“Nezuko!
What’s wrong…
what…
what happened, what’s going on?!”
A boy wearing a green checkered haori was kneeling on one knee outside a dilapidated wooden house, next to a girl soaked in blood.
When he turned his head to look inside the house, his eyes seemed to undergo an earthquake, because his family members were all without exception soaked in blood, their bodies covered in visible wounds.
After a moment of collapse, he discovered that the girl beside him, his younger sister Nezuko, still had a faint body temperature.
He hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, lifted his sister onto his back, and, panting heavily, ran down the mountain, wanting to find a doctor to save his only remaining sister.
Just a few seconds after he left, a girl inside the house, also covered in blood and wounds, suddenly opened her eyes, followed by heavy, gasping breaths.
It hurts!
It hurts so much!
What’s going on?
Is this blood on me?
It’s so hard to breathe, I feel like I’m suffocating…
While lifting her head and gasping for air, the girl tried as much as possible to calm herself down.
As her thoughts gradually settled, fragmented memories and intense emotions surged up fiercely all at once.
Kamado…
Chika?!
The world of demon slayer?!
Huh?
Wait, was there such a character in demon slayer?
Isn’t Tanjirou the eldest son and Nezuko the eldest daughter?
Where did this ‘character account’ come from?
Chika lifted her head and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling, her blood-stained cheeks trembling slightly.
How could she not know the plot of demon slayer?
After all, this anime was one of the most explosively popular in recent years.
Even people not in the anime circle, the ‘normies,’ had more or less heard of it.
Chika’s eyes scanned her surroundings dazedly.
Beside her were her mother, Kamado Kie, and her younger brothers, Kamado Takeo, Kamado Shigeru, and Kamado Rokuta.
All had lost their vital signs.
The smell of blood made Chika feel extremely repulsed.
Enduring the pain in her body, she struggled to move this unfamiliar body.
The process was very awkward; the body was stiff, movements were sluggish, the whole body felt like a puppet.
Strangely, though, the pain in her body was gradually fading, but the wounds were still bleeding.
Had only the pain disappeared?
Chika was a bit confused, but now was clearly not the time for confusion.
She walked through the wooden house as best she could, every step extremely difficult.
With unsteady steps, she made her way to the kitchen.
She had wanted to find a mirror to see what she looked like now, but she couldn’t find a complete mirror in the kitchen, only broken shards.
The memories surfacing in her mind were somewhat blurry; what emerged more were the original owner’s intense emotions.
Chika covered her head with one hand and prepared to turn and leave the kitchen.
She had thought about trying to leave the house, but this body was truly uncooperative.
Chika had just stepped outside when she tripped on flat ground and fell onto the snowy ground outside the house.
Damn it!
Heaven, you made me transmigrate, fine, but at least give me a better body!
Not necessarily one with explosive muscles like Mitsuri, but at least some special ability or something, at least let me walk normally…
This is a bit too sloppy!
Lying on the snow, although it was hard for her to speak, her mental world was very lively.
Using the mouth that had once made scammers spit blood with anger, she furiously cursed the Heaven that sent her here.
Though not using vulgar language, every word struck at the core, hitting the vital points.
Unfortunately, ‘Heaven’ wouldn’t answer her.
In the real world, Chika lay on the snow, continuing to idle, until Tanjirou, after going through the first plot point with Tomioka Giyu, returned to the wooden house with Nezuko, who had turned into a demon but regained consciousness.
Tanjirou had intended to come back to collect and pay respects to his family’s bodies, but when he saw Chika, who should have been inside the house, now lying outside, he was so shocked his eyes widened, and he quickly rushed over.
“Wh…
what!
Big sister!!!”
Tanjirou ran to Chika’s side.
Nezuko, who had transformed into a demon, quickly followed, her eyes turning into tiny bean-like dots, anxiously stamping her feet nearby.
Tanjirou was also anxious.
He placed a finger under Chika’s nose; although the breathing was faint, there was indeed still breath.
“She’s still alive!
If we go down the mountain to find a doctor now, she might still be saved!” Tanjirou’s hands trembled with excitement, and bean-sized tears rolled down from his eyes.
Now was not the time for tears!
Tanjirou hurriedly wiped the tears streaming from his eyes.
Though he was already physically exhausted, he pulled Chika up from the snow and onto his back, then quickly ran down the mountain with Nezuko.
Soon, the two arrived at the foot of the mountain and found a village doctor.
The doctor was dumbfounded when he saw Chika on Tanjirou’s back—her injuries were far too severe.
“Doctor!
Please, you must save my sister!”
Tanjirou pleaded excitedly to the doctor.
Beside him, Nezuko’s head nodded frantically like a little electric motor.
But the doctor fell silent.
Just from a glance, he could tell how severe Chika’s injuries were.
He was just a village doctor, not an immortal sage on earth.
How could he save her?
“I’m sorry, I can’t do it.”
At the doctor’s words, no matter how calm Tanjirou was, signs of collapse began to show.
Pure despair is often not the most despairing; the most despairing is giving you hope and then immediately snatching it away.
“How could this be…”
Tanjirou pursed his lips, lowered his head, and muttered softly.
Nezuko beside him couldn’t hold back either; her eyes welled up, and bean-sized teardrops flowed out.
Just then, Chika, who was being carried on Tanjirou’s back, suddenly opened her eyes from their closed state.
Compared to the body’s broken state, the look in these eyes was full of spirit.
“Stop crying, I’m not dead yet.”
As Chika spoke these words, everyone present froze instantly.
The most shocked among them was undoubtedly the doctor in front.
Under a thousand words, they ultimately condensed into one vulgar phrase.
Meanwhile, Chika, being dragged on Tanjirou’s back, had a pair of dead-fish eyes.
To be honest, she was also puzzled about why she wasn’t dead yet.
But since she wasn’t dead now, these injuries probably couldn’t kill her…
probably?
Let’s just understand it as a transmigrator’s perk.
The top priority now should be to quickly adapt to this body.
“Tanjirou, put me down.”
Chika had intended to have Tanjirou put her down first, but who knew Tanjirou and Nezuko’s expressions would change dramatically.
Nezuko crossed her arms and shook her head frantically.
Tanjirou responded even more resolutely, “Absolutely not!”
Looking at their expressions, Chika roughly understood the reason for their looks.
Put me down = Don’t worry about me anymore.
Wow, both of them scored ‘full marks’ in language arts…