This young man was clearly from the upper echelons of society at first glance.
His clothing, compared to the clothes of our family, seemed to hail from two entirely different worlds.
Kamado Takeo stared up at the young man, slightly dazed, as he had never seen anyone like him before.
He timidly turned his head to look at his mother, Kamado Kie, who had hurried over from behind.
Kamado Kie looked at the man before her and asked with confusion, “Excuse me?
Who are you?
Is there something you need?”
Muzan narrowed his eyes, looking at Kamado Takeo and Kamado Kie before him, softly counting under his breath.
“One, two, three…
You have quite a large family, don’t you?” Muzan said while extending one of his fingers.
The nail on his finger, originally not long, rapidly grew longer at a visible speed as he pointed it.
A strange and eerie atmosphere suddenly enveloped the entire house.
Even Chika, who was cooking in the kitchen, sensed this unsettling aura.
Her chest felt heavy, and her vision began to blur.
Chika set down the kitchen knife in her hand.
Puzzled, she turned and walked out of the kitchen, wanting to ask if something had happened.
But when she saw the scene outside, her eyes trembled with fear, and her throat seemed to be choked, rendering her speechless.
A man who appeared respectable and dignified had impaled her mother’s chest.
Her younger brothers Takeo, Shigeru, and Rokuta lay on the ground, their bodies soaked in blood.
Chika didn’t know this man.
No one in the Kamado Family knew him.
The reason why this man wanted to kill them was also unclear.
Although many questions could arise, at this moment, only anger filled Chika’s heart.
“What have you done to my family?!!!”
Chika clenched her fists and charged at Muzan.
With her frail body, having never been in a fight before, she stood no chance against a demon, let alone a boy younger than her.
Muzan glanced at her disdainfully and merely flicked his arm casually in her direction.
Instantly, a wide, long, and deep wound appeared on Chika’s body.
Chika crashed heavily onto the floor.
The pain from her wound caused her to lose most of her consciousness for a moment.
Gritting her teeth, she stared at Muzan’s now-blurring figure, her hatred and fury undiminished.
[Sister, look at my muscles!
Aren’t I strong?
Soon, I should be able to go chop wood with big brother Tanjirou!]
[Sister, teach me how to weave clothes.
Winter is coming soon, and I want to make warm clothes for everyone too.]
Chika’s vision grew increasingly blurry until she finally closed her eyes, lying unconscious in a pool of blood as her life reached its end.
In the real world, Chika’s eyes snapped open.
Gasping for air, she scrambled up from her bed.
Although she had dreamt this dream countless times, the pain remained just as intense.
The original owner’s emotions were too powerful, and worst of all, the dream was in absolute first-person perspective, even simulating the pain of being struck by Muzan.
Panting, Chika got out of bed.
She steadied herself and walked to the mirror in Urokodaki’s house.
Beads of cold sweat trickled down her cheeks.
If Tanjirou saw this, he’d probably think Chika’s illness had flared up again.
However, each time she experienced this dream, Chika could feel her compatibility with this body increasing.
The original owner’s memories and emotions were becoming clearer and clearer.
“Rest assured, I will avenge you.
I will also protect Tanjirou and Nezuko.”
Chika took a deep breath and looked at the mirror before her, which reflected her current appearance.
She bore a striking resemblance to Nezuko, like a more mature version of her.
Brownish-red long hair, eyes more red than pink, and a surprisingly ample chest…
Chika sighed helplessly.
She glanced at the window beside her; the sun was gradually rising, signaling that today’s training was about to begin.
Due to the tragic nature of its later plot, demon slayer was nicknamed “Hashira Slayer” by fans.
Hashira is the highest title in the Demon Slayer Corps, representing the strongest warriors against demons.
However, compared to the Hashira, the combat power on the demon side was overwhelmingly strong.
One Hashira could defeat a Lower Rank demon, but an Upper Rank Demon could defeat a Hashira as easily as a Hashira could defeat a Lower Rank.
This meant that taking down an Upper Rank Demon required a tremendous price.
Humans are not like demons.
They lack the extraordinary regenerative abilities of demons.
Even if they defeat a demon, they might still succumb to their injuries.
The Flame Hashira died from severe wounds sustained while fighting upper rank three.
The Sound Hashira lost an eye and an arm fighting Upper Rank Six.
The Mist Hashira was bisected at the waist and bled to death fighting Upper Rank One in the final battle.
Although the Serpent Hashira and the Love Hashira survived the final battle, their injuries were too severe to treat, and they died in each other’s arms.
The Stone Hashira activated the life-burning “demon slayer mark,” knowing his time was limited, so he gave the treatment opportunity to others and passed away smiling under the sunlight.
Although the Wind Hashira and Water Hashira survived, activating the forbidden power “demon slayer mark” meant their days were numbered; they would die young before the age of 25.
Even the protagonist, Tanjirou, lost an eye and an arm.
His partner, Kanao, also lost an eye, and the vision in her remaining eye severely deteriorated, making it almost no different from being blind.
Just look at this ending!
Although the author later added a reincarnation arc, that concerned their next lives.
No matter how beautiful a reincarnated life might be, it had little to do with their present lives.
If she had crossed into the worlds of Naruto or One Piece, she might have entertained the idea of lying low until the end.
But crossing into the world of demon slayer…
what kind of heart would one need to remain unmoved by so many tragedies?
In any case, Chika couldn’t do it.
She would avenge this grudge, and she would reverse these tragedies!
Chika took a deep breath.
Gripping her practice sword, she quickly left the wooden cabin and headed outside.
Coincidentally, the diligent and hardworking Tanjirou had just emerged from his room, though he was extremely tired.
“I still haven’t mastered the Tenth Form of Water Breathing, Constant Flux.
If this continues, Teacher Urokodaki will surely use his [Bone Shattering Fist] on me again…”
Urokodaki had once said that if progress wasn’t up to standard, he would break Tanjirou’s bones.
He was serious, and he had actually done it.
And the worst part wasn’t that his punch could fracture bones; the worst part was that Urokodaki could not only break bones but also heal them in the shortest time possible, even making them stronger than before.
That way, Urokodaki could use the “Bone Shattering Fist” again…
Just thinking about it made Tanjirou shudder.
As he was resolving to train with desperate effort today, Chika beside him hesitated for a moment before saying, “How about…
I teach you?
The Tenth Form.”
“Huh?
Sister, you’ve already mastered the Tenth Form?”
“Yes, a long time ago.”