Demon Slayer: The Great Swordsman's System, Disciple of Yoriichi

The moment he heard that voice, Si Shu froze on the spot. Jerkily, his neck, like a rusty machine, craned upward.

Of course. It was the gorilla woman again.

She gave a seductive smile, licked her lips, and then wiggled her body. "Do you like big sister that much? Coming back to see me time and time again."

I've only come here twice, and it has absolutely nothing to do with you! For a split second, Si Shu wanted to grab the woman and tell her exactly why he was there. But he suppressed the urge.

Seeing Si Shu clenching his fists, his head lowered as if suppressing his emotions, the gorilla woman's eyes suddenly turned red. "Even after all I've said, you still won't give up? I'm so touched. If you're willing, big sister will take care of you." She even took a handkerchief from her pocket. "This can be a token of our—"

"That won't be necessary. My digestion is excellent; I don't need to be a freeloader," Si Shu cut her off and quickly ran away. He had made his decision. He would just wait for Muzan to come out. No matter what happened, he would not approach that brothel again.

Buying some food and water, Si Shu climbed to the roof of a tall building next to the brothel. And there he stayed for three days.

On the night of the fourth day, Muzan still hadn't appeared. Yawning, Si Shu wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. He didn't understand why Muzan would stay in a brothel for so long. Could it be that Muzan has... that kind of hobby? His own rations were running low; perhaps he should go buy more tomorrow morning.

Just then, Si Shu suddenly sensed a familiar aura. It was similar to his own Sun Breathing, but it wasn't one of the five basic breaths. This feeling... it was Moon Breathing.

His pupils dilated instantly. He hadn't expected to see Michikatsu before Muzan came out. Hiding himself in the shadows of a corner, he peered out with only his eyes. Soon, he spotted Michikatsu's figure on the roof of a building. He wore a black samurai uniform, his hair tied in a single ponytail similar to Yoriichi's. His face was expressionless, showing no hint of emotion. Compared to before, Michikatsu felt even colder, more indifferent, more deathly still.

After a brief observation, Si Shu realized he seemed to be waiting for someone too. Who is Michikatsu waiting for? Could it be Master Yoriichi? In Si Shu's mind, the only person Michikatsu would go to such lengths to wait for was Yoriichi.

But as time passed, Si Shu abandoned that idea. A more terrifying guess formed in his mind.

Michikatsu... he was waiting for Muzan Kibutsuji!

Just as Si Shu was debating whether to intervene and drive one of them away, a scream suddenly came from the brothel. Then, a figure flew out from a high floor and crashed to the ground below.

Thump.

With a dull impact, a large crater formed in the ground. In the moonlight, Si Shu could clearly see the corpse with its chest torn open. It was the man who had been with Muzan!

The falling body was quickly discovered, and the people near the brothel cried out in alarm, their faces filled with terror. At the same time, a figure leaped from the floor where the body had fallen, landing directly on the roof.

Muzan Kibutsuji.

He had now returned to his male form, dressed in loose black silk clothes, his hair slightly longer than his ears, fluttering in the night wind. In his left hand, he held a bloody, beating heart. He ate it in two or three bites and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"The heart of a rich human merchant. Truly disgusting," he sneered. "He took so long to find something for me, and then he dared to touch me." The streaks of red blood on his pale face made his expression look savage and terrifying.

"You've waited this long, wasn't it to find me?" Wiping his hand with a handkerchief, Muzan called out to Michikatsu nearby. "Now, we can have a proper talk."

The night wind blew the blood-stained handkerchief away. With a leap, Michikatsu stood on the other side of the roof. Si Shu held his breath, listening silently to their conversation.

After a while, he finally understood why Michikatsu and Muzan had appeared in the same place. After leaving the Demon Slayer Corps, Michikatsu had wandered aimlessly out of boredom. That had continued until about ten days ago when he found an entire village slaughtered, along with dozens of Demon Slayers. There, he sensed an unfamiliar but exceptionally powerful aura. Out of curiosity, he began to track it, encountering and defeating various demons, bandits, and famous samurai along the way. Finally, he arrived in this town, waiting for the owner of the aura to appear.

And now, Muzan Kibutsuji was finally before him.

"I thought you were like those other little brats who use breathing styles, but now I see you are truly exceptional," Muzan said, clapping his hands, not stingy with his praise. In his centuries of life, he had never encountered a human with such talent.

"What does it matter? My life is almost over. I have no hope of reaching the pinnacle of swordsmanship in this lifetime," Michikatsu said bitterly.

Hearing him complain about his short life, a corner of Muzan's mouth suddenly curled up. He stretched out his hand, his words dripping with temptation.

"Then, why not just become a demon?"

A look of shock crossed Michikatsu's face, as if he were stunned by Muzan's idea.

"As long as you become a demon, you will have limitless years," Muzan continued. "You desire the ultimate sword technique, and I want to try turning a breath-user into a demon. You are different from the other swordsmen. You have the right to choose."

After hearing Muzan's words, Michikatsu began to tremble slightly. As he said, if he chose to become a demon, he would no longer have to worry about his lifespan. He would have ample time to hone his swordsmanship, ample time to surpass Yoriichi!

In an instant, an emotion called desire surged from the bottom of his heart, flowing through his entire body. If he made the right choice, he could achieve his lifelong dream.

"Well?" Muzan watched him quietly, waiting for his decision.

Finally, the desire to surpass Yoriichi conquered all else.

Kneeling on one knee, Michikatsu performed the bow of a subject to his lord.

"You have made the correct choice." Muzan walked before him and slowly slit his own palm. "Drink this blood. As long as you can endure it, you will become a powerful demon!"

Without a shred of hesitation, Michikatsu drank the blood from Muzan's hands.

The next moment, Michikatsu Tsugikuni's transformation began.

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