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"Something that suits you?"
Upon hearing this, Tamayo lowered her head in thought.
In this era, in this country, women with some status and position all wore kimono; it was merely that the styles varied slightly.
But after spending so many days with Mitsuba, Tamayo had come to understand her personality to some degree.
Mitsuba definitely didn't want her to provide a different style of kimono. What she wanted was clothing completely different from kimono.
Clothes for commoner women?
No, those hemp garments couldn't be considered beautiful...
Searching quickly through her memories, Tamayo suddenly thought of those foreigners she had seen with Muzan many years ago.
"If you don't mind, perhaps you could try the foreign clothing of those Nanban people."
"Nanban people? Does Miss Tamayo mean those merchants who came by ship from Europe?"
In this era, she had heard that the people of Europe were experiencing a vigorous age of maritime adventure. Among them, quite a few merchants specifically crossed oceans to come to this small island nation ruled by the shogunate, seeking trade opportunities.
Mitsuba, even though she lived inland, had heard of these people's existence.
"Mhm, compared to our clothing, their clothing is more form-fitting and convenient for both men and women. I think you might be interested.
However, under the shogunate's decree, these Nanban people's trade has always been restricted to that place called Nagasaki. If you want to buy them, we must go there."
"Interesting. In that case, let's hurry—"
"Take this! Hyah!"
Just as her interest was piqued and Mitsuba decided to turn directly toward Nagasaki, shouts suddenly came from the woods not far ahead, mixed with several crisp sounds of clashing swords.
It sounded like someone was fighting inside?
"Let's go! Let's go watch the excitement!"
Exchanging a glance with Tamayo, Mitsuba, without hesitation and with an excited face, ran toward the direction of the woods.
And Tamayo only hesitated for an extremely brief moment before helplessly following behind.
Ever since last night, when she witnessed with her own eyes how Mitsuba used her Blood Demon Art to cheat and win all the pocket money from several children by the roadside through a rock-paper-scissors game.
Tamayo had completely given up on predicting Tsugikuni Mitsuba's thought patterns and behavioral logic.
After all, you couldn't expect someone who would even cheat in a rock-paper-scissors game with children to possess true, rigorous rational thinking.
This person, she purely went wherever there was excitement, wherever there was fun to be had.
Completely ignoring what Tamayo was thinking behind her, Mitsuba ran into the woods in one breath.
Here, a battle was indeed taking place.
But the two sides fighting weren't entirely human.
It was one human and one demon.
The human was a Demon Hunter, wielding a Nichirin Blade, quite young in appearance, looking like a youth of only sixteen or seventeen years old.
That red-and-yellow mixed hair color, and that strange hairstyle, made this young youth look like a yellow owl no matter how you looked at him.
And the demon was just an ordinary demon. Although it hadn't awakened a Blood Demon Art, its ten fingers were quite sharp and hard, like a pair of claws cast from refined iron.
Judging from the color of the Nichirin Blade, this youth should be a swordsman who used Flame Breathing. He already had multiple wounds on his body, all inflicted by the claws of the demon opposite him.
The sudden appearance of Mitsuba and Tamayo simultaneously attracted the attention of the human and demon who were fighting.
Perhaps because its own strength was too weak, the claw demon failed to identify the aura of its own kind on Mitsuba and Tamayo at first glance, only assuming they were two human girls who had stumbled in by mistake.
The owl swordsman was the same. When he turned back and saw the two approaching, he immediately showed an anxious expression and shouted loudly:
"Hey! You two, run! Don't come near here!"
"Huh? Little brother, are you talking about us?"
Turning back to confirm there was no one behind her, and after making sure, Mitsuba pointed at her own face and asked in confusion.
"Yes, you two! Quick! I'll hold it off! You two leave here quickly!"
"Kekeke! Want to leave? None of you are leaving tonight! Demon Hunter brat! I'm going to gut all of you!"
"Hurry!"
Raising his blade to block the claw demon's attack once again, the owl swordsman repeatedly urged the two Mitsubas behind him, his expression growing more anxious.
"I can't hold on much longer, hurry up and run!!"
Blinking her eyes, looking at this owl swordsman who was always standing in front of her, so desperate he was about to cry, a very good idea suddenly came to Mitsuba's mind.
[Miss Tamayo, haven't you always been curious about the application effects of my Blood Demon Art?]
Using the unique consciousness communication of demons, Mitsuba spoke to Tamayo beside her in her mind.
[Taking this opportunity, I think I can properly demonstrate to you... its other usage.]
The conversation ended, and Mitsuba immediately showed a smile, shouting loudly to the owl swordsman who was still entangled with the claw demon ahead:
"Little brother, keep it up, believe in yourself! I have a premonition that you can definitely defeat that vicious monster and save us two weak little girls!"
"Where do you get such confidence in me?!"
The owl swordsman almost broke down upon hearing this.
In mastery of Breathing Styles, he couldn't compare to his older brother and father. His swordsmanship training was only mediocre. So far, he was merely a Rank-Ni swordsman in the Demon Slayer Corps.
Such mediocre talent, such weak strength—even facing this ordinary demon that had no Blood Demon Art and didn't look very strong—the owl swordsman felt he couldn't hold on much longer.
No, if this continued, he would really...
Boom!
Just as the owl swordsman grew increasingly desperate about the situation before him, beneath his feet, a blood-red formation composed of countless intricate mandala patterns suddenly spread out, instantly enveloping this entire small grove!
"What? What is this? Could it be a Blood Demon Art?!"
Shocked in his heart, the owl swordsman quickly retreated, raising his blade to stand in front of Mitsuba and Tamayo.
He stared deadly at the claw demon opposite, his expression extremely shocked.
"You actually possessed a Blood Demon Art, you demon?!"
"What? I actually possessed a Blood Demon Art?!"
Facing the owl swordsman's questioning, the demon opposite was equally shocked, eyes wide open.
How did it not know it had a Blood Demon Art?!
"Stop pretending with me! Even if I have to give my life today, I will definitely cut you down! I absolutely won't let you harm anyone else!"
His heart had completely given up hope. The owl swordsman mustered his final courage and launched another charge at the claw demon.
"Little brother! Keep it up!"
And behind him, as the threads of causality became clear, Mitsuba had already seen his fate.
[This little brother's surname is Rengoku. There are three people in his family, father and sons, all Demon Hunters.]
[But compared to his older brother and father, this child is very mediocre, without any unique talent. In the script set by the gods for him, as a weak Demon Hunter, he should have died tonight at the hands of this demon.]
[Oh my~ such a warm-hearted child is going to die in vain like this. Doesn't Miss Tamayo think this is a bit too regrettable?]
[How about, let's together slightly defy the gods?]