The sunset glow filled the entire sky, and the orange-red light streamed through the window, making the room glow fiery red.
Yoizumi-nii sat at his desk, holding a letter from Tanjirou, while the joyful laughter of Nezuko and a few other little girls playing outside reached his ears.
He chuckled softly, put down the letter, and stretched his neck to gaze out the window. The afterglow of the sunset was beautiful; tomorrow would be a good day.
"Yoizumi-nii! Nezuko!"
"I miss you both so much!"
"I've completed Mr. Uzui's training and am now on my way to Tokito's training."
"Please don't worry about me; I'm eating and sleeping well."
"I'll finish all the training as soon as possible and come back to see you!"
At the end of the letter, Tanjirou, mimicking Nezuko's previous letters, also drew a big smiley face. Yoizumi-nii automatically replaced it with Tanjirou's face, a bright, sunny, infectious smile.
Tanjirou's smile was always so warm, like the sun.
Yoizumi-nii thought, walking to the window. The orange-red light fell on his face as he watched his sister and three little girls playing shuttlecock. Ever since Nezuko overcame the sun, Yoizumi-nii could hear her laughter every day.
Yoizumi-nii's eyebrows curved unconsciously. In the past, Nezuko, as the eldest sister, took care of her younger siblings. While other little girls were thinking about how to dress up, she was thinking about how to make her mother's life a little easier.
He rarely saw her childish side, but the current Nezuko had the vitality a girl her age should have.
Nezuko noticed her brother by the window and immediately beamed a big smile, waving at Yoizumi-nii. Just then, the shuttlecock flew towards her, and she failed to catch it. Yoizumi-nii's hand, which he had just raised, hadn't even moved when he received a 'it's all your fault' look from his sister.
"...?"
Could that really be his fault?
Yoizumi-nii rubbed his head, a little confused. She seemed even more inscrutable than before.
Night fell.
A Kasugai Crow slowly landed by his hand, letting out a somewhat sharp sound.
"Caw caw~"
"Northeast direction, northeast direction!"
"Several Demon Slayer Corps members in Qiushan have lost contact!"
"Please depart immediately!"
Putting away the book in his hand, Yoizumi-nii picked up his nichirin blade. Another mission.
There were occasional missions on normal evenings. With most Demon Slayer Corps members needing training, missions were often tight.
"Nezuko, Big Brother is going on a mission."
He told Nezuko, who was lying on the floor looking at a picture book. After Nezuko hummed a soft acknowledgment, Yoizumi-nii jumped out the window and over the fence, guided by the Kasugai Crow to the mission location.
Yoizumi's pace was very fast; the Kasugai Crow struggled to barely stay slightly ahead of him, and that was only because Yoizumi-nii needed it to lead the way.
The scent of blood came from not far away, mixed with the brutal aura of a demon.
Getting close!
Yoizumi-nii gripped the hilt of his nichirin blade, drawing it out. The frosty white nichirin blade emanated an icy mist, leaving a white trail as Yoizumi-nii moved swiftly.
The undeniable biting chill startled the demon. He quickly stopped eating and took a defensive stance. Yoizumi-nii's nichirin blade clashed with the demon's nichirin blade.
Dark lightning coiled around the nichirin blade, and the transmitted shock caused a fine tingling sensation in Yoizumi-nii's arm.
He frowned, looking at the demon before him: black hair, blue eyes, tiger-stripe-like demon marks on his face, a magatama pendant around his neck, and wearing a Demon Slayer Corps uniform. He was a Demon Slayer Corps member who used Thunder Breathing.
He turned into a demon...
He glanced at the other Demon Slayer Corps members lying in pools of blood. Those incomplete limbs must have been eaten by him. He had already eaten humans; there was no saving him.
"Considering you were once a Demon Slayer Corps member, I will let you die without pain. Surrender," Yoizumi-nii said coldly.
"What a joke! With such powerful strength, how could I possibly die!" The demon showed no remorse, only excitement for his own power. He raised his nichirin blade, ready to attack.
Blood Demon Art: Air Raid.
Yoizumi-nii sighed softly, waving his left hand. The opponent's nichirin blade broke with a snap.
"Clatter..."
He covered his head, which had been sliced in half, in disbelief. His remaining blue eye stared with dilated pupils. How was this possible!
Blood Demon Art?
Was this guy also a demon?
A demon of the Demon Slayer Corps. He then noticed the characters 'Demon Slayer' engraved on the nichirin blade, a mark only Pillars had.
He remembered, the special Pillar in the Demon Slayer Corps.
Snow Pillar!
He was a Pillar!
Fear permeated his heart.
Why! Why toy with him like this!
First, he encountered Upper Rank One. He groveled and begged for his life, which allowed the other party to spare him, turning him into this unsightly state.
Upper Rank One had just left, and now he encountered a Pillar?!
Why!
The person who had just been so pleased with his own strength now only had the thought of escaping.
As long as he was alive, there would always be a reward!
He always believed in that sentence!
He used Thunder Breathing; in terms of speed, other breathing styles definitely couldn't compare to him!
Yoizumi-nii watched his constantly darting eyes indifferently, already knowing his intention to escape.
He wouldn't give up until he hit a wall.
Dark lightning appeared at the demon's feet, and he ran in the opposite direction from Yoizumi-nii, leaving only scorched earth on the ground.
He wouldn't listen... Then he couldn't be blamed.
Blood Demon Art: Instant Shadow!
The demon smugly thought he had shaken off Yoizumi-nii, secretly rejoicing, thinking that a Pillar was nothing special. The next second, his eyes were engulfed in a snowflake ice crystal. The person he thought he had left behind actually appeared in front of him!
"Ah!" A painful wail echoed in the night. Yoizumi-nii coldly watched the demon he had bisected, about to swing his nichirin blade to cut off his head.
In desperation, the demon endured the intense pain. The strong fear of death prompted him to say the words he least wanted to utter.
"Zenitsu! I'm Zenitsu's senior disciple!"
As expected, Yoizumi-nii's nichirin blade stopped at the demon's neck. The sharp blade had already cut through the demon's flesh, and blood slowly flowed out.
Zenitsu's senior disciple?
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