"Daki, I've tolerated you for too long!"
Muzan stood abruptly, finally losing his patience. The heavy ornaments on his head made him momentarily top-heavy, and he nearly stumbled.
"Lord Muzan, please be careful…"
Daki shrank back in fear.
This time, Muzan showed no mercy.
In the past, he had tolerated Daki because she was childish, spoke without thinking, and was straightforward. Moreover, if he killed her, who would help him dress? Who would teach him the intricacies of women's fashion and etiquette?
Despite Daki's sharp tongue and terrible temper, she was still just a child in his eyes. In front of her, he did not feel that unbearable sense of humiliation, and that alone made her useful.
"Daki, kneel."
Muzan's Demon King bloodline pressed down upon her.
In an instant, Daki felt her blood surge violently. Her knees slammed against the floor without her control.
Her mind buzzed as though swarmed by countless bees. She clutched her face in agony as her features twisted grotesquely, stripped of all beauty.
"This is your warning. Now hurry and teach me how to wear geta and perform the oiran walk."
"Yes, yes!!"
Daki wailed as she tremblingly picked up the tall wooden clogs and helped Muzan sit down before fitting them onto his feet.
She had never felt such humiliation in her life.
Still sobbing, she supported Muzan as he attempted the oiran walk.
The oiran walk was the most difficult movement to master. As Daki expected, the moment Muzan tried to step forward pigeon-toed, he lost his balance and fell flat.
Daki rushed to catch him, but in doing so, she became his cushion as he crashed down on top of her.
"Lord Muzan, get up!!"
She could barely endure it anymore.
Muzan shot her a resentful look before standing again with difficulty. With Daki's support, he prepared to try once more.
He swung his leg in another wide arc, but once again lost balance and began tipping over.
This time, Daki quickly withdrew her hands and darted aside, refusing to be dragged down with him.
"Daki, come back! No hiding next time, understand?!"
From the floor, Muzan glared at her in irritation.
Daki reluctantly returned. Biting her lip, she said cautiously, "Lord Muzan, even a sow climbing a tree must first learn how to grip the branches. Why don't we begin by getting used to walking in the geta?"
"Sow?"
Muzan's expression darkened at her choice of words. Tugging her sleeve, he insisted, "Stop talking nonsense. I want to learn the oiran walk directly."
Daki's face turned pale.
He understood nothing, came to consult her, yet refused to follow her methods. Instead, he forced her to teach according to his own misguided ideas. The feeling of having her intelligence insulted while being powerless to resist was suffocating.
Daki, once known as Ume, had never suffered such grievances.
She wondered what unforgivable sin she had committed for heaven to punish her like this.
She truly could not endure it anymore.
…
Tanjiro's home.
More than five days had passed since the nighttime demon incident in town.
The psychological impact on Tanjiro and Nezuko had been immense.
For the first time, they truly understood the danger posed by man-eating demons.
Yet for the sake of their livelihood, Tanjiro still traveled into town daily to sell charcoal and support the family.
As the morning sun rose, Nezuko watched her brother leave. She then returned to her room and resumed carefully sewing Yoriichi's clothing.
Despite the panic caused by the demon incident, Nezuko had not delayed even a moment in fulfilling her promise to Ryuya.
The garment was already more than halfway complete.
"Makomo?"
Nezuko looked toward Makomo, who was nearby, carefully wiping her Nichirin Blade.
Before the demon incident, Nezuko had thought Makomo was simply a swordswoman. But afterward, Makomo had revealed her true identity.
She was a former member of the Demon Slayer Corps. Their weapons were called Nichirin Blades, and only these blades could slay demons. The Demon Slayer Corps existed solely to eliminate demons.
"Hmm?"
Makomo paused her polishing.
"Makomo, can I join the Demon Slayer Corps?"
Nezuko's voice carried both hesitation and eagerness.
"There are not many girls in the Demon Slayer Corps. Grip strength is one of the main reasons."
"But Makomo became a member, didn't she? Even if you've retired now…"
Makomo had already explained her situation to Tanjiro and Nezuko.
After learning of demons, Nezuko's kind heart compelled her to act. She wanted to reduce the harm demons caused and contribute her strength.
Makomo studied her seriously. "Nezuko, do you truly want to join? It's extremely dangerous. Passion alone is not enough. Have you made up your mind?"
Nezuko's fingers tightened around her needle and thread. Her expression shifted as she struggled internally.
"Have you told Tanjiro? Your brother would never agree."
Makomo rose, placing her Nichirin Blade by the door. "I'll check on Sabito."
Nezuko only regained her composure after hearing the name.
Sabito had been discovered by Tanjiro the previous night on the mountainside. They had taken him in temporarily.
When Makomo saw him, she revealed his identity.
He was a special consultant to the Demon Slayer Corps.
Yet when Sabito regained consciousness, he had completely lost his memory, even forgetting his own name.
Given the circumstances, Makomo suggested waiting for Ryuya's return before deciding what to do.
Ryuya would likely return on the day Nezuko finished Yoriichi's clothing.
Driven by a quiet resolve, Nezuko set aside her sewing.
She approached Makomo's Nichirin Blade.
It was heavy in her hands. Using both hands, she gripped the hilt and tried to draw it from its sheath.
The blade resisted.
Slowly and with effort, she pulled.
The process was difficult and deliberate, mirroring the turmoil within her heart.
Whether the Nichirin Blade would leave its sheath seemed to foretell her future.
...
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