Demon Slayer: The Demon King is actually a weak girl?!

However, the questions asked by Kokushibo gave Muichiro a strong sense of familiarity in his heart.

Dark red hair, purple shirt, handsome figure...

On a mountain where there are large areas of towering spruce trees, the person in front of me is standing there so tall and majestic.

Also, he once lay on his back, like a junior meeting a reliable elder; he also carefully observed the strands of hair near the other's hairline, and he actually had a picture in his mind of the shape of those tiny hairs.

——That’s right, there’s nothing wrong with that!

He must have seen him somewhere!

The change in Muichiro's expression was too obvious. Kokushibo looked up at the starry sky and tried to recall:

"That day, I was looking for my sister as usual, but I unexpectedly saved you who I met by chance."

What he was recalling was what Muzan had told him to say.

Wuyilang also fell into recollection: "So it really is you... I remember it, I remember a little bit..."

He had some fragments of memories of that day in his mind, but they had not yet been fully connected.

Kokushibo pretended to be sincere uncomfortably, explained his purpose, and also revealed his fake identity as Owu's brother.

Wuyilang suddenly realized: "No wonder I had this familiar feeling when I saw that sister."

——So they are brother and sister.

Because blood is thicker than water, when he saw his sister, he thought of his brother.

And this familiar and reassuring feeling is exactly what Kokushibo gave him.

Kokushibo was like a kind brother, asking about Muichiro's work and life with concern, and even about his hobbies in his spare time.

Looking at Kokushibo's sharp face, Muichiro suddenly had the image of Yuichiro flash through his mind.

——It was a face that looked like it was looking in a mirror.

"Eh, that's strange..."

He himself seems to have an older brother?

Wuyilang guessed that the man in front of him might know something, so he asked: "By the way, senior, do I have a brother? He..."

Kokushibo knew that he would be unable to hide this sooner or later. The reason why Muichiro asked this was that he must have remembered something.

So he said half-truthfully: "I saved you brothers back then, but you were the only one who was saved. Your brother was already dead when he was in the doctor's office..."

Lord Muzan said the same thing to the wife of the head of Ubuyashiki at that time.

"Is this so..."

Wuyilang's eyes dimmed.

Clearly, this is the only relative I have left who I remember as my brother, but now, we are separated forever.

——However, the belief that it is worthy of trust has not completely disappeared.

In this world, besides his lord's family, his closest person now is the savior in front of him.

The dead are gone, but people's hopes are like sparks, which will continue to shine and burn brighter and brighter...

……

After the cold compress was completed, Muichiro continued to train the team members.

Kokushibo also went to watch.

The content of the training is nothing more than the same old thing. If you want to achieve the fastest reaction speed in sword fighting, you have to progress step by step from slow to fast.

This kind of precise control of degree can only be achieved by pillar or A-level players.

Muichiro knew that Kokushibo was a peerless master. Seeing that Kokushibo was watching seriously, after exchanging a few moves with the grinning team member in front of him, he asked Kokushibo, "Senior, could you give me some advice or guidance on my training?"

Why are these team members improving so slowly? He did not doubt his own abilities, but he thought that Kokushibo's idea might be able to achieve a multiplier effect.

Kokushibo was not surprised by this. He stepped forward and was about to teach him, but suddenly realized that Muichiro now represented Yuichiro.

Then again, the boys and girls in front of him are wearing black clothes, which represent the "Demon Slayer Corps", a force that is hostile to him!

It is one thing for him to want to see the future generations, but the issue of his stance is another matter...

Thinking of this, Kokushibo's steps paused.

His eyes narrowed slightly: "There is nothing wrong with your training. However, the only problem is..."

"What is it?" Wuyilang asked.

"That's right, we need to..." Kokushibo said solemnly, "We need to increase the difficulty."

The exhausted team member lying on the ground: "..."

——This guy must be a devil, right?!

Hearing what Kokushibo said, Muichiro believed it without a doubt. He once again sternly glanced at the scattered team members and said with a sullen face: "Your training is not enough. If you go to the battlefield like this, you will die in an instant. At least give me three more seconds..."

Amid the horrified looks, Wuyilang spoke each word with pause.

"Everyone, double the training intensity."

"Ah..." The team members screamed and almost fainted on the spot.

But Muichiro didn't give them a chance to "faint". He immediately threw away the wooden sword and replaced it with a real sword.

"If you are so lazy because you don't know how close death is to you, then I will let you feel it firsthand. I think death is the only thing that can stimulate your potential."

After saying this, Muichiro flashed his white Nichirin sword towards the team members and attacked them.

Seeing Wuichiro working so hard, Black Stockings secretly gave him a thumbs up.

He is really able to endure hardships, and we are worthy of being his descendants.

but……

The image of a man in a black suit, sitting at a desk all day, appeared in his mind again.

——Muichiro works so hard, why is Youichiro so leisurely?

Now Muichiro represents Yuichiro, and the one who represents him is none other than Yuichiro, who never knew how to improve his swordsmanship!

Damn, why...

Why can't Ichiro be like Muichiro?!

Kokushibo decided that starting from tomorrow, he would double the intensity of training for Ichiro!

must!

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Trading Company, inside the Minister’s office.

On the dark brown lacquered wooden desk, there is a white porcelain coffee cup with a rich color and gold flowers inlaid on the edge.

The red "pomegranate juice" inside was hot and white steam was slowly rising.

A slender hand gently picked up the thin, curved handle of the cup and brought the cup to the lips.

Her pink lips lightly touched the rim of the cup, leaving two faint transparent marks on it.

"Yeah, the numbers all match up."

Ichiro put down the coffee cup.

——Now, I don’t have to work overtime tonight.

There was a sound of the office door being opened from the outside. Ichiro looked up and saw Muzan and Nightmare walking in one after another.

"Ichiro," Muzan looked at Ichiro's expression, "From your looks, there should be no problem with this month's accounts?"

Yuichiro nodded and took another sip of "pomegranate juice".

"Well done, your progress is amazing." Muzan said with his arms folded across his chest, looking at Youzhilang with admiration.

"Thank you." Youzhilang took another sip from the cup.

Nightmare stood beside Muzan with a gloomy expression. He raised his eyelids and carefully observed Muzan's reaction.

Then when he looked at Youzhilang, his eyes turned into vigilance again.

"Lord Muzan." Nightmare opened his thin lips lightly, "My clinic has a lot of business this month. At this rate, I can buy all the arabesque Nishijin kimono, pearl and coral silver necklace, and British imported brand perfume that you said you wanted. But before that..."

As he spoke, he reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, pulled out a small red velvet gift box, and opened it.

Yuichiro wasn't very curious, but he still looked over.

He opened his mint green eyes wide in surprise.