Demon Slayer : Breath of The Forest

"Yes, the Blood Demon Art: Mimicry Rashomon, a Blood Demon Art that allows demons to survive in sunlight" Tamayo said softly.

"However, Shinichi-san, there's no need to worry. The issue with Mimicry Rashomon has already been resolved. Apart from you now, no one else can master it."

Tamayo words dispelled Shinichi concerns.

He couldn't imagine what the world would become if Muzan gained the ability to survive in sunlight.

Shinichi picked up a cup of sugar water but didn't drink it. Holding it for a long moment, he finally asked Tamayo directly.

"So, what was it you wanted from me earlier?"

Tamayo raised her head, her originally gentle and calm expression suddenly shifting.

A deep, searing hatred surfaced, veins even bulging on her forehead as she spoke in an icy tone.

"To find Muzan! And then, to destroy him! Shinichi-san, will you join me?"

Crack!!

The delicate porcelain cup shattered instantly in Shinichi grip.

That man in the suit, Kibutsuji Muzan—his appearance was something Shinichi would never forget.

At this moment, Yushiro didn't even notice Shinichi crushing the cup.

Feeling the depth of Tamayo hatred, he too was filled with loathing for Muzan.

Though he had never crossed paths with Muzan, Tamayo hatred was his hatred, for everything he had now was given to him by Tamayo.

Yushiro was different from other demons. He might have been the only demon in centuries not transformed by Muzan, but rather by Tamayo.

Of course, he was also the only successful case in all these years.

Facing Tamayo invitation, Shinichi affirmed word by word.

"I wouldn't have it any other way!"

Not long after, Tamayo finally made her request.

"Shinichi-san, you currently serve in the Demon Slayer Corps, correct?" Tamayo remarked, glancing at Shinichi's uniform.

Shinichi nodded. "The Demon Slayer Corps, The Forest Hashira."

"A demon strength is tied to the amount of Muzan blood within them. The closer their bloodline is to Muzan, the stronger they are—such as the demons of the Twelve Kizuki caliber. So, I'd like to ask Shinichi-san, if you encounter particularly powerful demons in the future, especially the Twelve Kizuki, I hope you can collect their blood for me to conduct a research."

As she finished, Yushiro handed Shinichi a leather bag containing over a dozen brand-new syringes for drawing blood.

Shinichi took the bag. "The Twelve Kizuki? A pity it's far too late."

He was referring to his battle to become a Hashira—that night, he had slain Lower Moon Four, Wakuraba and even earlier, the former Lower Moon Four, Rokuro.

Though it was regrettable, Shinichi didn't dwell on it.

He believed there would be plenty of opportunities to slay the Twelve Kizuki in the future.

Even Muzan—one day, Muzan would surely be slain!

"I understand. If I obtain the blood of those demons, should I bring it to you here in Tokyo?" Shinichi asked, lifting the bag.

Tamayo had already prepared for this. She lightly clapped her hands.

"Meow~"

With a cheerful meow, a cute calico kitten suddenly appeared before them out of thin air.

After Tamayo gently stroked its little head for a while, it obediently sat down in front of everyone.

Shinichi also got a clear look at this calico kitten—a rare and adorable one, especially with a tiny backpack strapped to its back and a talisman bearing strange symbols attached to the collar around its neck.

"So that's it—it was hidden?" Shinichi sensed the faint Blood Demon Art fluctuations from the talisman, similar to the one concealing the small building outside.

No wonder he hadn't noticed the kitten presence until now.

"This is Chachamaru. It will periodically contact Shinichi-san. If you obtain the blood of a powerful Demon, please feel free to entrust it to Chachamaru" Tamayo said with a smile, gently patting the kitten head.

"Meow~" Chachamaru obediently called out to Shinichi.

'So cute' Shinichi and Yushiro both thought simultaneously—though Shinichi was referring to Chachamaru, while Yushiro was admiring Tamayo as she stroked the kitten.

***

"You bastard! How dare you insult my mother?! I'll kill you!" The enraged Sanemi Shinazugawa gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly, snarling viciously at the figure before him.

Around Sanemi was a dim, sticky and eerie room, its walls lined with grotesque, pulsating pink flesh.

Standing directly in front of him was a faint, illusory figure.

Long black hair cascaded down, revealing a terrifying crimson right eye, while the left eye, hidden within the dark locks, bore the characters "Lower One."

Sharp fangs protruded from its lips and clawed fingers rested against a deathly pale face.

The purple kimono it wore exuded an oppressive, blood-soaked aura.

This was a Lower Rank Demon—the strongest of them all, Lower Rank One: Ubume!

The female Demon, Ubume, let out a chilling giggle, her blood-red eyes carrying an eerie tenderness as she gazed at Sanemi.

"Child, don't be afraid. I can tell your parents treated you poorly. They must have abused you—look at those scars. Come, embrace me. I can give you true warmth. Let me be your mother."

Veins bulged on Sanemi forehead as his green Nichirin Blade could no longer be restrained.

"Disgusting creature! Shut your mouth! Wind Breathing, Third Form: Clear Storm Wind Tree!"

A green hurricane, carrying countless slashes, surged toward Ubume with overwhelming force.

Yet, faced with Sanemi attack, Ubume merely giggled, seemingly unconcerned.

Sure enough, the mighty Wind Breathing technique dissipated strangely the moment it was about to strike her.

Ubume body itself grew more illusory, her laughter echoing hauntingly throughout the room.

But Sanemi refused to give up, relentlessly swinging his blade at Ubume shifting form—though none of his attacks had any effect.

"Damn it!!" The futility only fueled Sanemi fury further.

Yet, he couldn't stop attacking, because behind him, on a white bed, lay several weak barely breathing figures.

They were children abducted by Ubume.

If he didn't rescue them in time, they would likely die in this horrifying mansion.

So Sanemi gritted his teeth and launched a frenzied, reckless assault at the Ubume as if his life depended on it.

"It's useless, child. Give up. Wake up sooner—I am the mother who can bring you happyness, kekeke." Ubume smiled as she spoke.

Yet the moment those words left her lips, her expression abruptly changed.

And a familiar voice reached Sanemi ears.

"Sanemi!!"

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