Ghost Slayer: My Wife Kanao

Watching Shinobu Kocho leave angrily, Sam Miller's eyes slightly narrowed. The words he had spoken were not only meant for Shinobu.

Similarly, he had told himself.

He reminded himself clearly not to become complacent just because as a demon, he was naturally stronger than humans.

When he was unsure of fully grasping everything in his hands, any slack could lead to his demise.

Though he had become a demon, and a relatively perfect type of demon, it did not mean he could handle all situations, nor did it guarantee that he would ultimately reach the highest peak.

For example, when facing Sakonji Urokodaki today, if the opponent had truly attacked, could he have managed it?

And then, involuntarily, his gaze fell on the girl sitting there obediently, with beautiful but empty purple eyes.

In his heart, unknowingly, there was already concern.

With concern, it meant there was weakness.

What he had to do was not only to protect himself but also to protect Kanao Tsuyuri.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, stepped forward, and hugged Kanao.

He was going to take Kanao away for a retreat, ready to train.

For him, the fastest way to become stronger was naturally to kill demons.

Continually slaying demons, gaining the abilities of those slain demons—the more abilities he gained, the faster his strength would increase.

But, he couldn't underestimate any demon.

After all, no demon would easily let others take its life.

And, as a sword demon, he could feel that what truly suited him wasn't the abilities of those demons he had defeated.

His real foundation should be...

At this moment, his hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

Whenever his hand touched the sword, a sense of joy spread throughout his body.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to feel the emotions coming from the 'sword.'

Swords are not truly inanimate objects.

They also have their own spirituality.

And discovering this is what a sword demon should do.

Because this is the most suitable ability for a sword demon.

He believed he had unlimited potential in the talent for the sword.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Akaza, the Upper Rank Three in the Twelve Kizuki, the Fighting Demon.

Akaza's Blood Demon Art was very simple; it was just a simple 'fighting spirit.'

But through the process of constant tempering and confrontation with enemies, his mastery of 'fighting spirit' reached an extremely terrifying level.

Akaza used the "Destructive Death Compass" as the core to perceive fighting spirit and derived a series of precise, rapid, and powerful martial arts strikes.

Over the years, many members of the Demon Slayer Corps died at the hands of Akaza, and many of them were 'Pillar' level powerhouses.

And himself, he couldn't help but press the hilt of the sword at his waist, but he didn't fully understand his true ability.

He only knew that he had an unusual affinity for the sword and could feel the emotion of the sword. When the sword was held in his hand, he felt an unusual joy, as if the sword could understand his words.

It seemed that discovering himself was also something he must do.

He raised his head, and before he knew it, he had arrived at an open space with no one around.

He thought no one was there.

But seeing the two teenagers and girls who were sparring with each other, his eyes narrowed unconsciously.

As if sensing something, the two people who were sparring stopped and looked at him.

Involuntarily, he set Kanao down from his arms, patted her on the head, and walked toward the two of them.

The two boys and girls sparring with each other were none other than the Water Pillar's two most proud disciples, Sakonji Urokodaki.

Makomo and Sabito.