his head and face, not looking like a good person. Anyone who sees this scene on the street will inevitably think of the bad side.

Seeing the crowd around him getting more and more noisy, Wuzan's face was uncertain. After looking at Yuzi deeply, he left with the woman.

Although it was different from what he expected, but... let's leave for now.

"No! Miss Yuko is not!" Tanjiro explained to everyone anxiously, "We are not bad people!"

He didn't see anything clearly, but something must have happened just now, which forced Miss Yuko to draw her knife.

He was too reckless!

Tanjiro explained with sweat all over his forehead, but his words were so pale that everyone even noticed the handle of the knife under his haori.

"This kid also has a knife! He is an accomplice! Stay away from them!"

"Back off! Back off! What are you doing?!"

"The guy over there, put down the knife!"

Looking at Muzan's back as he left, Yuko sheathed the knife.

At least, if she could save this kind of passerby who has nothing to do with the plot, she would never be stingy.

Tanjiro explained to the police palely: "No, we are not..."

"Confusing blood·Visual dream fragrance."

What is this fragrance?

Tanjiro paused.

Suddenly, several silk-like patterns floated into the field.

"Wow, what's with this pattern?"

"I can't see it clearly!"

Tanjiro looked around cautiously. It was a blood demon technique!

"Miss Yuko!" Tanjiro put his palm on the Nichirin sword at his waist, his expression tense.

"It's okay."

Nodding to the nervous Tanjiro, Yuko smiled and turned back: "If you don't show up again, you'll have to go to the police station to get me."

Who is it?

Tanjiro looked forward in surprise, and saw two figures, a man and a woman, with strange auras.

It's a ghost!

The smell of a ghost!