After Kie Kamado finished speaking, she waved in the several boys and girls who had been peeking from the doorway.
One by one, she introduced every member of the family to him.
It had to be said that the genes of the Kamado couple were truly excellent–the appearance of every single one of these children was exceptionally high.
Once they grew up, they would undoubtedly be handsome men and beautiful women.
Fortunately, he wasn’t bad looking himself; he would surely grow up to be a handsome man too.
Regarding this body, the memories Shiro had obtained were pitifully few–much like waking from a dream and only being able to recall a tiny fragment of it.
He only remembered that the original owner’s parents had been caught by a terrifying monster and cruelly eaten.
As for the original body, he had only managed to escape under his parents’ protection.
However, in his panicked flight, he had become lost deep in the mountains.
He didn’t die in the mouth of a demon, but his ten-year-old body and thin pajamas eventually caused him to collapse in the howling blizzard.
It was because of this that Shiro was able to successfully take over the body.
In this life, his age was slightly younger than Nezuko, successfully taking Takeo’s place as the third child of the Kamado family.
Having been an adult in his previous life, dealing with small children was effortless.
Hanako and the others weren’t like the “bratty kids” from his past life; they were all so sensible it was heartbreaking.
In just three days, he had bonded with all the Kamado children.
Aside from the difficulty of changing how he addressed the Kamado couple, he had completely become a part of the family.
…
“Remember, do not go out at night.
There are terrifying man-eating demons that will snatch away and eat children who don’t listen.”
With a grim face and a raspy voice, Shiro told ghost stories from his past life to the children gathered around him.
He used classics like the *Slit-Mouthed Woman* and *Kayako*.
His underlying meaning in telling these stories was to warn them: never go out after the sun sets.
Because this world truly had man-eating demons.
Moreover, most demons preferred children.
Compared to adults, a child’s flesh was more tender–a true delicacy for a man-eating demon.
“Demons are just creatures from storybooks.
How could there be demons in this world?
I’m not a little kid like Shigeru anymore; these third-rate ghost stories can’t scare me.”
Due to Shiro’s appearance, Takeo–who had been demoted from the second son to the third–turned his head to the side, expressing his disdain for the story.
“Hehe, really?
Takeo-niisan, your voice is trembling.”
Beside him, Hanako poked Takeo’s legs, which were shaking like a sieve, speaking with an innocent face.
“So noisy, Hanako!
It’s just because the weather is too cold and I’m moving around; I’m not scared at all!”
Seeing the warmth of Hanako and Takeo playing together, Shiro couldn’t help but feel a glow in his heart.
In his previous life, his parents were rarely home due to work; the word “reunion” had almost nothing to do with him.
“Dinner is ready!” Kie called from the kitchen.
The boys and girls immediately tossed their bickering aside, scrambling to take bowls and chopsticks from Kie’s hands as they waited for the food to be served.
These past few days, the Kamado family’s dinner was different from before–it was no longer clear soup without a drop of oil.
Instead, meat had rarely appeared.
The source was the brown bear that had previously chased Shiro.
The Kamado father and son didn’t care about the bear left in the wild, but Shiro had been keeping it in mind.
So, yesterday, he discussed it with Tanjiro, and together they hauled the entire bear back.
Besides obtaining meat that could last the whole winter, they also got a thick bear pelt.
Since it was a one-axe decapitation, the skin was better preserved than what a normal hunter would manage; it would surely make a big profit if sold.
As Tanjuro’s health grew worse, many household burdens fell on Tanjiro as the eldest son.
At only twelve years old, Tanjiro would pick up his axe and head out before dawn every day to chop small trees.
He would burn them into charcoal and then take it to town to sell.
The money earned daily was only just enough to survive.
They couldn’t even put together the money for Tanjuro’s medicine.
If they could sell the bear pelt, the situation of the Kamado family would surely improve significantly.
The next day.
When Tanjiro returned from burning charcoal, Shiro with some effort pushed the cart out from beside the wooden hut.
He first placed the cleaned bear pelt on the cart, then spoke to Tanjiro.
“Tanjiro, put the charcoal on the cart too.
The two of us pushing together will save some strength.”
Shiro walked behind Tanjiro and placed the basket full of charcoal onto the cart.
The Kamado house was quite far from the town at the foot of the mountain.
If it were just Tanjiro or Shiro alone pulling the loaded cart down, the sun would likely be setting by the time they returned.
In the world of *Demon Slayer*, the night was the most dangerous time.
Similarly, he was worried about Tanjiro being pressured into a lower price when selling the bear pelt, so he needed someone to look out for him.
*Sigh, if only I could awaken a system or something…
if I really have such a thing.*
Thinking this, Shiro resignedly took hold of the cart handles.
Suddenly.
Shiro felt a sudden bout of dizziness, his soul seemingly rising gradually into an unknown, mysterious territory.
As his vision slowly recovered, he found himself in a strange space filled with grey fog.
“What is this place?
Did I transmigrate again?”
Shiro immediately tensed his body.
If he hadn’t transmigrated again, then it was more likely he was under some kind of illusion or “Blood Demon Art.” Blood Demon Arts were similar to superpowers in novels–the exclusive abilities of powerful demons.
But it shouldn’t be; demons cannot appear in the sunlight.
Once exposed to the sun, they instantly turn to ash without exception.
Shiro cautiously walked forward a few dozen meters, hoping to find an exit.
“Aren’t you a bit too cowardly?
No, I should say ‘aren’t I a bit too cowardly?’.”
A helpless voice came from behind him, seemingly seeing his former immature self.
Regarding the sudden voice, Shiro was surprised to find that he didn’t feel any fear.
He just felt a slight sense of discord.
To put it bluntly, it felt as if he had an extra mouth, and that mouth was speaking without his control.
He turned his head stiffly, like a rusted machine.
“See, I told you we’d definitely have a newcomer.
If it were really just the two of us, wouldn’t this cheat be useless?”
A young man wearing glasses pushed his spectacles, which turned pure white even without a light source, obscuring his eyes.
Other than that, he had no distinguishing features–a plain appearance that wouldn’t stand out in a crowd.
He looked exactly like an anonymous passerby from a slice-of-life anime.
“Indeed.
But this newcomer doesn’t look like he has any transcendent abilities.
Don’t tell me he’s just like you and knows nothing?”
Beside the “passerby,” a young man wearing a black kimono with a katana at his waist spoke gloomily.
“Who on earth are you…”
Before Shiro could finish asking, the passerby-like youth zipped in front of him like he had teleported and gently patted his shoulder.
“If I explained with words, it would probably take a while.
It’s better to do it directly like this.”
Shiro felt as if a influx of data had been poured into him; a massive amount of information flooded his mind.
It wasn’t that the memories were forcefully crammed into his brain, but rather that they surfaced naturally–as if the protagonist of those memories was himself to begin with.