“That’s not the main point.
Anyway, it’s a person with black hair, a tall and slender build, skin as pale as paper, and plum-red eyes.
Well, remembering those physical characteristics is enough.”
Chika awkwardly raised a finger to quickly change the subject.
Tanjirou and Tamayo didn’t think much of it, and the features Chika described were basically consistent with the image of Muzan in Tamayo’s mind.
“Muzan can change his appearance, but it doesn’t change drastically.
I’ve heard he has even appeared in a female form before,” Tamayo said, sharing the information she knew.
As someone who had lived for hundreds of years, Tamayo had tutored Tanjirou extensively on matters concerning demons, giving him a basic understanding of the combat power of the “Twelve Kizuki.” This prevented the awkward situation from the original story where he would see a high-level demon and assume it might be one of the Twelve Kizuki.
“The Twelve Kizuki are immensely powerful.
Fortunately, I’ve heard that the Pillars of this era are much stronger than those of previous generations.
Most became Pillars by slaying a Lower Rank demon, not just by accumulating merit from killing fifty demons.
However, the Upper Ranks are many times more powerful than the Lower Ranks, and there hasn’t been a record of one being defeated for over a hundred years.”
Tamayo spoke calmly, until Tanjirou’s exceptionally keen nose once again caught the scent of a demon.
It wasn’t like the faint demon scent of Nezuko or Miss Tamayo, nor was it like Muzan’s scent accompanied by a nauseating smell of blood.
What Tanjirou smelled now was the normal scent of a regular demon.
The “foul stench” emitted by a demon that has eaten humans!
“Sis!”
“Mm.”
Chika and Tanjirou stood up from the ground, ready to set off immediately.
Nezuko was still sleeping, so they could only ask Tamayo to look after her.
It’s fine.
It’ll be over soon.
“We’ll be back soon!”
Leaving those words, the two turned and rushed out of Tamayo’s residence.
Tanjirou led the way, with Chika following closely behind, swiftly heading towards the location where the demon had appeared.
At this moment, Muzan was living in this city, playing the role of a normal human.
They had come here because the crow said a demon had appeared here.
The crow definitely wasn’t talking about Muzan.
If the crow could track Muzan’s whereabouts, the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters would treasure it like a priceless gem.
The demon discovered by the crow, or rather by the Demon Slayer Corps intelligence division, was actually one of Muzan’s attendants—a demon who had followed Muzan on this “incognito visit” to stroll around the city. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
If demons below the Lower Ranks are categorized as low-level, mid-level, and high-level, then the owner of the demon scent Tanjirou smelled now had definitely entered the realm of a high-level demon.
In the shadows of the city, the two were like they were at an all-you-can-eat buffet, each holding a human thigh, nibbling away quite primly.
“So bored~ So bored~ So bored~”
“Shut your mouth and eat quietly.”
“If I shut my mouth, how can I eat?
Are you an idiot?”
“…”
The two demons gnawed on human flesh and blood.
One was male, one was female.
The female was named Susamaru, the male was named Yahaba.
They were Muzan’s attendants, their status lower than the Lower Ranks but above the rest of the ordinary demons.
Both of them had been fooled by Muzan as if they were children, leading them to believe they were members of the Twelve Kizuki.
“Ah~ Sometimes I really don’t know what Lord Muzan is thinking, playing house with humans~”
“Lord Muzan must have his own reasons for doing this.
Don’t blindly guess his intentions behind his back!”
“Hehehe, it’s not that I don’t respect Lord Muzan.
I’m praising him!”
The two demons chatted leisurely, completely unaware of the two people approaching.
Water Breathing is the gentlest of all Breathing Techniques, with the most comprehensive training direction.
Silent footsteps are a basic skill.
While it doesn’t completely erase one’s presence like the “Transparent World,” its practitioners have more refined control over their aura compared to users of other Breathing Technique styles.
It wasn’t until the two were three or four meters behind the demons that the demons sensed something moving around them.
They whipped their heads around to look behind them, only to see Chika and Tanjirou’s nichirin blades already swinging towards their necks.
At the critical moment, they barely dodged the near-instant-kill blow at the cost of having two-thirds of their necks sliced open.
“Demon Slayer Corps?!”
The two demons had no time to think about anything else and hastily entered combat stances.
Handball Demon: Susamaru.
Arrow Pattern Demon: Yahaba.
“What a shame, the sneak attack failed.
Let’s finish them quickly head-on.”
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Chika and Tanjirou had no intention of dragging things out.
Hearing that Chika wanted to finish them quickly, the two demons across from them instantly lost their composure.
“You’re looking down on me!!!”
Susamaru immediately grew four more arms, making six in total.
Each palm condensed a handball, which she hurled towards Chika and Tanjirou with astonishing force.
Yahaba spread open his palms.
He could conjure a large number of arrow patterns invisible to ordinary people, and through these patterns, he could manipulate the direction and trajectory of objects.
Working in tandem, the sharply flying handballs, without losing any force, darted back and forth through the air at high speed, their direction and trajectory difficult for the average person to track with the naked eye.
“How about that?!
This is the power of the Twelve Kizuki!!!” Susamaru laughed hysterically.
In her view, the two people now surrounded by handballs were like fish in a barrel, and she could take their lives at any time.
However, the two surrounded by handballs did not show grave expressions.
They simply looked up calmly, observing the handballs.
“Tanjirou, what do you think?”
“These handballs…
I think I should be able to cut through them.” Tanjirou looked at the handballs, gripping his nichirin blade tightly, expressing his confidence.
But Chika wasn’t very satisfied with Tanjirou’s answer and shook her head faintly.
“Why look at the handballs?
Just as you said, these handballs pose no real threat to us, so we don’t need to pay them any mind at all.”
Chika didn’t even look up at the handballs flying around them.
Instead, her gaze was locked onto the demons ahead.
“Hinokami Kagura · Solar Heat Haze.”
In the demons’ vision, Chika’s figure suddenly vanished from within the encirclement of handballs.
Susamaru anxiously looked left and right, trying to find where Chika was hiding.
However, Chika wasn’t hiding.
She was approaching the demon at a speed difficult for the naked eye to capture, leaving behind afterimages.
With a “Swish!” sound, crimson flames drew an arc in the air.
Susamaru’s head separated from her body and flew into the air.
Simultaneously, a long sword mark was left on the wall not far behind Susamaru.
“When facing a mage using skills, attacking the main body first is the correct path.
It’s common sense even a fool understands.” Chika said plainly, swinging her nichirin blade downward, scattering the demon’s blood on the ground.