Because they had quickly dispatched the Side-quest Boss, Chika now had some free time.
With Nezuko following behind Chika and Tanjirou, the three of them walked down the street, attracting a great deal of attention from those around them.
Chika, with her outstanding looks.
Tanjirou, with the scar on his forehead.
Nezuko, with the bamboo muzzle in her mouth.
These three walking together made it practically impossible to be inconspicuous.
Fortunately, none of the three were particularly socially awkward.
Although Chika had once been called “socially awkward,” this wasn’t the normal kind of social awkwardness.
Her “social awkwardness” was the full title: Social Terrorist, a creature even more terrifying than someone overly familiar, characterized by a complete disregard for others’ gazes and the social atmosphere.
As for Tanjirou, he was a “Sunny, Cheerful Big Boy.” While he was aware of people’s gazes and the atmosphere, he wouldn’t be overwhelmed by them, his presence fluctuating between strong and faint.
As for Nezuko…
she kept her head down, following behind Chika and Tanjirou.
Gazes?
Atmosphere?
She was just concentrating intently on the konpeitō she held in her hands, thinking about quickly getting to a place with no people so she could take off the bamboo muzzle and comfortably eat one.
In the end, after walking around, they finally chose to each eat a bowl of noodles at a Roadside Stall.
But since this was their first successfully completed mission after all, just eating plain noodles seemed a bit too meager.
So…
“Boss, add an egg and a sausage to each bowl!”
“Got it!”
The boss noisily cooked the noodles.
The bowls with noodles, sausage, and egg were brought out by the boss.
This combination was the most classic style.
Before coming to this world, Chika would often order it this way when she went to noodle shops.
Egg noodles, mushroom noodles, vegetarian noodles, pork chop noodles, seafood noodles…
Chika and Tanjirou ate their noodles, while the boss quietly watched the two eating and Nezuko, who was sitting dazedly to the side holding a bottle.
Their clothing didn’t look like they were from ordinary families.
And what they were wearing at their waists…
were they model swords?
Playing Samurai games in this day and age; they must be from a wealthy family.
The boss thought this as he looked at them.
Because in this taisho era, there was a Sword Prohibition Law.
The Samurai profession, once considered elite, was gradually suppressed after the prohibition law appeared.
It didn’t take many years for Samurai to mostly disappear.
Of course, even though the Sword Prohibition Law had been in place for so many years, there were still some children who thought wearing a sword was cool, so they would tie model swords to themselves, with wooden or plastic blades under the scabbards. Get faster updates on novelping . com.
That’s why the noodle stall boss didn’t pay too much attention to Chika and Tanjirou wearing swords.
As long as they didn’t draw them to reveal metal blades, it wasn’t a big problem, except for certain special places like Train Stations…
“It’s getting late now.
You should hurry home after eating.
If you’re traveling here, it’s best to find an Inn early, especially you, miss.
There have been frequent disappearances of women in this area lately.
It must be the work of some hooligan or pervert.
I hope the Police catch that guy soon.”
As he spoke, the noodle stall boss began packing up his stall.
Even though he was a grown man, with women frequently disappearing at night, the customer flow at this hour was practically zero.
If Chika and the others hadn’t come, he’d normally have packed up and been home by now.
“It’s…
fine, it’s…
fine.
Starting tomorrow…
there won’t be any more women disappearing.” Chika said, her words muffled as she slurped her noodles.
“If only that were true~”
The noodle stall boss didn’t take it seriously, simply dismissing Chika’s words as the wishful thinking of a young girl.
Chika didn’t argue, just focused on slurping her noodles.
She couldn’t very well say she was a demon slayer, nor could she say she was Police.
Demons were creatures that “couldn’t be seen” in the light, and those who fought them, the demon slayers, similarly couldn’t be seen.
“Boss, your noodles are really delicious!”
“Thank you for the compliment, miss.
You are truly beautiful.
Let me guess, is the young man beside you your boyfriend or your older brother…
he should be your older brother, right?!”
The noodle stall boss smiled, thinking he had guessed correctly.
Unbeknownst to him, the moment he finished speaking, Chika couldn’t help but snap the chopsticks in her hand in two.
Seeing this, Tanjirou hurriedly spoke up: “She’s my older sister, two years older than me!”
“Older sister?”
The noodle stall boss was stunned.
He truly hadn’t expected to be wrong.
Not only was she older, but by as much as two years.
Tanjirou is 15 this year, Nezuko is 14, and Chika is 17.
As the Big Sister of our family, being two years older is normal. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
It couldn’t possibly be just one year older; the Kamado Family’s mother needed some rest time.
Misjudging her age wasn’t a one-time thing.
There were many things Chika could tolerate and compromise on, but on this point, she absolutely could not yield.
“I’m full!”
Somewhat angrily, Chika stood up from the stool at the noodle stall.
Tanjirou also put down his bowl and followed suit.
“Sister, are we going back to Master Urokodaki’s place next?” Tanjirou walked to Chika’s side and asked.
“No, let’s find an Inn to rest for the night first.
No rush.” Chika, also feeling sleepy, covered her mouth with her hand.
“Right.”
Tanjirou nodded.
If they went back to Urokodaki’s cabin now, they’d probably have to pull an all-nighter.
Although they couldn’t decide what to eat, deciding where to stay was easy.
See how much money they had on their phone, then try to stay at the best Inn possible!
They booked two rooms at an Inn considered top-tier within the town.
Chika and Nezuko would share one room, and Tanjirou would have the other.
After returning to the room, Nezuko, holding the Training Wooden Sword in her hands, indicated she wanted to practice the Breathing Technique and Swordsmanship Urokodaki had taught her a bit more.
However, due to her sleepiness, she didn’t practice for long before she was so tired she couldn’t keep her eyes open and fell asleep.
She didn’t wear the bamboo muzzle while sleeping, as Chika was there.
If she went berserk, Chika could stop her immediately.
Of course, Chika knew Nezuko wouldn’t go berserk unless someone brought “rare blood” right before her eyes.
Chika sat cross-legged on the bed.
Although she resisted overworking herself, she realized that if she pushed herself just a little bit, just following the early plot, her strength still wouldn’t be enough to change the future tragedies.
Because the power gap in demon slayer was too severe.
Just as the Demon Slayer Corps had ranks, demons also had ranks.
Six Upper Ranks.
Six Lower Ranks.
Upper Rank > Hashira > Lower Rank > Ordinary Demon / Ordinary Swordsman.
In the Mugen Train Arc, the Flame Hashira, who possessed strength capable of easily killing Lower Rank demons, encountered upper rank three.
The scene was one of absolute and complete suppression.
Facing upper rank three, who was trying to persuade the Flame Hashira to surrender on one hand, the Flame Hashira exerted his utmost effort, even burning his life force, but the result was still…
If she continued growing at this speed until the Mugen Train Arc, Chika wondered if she could really prevent the tragedy of the Flame Hashira’s death, or if she would just become another corpse attempting to resist.