Before Mizuki could speak, Ubuyashiki Kagaya said with a smile, "Miss Mizuki here is a Demon."
Mizuki nodded silently, "Yes, I am a Demon."
"?"
Everyone looked up at the high-hanging sun, then cast glances at Mizuki as if she were an idiot.
A vein popped out on Mizuki's forehead. *Your boss said that, why are you looking at me like that?*
Kochou Shinobu secretly chuckled. She had never seen that expression on Mizuki; it was quite interesting~
Tanjirou strained his neck to look up at Mizuki.
What was going on?
Did the Hashira still not know?
Iguro Obanai said venomously, "If you're an idiot, don't assume everyone else is too."
Mizuki took a deep breath, forcing a smile onto her face, "Do you want proof?"
"You may."
"Proof?" Everyone looked slightly uncertain and surprised.
How could she prove it now?
It was daytime right now... Everyone looked at Mizuki in surprise, curious about how exactly she intended to prove it.
Mizuki looked calmly at everyone and said, "Just like this..."
The moment she finished speaking, Sanemi Shinazugawa's angry eyes suddenly narrowed, and he turned back and shouted, "Protect the Master!"
Without him needing to say anything, everyone clearly divided their tasks, either quickly shielding the Master or stepping forward to confront Mizuki.
"...Uh." Mizuki looked at the group treating her as a mortal enemy, and her half-white hair and extended fingernails retracted instantly.
"I meant exactly..." Just as Mizuki opened her mouth, Sanemi Shinazugawa, along with Rengoku Kyojuro, attacked her.
"Wind Breathing, First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter!"
"Flame Breathing, First Form: Unknowing Fire!"
Two figures, one red and one green, rapidly closed in.
Goto, a Kakushi Member who was watching nervously nearby, was dumbfounded.
Miss Mizuki was actually a Demon, and she could move around in the daytime!
And she was being attacked by two Hashira.
It's over!!!
Facing the combined attack of the two Hashira, Mizuki's eyes darkened slightly, and she exhaled a white mist.
Kochou Kanae's eyes widened slightly. Could it be... "Snow Breathing, First Form: Tornado!"
A snow-colored tornado instantly enveloped Mizuki, blocking all of the two men's slashes, and the rising sword aura sent both of them flying backward.
Everyone: "Nani?"
Sanemi Shinazugawa and Rengoku Kyojuro skidded on the ground, leaving a trail, before steadying themselves and looking over in surprise.
"A Demon who can use a Breathing Technique?!"
Mizuki proactively sheathed her Nichirin Blade: "Correction: a good Demon who can use a Breathing Technique."
"Don't joke around! How can Demons be categorized as good or bad!" Sanemi Shinazugawa swung his Nichirin Blade in the air, demonstrating his fury. "You people-eaters..."
"I haven't."
"...What?"
"Neither Nezuko nor I have ever eaten a human," Mizuki said calmly. "Nezuko hasn't even consumed blood."
Mizuki hasn't eaten anyone... That's wonderful.
Upon hearing this, the knot in Kochou Shinobu's heart instantly dissolved.
Sanemi Shinazugawa's face twitched. He desperately wanted to expose the woman's lie, but his intuition told him she wasn't lying.
"You say you haven't eaten anyone?"
"Mm."
"Then prove it to me." Sanemi Shinazugawa, with a savage look, slashed his own arm. "Hey, woman, how does this smell?"
It was Rare Blood, and among Rare Blood, it was considered top-grade.
Rare Blood to a Demon is like catnip to a cat—an utterly irresistible temptation.
To be honest, Mizuki genuinely felt a moment of dizziness.
If this had been months ago, before she met Tamayo, she would have been able to completely ignore it.
But since meeting Tamayo, she had started consuming human blood again.
It was like drug addiction; after quitting, re-exposure leads to falling deeper and deeper.
But Mizuki was not an ordinary Demon after all.
If she had just become a Demon and was starving, she would definitely be drooling right now, and might even go up and rip off his head for a hearty meal.
But after enduring hundreds of years of starvation, she had long since been able to resist this temptation of food.
For her, the scent was just a little fragrant.
Of course, the main thing was that she vaguely remembered this scene.
Mizuki's eyelids twitched twice; she was struggling to maintain composure.
If she remembered correctly, this trial was supposed to be completed by Nezuko, right?
Why did it turn into her!
Why are you tempting her!
"...Wait a moment."
Under Sanemi Shinazugawa's stunned expression, Mizuki nodded lightly to the crowd and turned to walk into the house.
"???" Sanemi Shinazugawa looked at his wound, confused.
Did it not work?
Or was the cut not big enough?
Mizuki quickly returned, holding the box where Nezuko was kept.
Tanjirou's expression brightened, "Nezuko!"
A slight movement came from the box.
Mizuki walked slowly toward them.
The Hashira were secretly on guard.
Sanemi Shinazugawa watched Mizuki approach, his brows furrowed tightly.
This woman... truly wasn't affected at all.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Mizuki shoved the box into Sanemi Shinazugawa's hands: "Hoorah, here you go."
"Huh?" Sanemi Shinazugawa looked blankly and subconsciously caught the box.
Mizuki countered, "Didn't you want to test whether we could resist the temptation?"
"Huh? Oh, oh." Sanemi Shinazugawa took two steps back, slightly dizzy.
After a moment, he suddenly looked up and noticed his friend Iguro Obanai giving him an idiot's look. He finally snapped back to reality, whipped his head around, and the veins on his forehead began to bulge.
This woman!!!
What exactly did she take him for?!!
Mizuki looked at his increasingly savage expression in confusion and tilted her head. "Aren't you going to try?"
To be honest, after looking at that expression for a while, it almost seemed rather kind.
She was starting to become immune.
Mizuki suggested, "The Ubuyashiki area isn't exposed to the sun; you can try over there."
"...Fine!" Sanemi Shinazugawa ground the word out from between his teeth and looked up at the Master, who hadn't spoken since earlier.
"Master, please forgive my rudeness."
Ubuyashiki's lips curved slightly, "Mm."
Sanemi Shinazugawa carried the box onto the platform, his face grim, and dripped blood into the box before violently flipping the lid open.
Nezuko stood up from inside, breathing heavily, cold sweat profusely beading on her skin, and saliva involuntarily dripping out.
When Mizuki had gone to get her, the scent of Sanemi Shinazugawa's blood had already affected Nezuko.
She had secretly opened the box earlier, and although the temptation was strong, Nezuko could endure it.
'Nezuko, you must endure this.' Tanjirou watched the scene nervously.
Although the girl in front of them was constantly drooling, she showed no tendency to go berserk.
Sanemi Shinazugawa clicked his tongue, stretched the cut on his arm open, and more fresh blood spilled out.
Nezuko admirably turned her head away, subscribing to the adage, "out of sight, out of mind."
"That should be enough proof, right?" Mizuki naturally blended into the ranks of the Hashira, allowing their gazes to scrutinize her.
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