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

A life that has been spoiled in advance really doesn't have any surprises at all.

But as long as you don’t follow the plot, then everything that happens next should be new.

After receiving the absolute recognition from Muzan, Mitsuri felt that they had met too late.

She cupped her cheeks and continued, "Well...but I've only met two boys so far. One is my master, and the other is Mr. Abe."

Wuzan acted as a supporting actor: "So what do you think of these two boys?"

"Them." Mitsuri looked up at the ceiling. "Rengoku-san is very reliable. He has always taught me patiently and is a warm-hearted big brother. And Abe-san..."

Recalling the time when she was on Fujiki Mountain, she killed seven or eight demons by herself, and then she ran into Abeshi on the fourth day. At that time, Abeshi looked energetic like a crowing rooster, and with a light in his eyes, he talked to her about every little thing he and Xiaowu had experienced alone on the dense forest mountain.

Thinking of this, her pink lips slightly raised, and Mitsuri shyly hinted to Muzan: "Mr. Abe, he is a very good man, the kind worth entrusting your life to~!?"

After saying this, she even winked at Muzan.

"Oh, really?" Wu Can responded indifferently.

“Mitsuri is really crazy about everyone.

But unfortunately, he is not your "official match."

Although Abe Shi is not bad looking, his hair color, eye color and hairstyle are too ordinary, and he looks like an ordinary person.

Look at the protagonists, not to mention the flashy heroine of the original book, Kujo Shiozuki, even the three little protagonists of the anime, they are not just wearing the same team uniform, they either wear earrings and haori, or simply don't wear clothes and show off their muscles. First of all, their appearance is very different.

——If you want to be the protagonist, you must first start by being special.

Looking at Wuzan's cold reaction, Mitsuri sighed softly.

"That's right. Mu-chan's goal is to become a pillar. Mr. Abe has just become an ordinary member of the Demon Slayer Corps. He still has a lot of room for growth."

As for the other one, Mr. Purgatory, he is already a Class A member, and it should only be a matter of time before he becomes a Pillar.

"Oh, right!" Mitsuri suddenly remembered something, "I passed the exam, so I should pay a visit to Mr. Purgatory!"

——The apprentice has passed the test, so it is reasonable for him to report to the master.

But now she has Xiao Wu at home again, which is not thoughtful enough, and she didn't arrange the time well, so there is a conflict...

“Purgatory?” Muzan opened his bright red eyes wide, “Breath of Fire…”

That is the breathing method that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Purgatory family, and it is also the breathing method that is closest to the Breathing of the Sun...

Muzan secretly clenched his fists and began to calculate in his heart again.

Mitsuri wanted to cry but had no tears: "Well, Mr. Rengoku taught me the Breathing of Fire seriously, but unfortunately I was too stupid and didn't learn it."

"It's okay. I still haven't learned the Breath of Wind." Muzan said sympathetically, "It's okay, Mitsuri. Why don't you take me to Mr. Rengoku's house? I want to see what the legendary Breath of Fire looks like."

——That is the breathing method that is closest to the Breathing of the Sun!

Now that the opportunity is right in front of her, she must observe it carefully.

Back then, Tanjiro's ancestor simply observed Tsugokuni Yoriichi's movements and retained the Sun Breathing. Then Tanjiro mastered the Sun Breathing through the "Super Brain Memory Method", and Kujo Shiozuki also learned Tanjiro's Sun Breathing through the "Observation Method".

Then naturally, she, Muzan Kibutsuji, would not lose to them in terms of IQ!

Of course, if she was asked to take the eldest brother as her teacher and learn from him systematically, that would be unnecessary.

All she had to do was learn from the masters in this way.

Mitsuri was a little conflicted about Muzan's suggestion.

It seems a bit inappropriate to bring someone to someone else's house...

But Mitsuri changed her mind and thought that Master Rengoku was always hospitable, so he shouldn't mind.

On the contrary, he might even be very happy.

"Okay!" After finally making the decision, Mitsuri nodded vigorously.

***

When visiting someone's home, etiquette is of course essential.

Muzan also doesn’t know what gift to give because different countries have different national conditions.

In Panda Country, when people approached her to discuss endorsement cooperation, they would give her perfume, silk scarf gift boxes, etc.

When she came here - Sakura Country, when she played the first alias of the original owner Muzan in her previous two lives, Yueyan, as the boss of a trading company, received many gifts from her partners.

So on the way to Rengoku's house the next day, Muzan went to a high-end boutique on the road and bought a box of exquisite business chocolate gift box and a box of expensive pickled plum tea gift box according to the gifts he had received when he played the pseudonym of Yueyan.

"Xiao Wu," Mitsuri said hesitantly after walking out of the gift shop, "Actually, Mr. Purgatory is... quite simple. We're just going to visit for a while, so there's no need to be so... grand."

——Just now, Xiao Wu waved his hand and directly picked out the two most luxurious gift boxes in the store.

My god, you can never know a person's heart by his appearance! Mi Li really didn't expect Xiao Wu to be so rich. He didn't even blink an eye when buying lavish gifts.

Muzan glanced at the two things in his hands and looked at Mitsuri with a little suspicion.

——In fact, she is already very conservative.

Originally, she wanted to buy some French imported perfume, but she felt that Rengoku Kyojuro didn't seem like the type of person who would wear perfume.

——Not as miserable as that one.

"I'm not familiar with him, and it wouldn't be nice to just run into his house, so I bought some things... well, as a token of my appreciation." Wuzan explained.

"I see..." Mitsuri thought.

Although as Rengoku's apprentice, Mitsuri didn't have to deal with all these red tape, but Muzan had already accepted the gift, so she couldn't go empty-handed, not to mention that this time she was mainly expressing her gratitude for Rengoku's teachings, otherwise she wouldn't be able to pass the Demon Slayer Corps' assessment.

So, Mitsuri went back into the store and bought a box of Japanese sweets.

***

"Da da da……"

The two men returned with a full load and got on the rickshaw. The driver was secretly delighted that he would get a lot of tips on this trip, and he rushed all the way to the Purgatory Mansion with great enthusiasm.

Arriving at the destination, Muzan stepped off the tightly covered rickshaw, opened the black oil-paper umbrella he had taken from Mitsuri's house, and looked at the house and sighed: "Is this Mr. Rengoku's home? It's bigger than yours. You two really are a family that is bigger than the other."

——Although it is still a long way from her old nest.

But compared to Tanjiro's family, Tanjiro's family is simply... um... ahem.

In short, Tanjiro lives a really hard and simple life.

Her skin was constantly burning with pain, and Wuzan felt as if someone who was jealous of her had poured a ton of concentrated sulfuric acid on her from head to toe.

Despite the shade of the oil-paper umbrellas, sunlight is still refracted from the surrounding ground and walls.

These refracted lights will still cause damage to her.

The sun contains more than just ultraviolet rays, there are also gamma rays, x-rays, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, seven colors of visible light, infrared rays, microwave waves, etc. She couldn't tell which component would turn her into ashes.

In short, she now feels like she is about to die.

"Xiao...Xiao Wu, your face..." Mitsuri looked at Wuzan's face in horror. His face, which had been smooth and delicate like a peeled boiled egg before, was now red and swollen with layers of small bumps, just like the neighbor's child who had eaten ten kilograms of allergens.

Muzan touched his face and felt the uneven surface of the moon at his fingertips.

She must be very ugly now.

——But in order to restrain herself from being miserable, she had to endure it.

"I'm fine." Wuzan forced a smile.

It's not that she's okay, it's that she's not dead yet.

Just then, the door opened.

A little head popped out from the slightly opened door. The boy's red and yellow hair looked like a phoenix chick: "Sister Mi Li, there is..."

The little boy looked curiously at the girl next to Mitsuri, who was completely unrecognizable but was also wearing a fencing uniform, and was secretly shocked.

But he still had to pretend to be calm, because it would be too rude if he showed that he was frightened by her appearance.

"Is it a burn...?"

He made wild guesses.

"Senjuro!" Mitsuri greeted him with a smile, then pointed at Muzan and introduced him, "I met her during the selection... um... how should I put it... uh..."

Mitsuri, who was not good at speaking, was tongue-tied for a moment and didn't know how to describe Muzan's identity.

Muzan didn't care how scary her face looked at the moment, she smiled openly and said, "Hello, Senjuro, you are Master Mitsuri's younger brother, right? I met Mitsuri when I was sending my senior brother to Fujiki Mountain, and now we are good friends."

In just a few words, her relationship with Mitsuri was made clear.

After the few people entered the yard, Rengoku Kyojuro, who heard the noise in the inner room, came to greet them in high spirits.

Unlike the pictures in the novel comments, Kyojuro at this time was wearing ordinary swordsmanship training clothes, because the flame-patterned cloak that had been passed down from generation to generation representing the Flame Pillar was still hanging on the rack, gathering dust.

——He has not yet become the Flame Pillar.

"Kanroji, you passed the selection exam in just half a year, that's amazing! Congratulations!" Kyojuro praised cheerfully and patted Mitsuri's shoulder generously.

He is very good at discovering the strengths of each person, including when he looks at people, he always sees their good side.

Mitsuri Kanroji, on the surface, is a lovely girl, but in fact her body is extremely flexible, and her muscles with eight times the density also show that she is definitely a martial arts genius with huge potential.

He once told her that she would surpass him one day.

Thinking back to when she first came to study with him, he was very happy.

After all, who can resist a good seedling with great potential?

Mi Li smiled sheepishly: "Thank you, Master. This is all thanks to your teaching."

"Yeah." Kyojuro smiled, "We agreed before that once you pass the exam, we'll be companions."

"Yes, Master... No, Mr. Purgatory!" Mitsuri was still immersed in the joy of "passing the civil service exam in the swordsmanship world" and she couldn't stop smiling.

Kyojuro was naturally very happy too.

Looking at Mitsuri who had finally completed her apprenticeship, his eyes gradually moved to the right and fell on Muzan who was beside Mitsuri.

Then the smile faded.

"Nice to meet you." Noticing the other person's gaze, Muzan bowed to Kyojuro like a lady and said, "I'm a new friend that Mitsuri met when she went to take the exam. My name is Xiaowu."

It was the first time that Kyojuro saw a female swordsman who was so calm even though her face was so disfigured. After a brief moment of surprise, he put on a calm smile again: "Hmm, you passed the exam too? That's amazing!"

“No, I didn’t pass.”

"..."

There is a row of question marks above Kyojuro's head——

If she didn't pass the exam, how did she get out of Tengxi Mountain alive?

Wuzan continued to explain: "I just went to pick up my senior brother."

"Is that so?" Kyojuro suddenly realized.

——This senior brother is treated really well, and we are all a group of happy people!

……

Finally, after finishing the greetings outside, everyone was ready to go into the house.

If he talked any longer, Muzan would really have to restart his life as a ghost.

The moment his feet stepped onto the stairs, Muzan suddenly felt like he had come alive.

She was led into the training room by the Purgatory brothers and asked to wait first. Senjuro also kindly gave her a wooden sword made by Purgatory for practice.

She was the only one left in the training room.

Mitsuri and the others went to change their clothes because Kyojuro suggested that they practice swordsmanship for the whole morning.

"Scumbag boss, scumbag boss?"

Muzan frantically called out to the original owner, Muzan, in his heart.

Then, she heard that familiar voice.

"Next time, try standing in the sun for that long."

"Oh, yes, were you in pain just now?" Wuzan couldn't help but laughed, "Why don't you come out? I'm so bored."

I only heard the other person's unhappy voice: "I don't want to see your face ruined."

"Really? Are you that cowardly?"

Muzan communicated with the original owner Muzan through telepathy in a listless manner, but the original owner Muzan seemed not to want to pay attention to her. No matter how much she harassed him, the other party ignored her.

***

Another room.

"Wow, I didn't expect Mr. Purgatory to be so hardworking. If I had known, I would have come here wearing a fencing uniform."

Mitsuri was wearing a white top and red bottom fencing uniform and was looking left and right in front of the mirror.

Because Xiao Wu said she was here to visit or something, she specially changed into a kimono with a flower pattern, but she had to change it off as soon as she arrived.

Picking up the wooden sword, Mitsuri ran out of the room happily and waved to Kyojuro who was waiting outside: "Mr. Rengoku, I'm ready!"

"Hmm." Kyojuro nodded, "Then go to the practice room. Your friends are waiting."

"Uh-huh!"

They pushed open the door of the practice room.

"Squeak-"

The gap in the door gradually widened.

The open wooden sword practice room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. In the corner of the practice room sat a woman with a cool and elegant temperament.

The woman had black hair tied high behind her head, her skin was as delicate as jade, and her delicate red lips were like a rich calla lily covered with morning dew.

When she raised her head, her eyebrows were long and graceful, and a pair of red eyes, as clear as autumn water, looked at them charmingly.

Both calm and curious.

Kyojuro paused, stunned for a moment.

——Who is she and when and where did she appear?

His eyes fixed on the woman's hairstyle and clothes again, and Kyojuro then remembered that wasn't that how the friend from Kanroji Temple was dressed just now?

"What's going on? Could it be that she can disguise herself?"

Kyojuro forgot to even blink for a moment.

Mi Li took the lead and ran towards Wuzan: "Xiao Wu, is your face okay?"

"Yes." Muzan stood up from the ground and picked up the wooden sword. "As long as I get to a cool place, my face will recover. Just like a person who gets carsick will be fine as long as he gets out of the car."

"You are so miserable, wuwuwu."

After listening to the conversation between the two girls, Kyojuro guessed most of it.

He did not ask about the faceless face, but picked up the wooden sword and said to them: "Then Ganlu Temple, let's get started. And you, the little girl, come along too!"

"That Mr. Purgatory, her name is Xiao Wu..." Mi Li reminded weakly.

"Okay, Xiaowu girl, I'll remember it!" Kyojuro nodded vigorously.

……

"Hey~ha!"

“Bang—pop!”

"Da-da-bang!"

"..."

The training room was filled with the sound of wooden swords clashing and Mitsuri's own cries.

"Girl in the hut, watch out! Breathing of Fire requires stability and strength. You have to concentrate your strength on your lower body, like this!" Kyojuro demonstrated, then slashed Mitsuri with a knife.

Mitsuri quickly swung her sword to block: "Woo-wah!"