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

Mr. Purgatory is really merciless...

After a few moves, Kyojuro looked at Muzan again: "Girl, did you see clearly? Cut a few times for me to see!"

Muzan clenched his hands, bent his knees slightly, and then rushed forward suddenly.

"Sa——!"

The wooden sword cut through the air, making a crackling sound.

Kyojuro nodded approvingly: "Well done, this is already very good for the first time! However, you need to lower your shoulders a little bit, and use more strength with your arms."

He made a ready gesture, "Let's fight a few moves and see!"

Wuzan let out a long sigh of relief——

It's really difficult to restrain your strength.

She couldn't use too much force, nor could she use no force at all; she had to act like a rookie.

But that wasn't a complete novice, but rather a novice who had learned a little bit after a few months of study.

This "degree" is really hard to grasp...

After calming himself down, Muzan looked at Kyojuro, signaling with his eyes that everything was ready for him.

Kyojuro closed his eyes slightly, and after a few seconds, he suddenly rushed towards Muzan.

Wuzan took it instinctively.

“Bang! Bang!”

"Clap!"

The wooden swords collided with each other again and again.

Muzan observed Kyojuro's movements carefully, not missing any detail.

Before traveling through time, she had a unique talent for imitation.

Since childhood, she could imitate any character vividly, whether it was a poor beggar with a miserable life or a rich and elegant princess.

What’s even more amazing is that she can even perform the professional martial arts moves in martial arts dramas 70% to 80% similarly through observation and constant practice, and she never uses a body double.

So, she has another name——

"The ever-changing goddess".

But that was all the glory of her past life, and a hero never brags about his past achievements. But she had retained this talent, and it came in handy now.

"Girl in the hut, did you really start becoming my apprentice around the New Year?" Kyojuro asked loudly during the fight.

Why did he feel like he was fighting a "pillar"...

No, to be precise, she has the potential to become a pillar. But there is no doubt that the girl in the small house is just a novice.

Her movements were awkward, her sword swinging movements were not precise, and her reaction times were not very quick.

Muzan explained seriously: "Because I was familiar with 108 kinds of dances when I was in the Yuujo, so I have some basic knowledge of sports."

"Dance!" Kyojuro said sharply like a tape recorder.

It is really novel to describe swordsmanship as a sport like dancing.

However, Ganlu Temple's movements are also very similar to dancing. Maybe the girl in front of him is similar to Ganlu Temple. Her future strength should not be underestimated!

After a few rounds, Muzan found that Kyojuro's movements were always going in circles. Perhaps the opponent considered that he was a "newbie" and therefore did not dare to show his true strength.

Thinking of this, Muzan dissipated the force from his body and deliberately did not block it, and took a solid blow from Kyojuro.

"Ah, it hurts!" (???)?

With a coquettish cry, Muzan fell to the ground in the direction where Kyojuro was hitting him. The wooden sword in his hand flew out, bounced on the wall, and fell to the ground.

The next moment, blood spurted out of her cherry-like mouth, staining the light yellow floor with a glaring red.

Kyojuro was completely stunned.

Mitsuri was so frightened that she turned into an emoticon: "Ah, Xiao Wu——!!"

She rushed towards Wuzan and knocked him to the ground.

The four soft round breasts were squeezed into glutinous rice cakes. Muzan felt that Mitsuri's powerful attack was even more lethal than Kyojuro's previous attack.

"This time it really hurts..."

Her breasts were about to burst.

Mitsuri's light green eyes scanned Wuzan's body up and down, examining him carefully.

She knew Mr. Purgatory's strength.

For a strong woman like her, blocking the attack was very difficult. Xiao Wu was so delicate and weak that she was hit by Mr. Purgatory's complete attack. This time, she was probably injured and disabled!

Kyojuro, the instigator, blamed himself. He stepped forward quickly and said, "Miss Xiaowu, I will take you to the Butterfly House!"

We were fighting just fine, why did it suddenly...

His mother's last words came back to him at this moment:

"Kyojuro, you were born stronger than others so that you can protect others.

You must never, ever use the power God has given you to hurt others."

A strong sense of guilt surged in his heart - he had just hit an ordinary person, and hit her so badly!

Although he didn't mean to do that!

I saw the girl in front of me raise her head weakly, and her face with black hair and red eyes overlapped with the mother in my memory.

His mother also looked like this...

"Mr. Purgatory, I'm fine." Wuzan smiled and took out a handkerchief from his arms, "I'm sorry for dirtying your floor."

As she spoke, she wiped the floor clean with her handkerchief.

——The Ghost King’s blood cannot be left alone.

The blood in his body was almost coagulated. Rengoku Kyojuro silently put down the wooden sword in his hand and said, "Let's stop here today. Xiaowu girl, I will take you to the hospital."

"No, I'm fine, don't worry about me. I actually have some periodontal disease recently, so my gums are bleeding." Muzan wiped his mouth and panted slightly, "Mr. Rengoku, please continue to fight with Mitsuri, I want to see the moves of Breath of Flame."

Rengoku Kyojuro: “…”

With this amount of bleeding, it doesn't look like bleeding from the gums, right?

"Xiao Wu, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Mitsuri frowned, but Muzan encouraged her positively, "Mitsuri, I want to see you fight with Mr. Rengoku. Don't worry, I often did this when I was training with Master Gotanda in the dense forest mountain. This is a common occurrence."

"All right……"

Since the patients have asked for this, they might as well perform a show to liven up the atmosphere.

Moreover, Xiao Wu's face was rosy and his breathing was smooth, and he didn't look like he was in trouble at all.

"Huh~" Mitsuri tried to use the breathing method of Breath of Fire, but ended in failure.

So she simply didn't use any breathing techniques and just went for it.

"Breath of Fire!"

Although Mitsuri didn't know how to breathe fire, she still shouted out.

Rengoku Kyojuro had completely shaken off the gloom just now, and he took a step backwards: "Breathing of Flame, Second Form - Ascending Blazing Flame!"

"Sa——!"

Muzan seemed to have a vision of orange-yellow flames.

The "fire" spit out tongues of fire and rushed towards Mitsuri, who hurriedly raised her knife to fight back.

The Breath of Flame move was really handsome and majestic. Kyojuro didn't use his full strength, but it was still very impressive and a feast for Muzan's eyes.

"Hmm, this is the second form of Breathing of Fire. Take note of it."

Muzan carefully observed the battle between the master and disciple.

A circular slash from bottom to top. Power generation method: The Qi sinks into Dantian, and the power is deposited in the pelvis in an instant, and then from bottom to top, the power is sprayed out like a high-pressure water gun, straight up into the sky.

Wuzan pondered it carefully.

"This move is very similar to Wind Breathing's Land Form, 'Black Wind Smoke and Mist', but there are still some differences."

Wind can start a fire, but it can also put it out;

And fire can also produce hot whirlwinds.

——That’s quite interesting.

Muzan's spirit is growing stronger.

Seeing that Muzan was fine, Kyojuro was completely relieved and continued to fight with Mitsuri to his heart's content.

……

At noon, several people went to have lunch, and Kyojuro's father, the current Flame Pillar - Rengoku Makijuro, also walked out slowly.

Apart from their different temperaments, there is almost no difference in the appearance and facial features between him, Kyojuro and Chijuro, and it is obvious at first glance that they are biological children.

After Muzan and Mitsuri greeted the current Flame Pillar, the seemingly unhurried Flame Pillar glanced at them casually. He was slightly surprised when he looked at Muzan, and his eyes seemed as if he knew her.

Muzan thought carefully in his mind whether he had ever met this old owl, but the answer he got was no.

“Is there anyone else in this book who looks like me?

To have the same beauty as me... it's impossible.

He must have been struck by my beauty."

No tragic conclusion.

At the dinner table, Rengoku Makijuro started sighing after taking a few bites. Sometimes he said the food was not to his liking, sometimes he said that these people were fighting with each other all day and were as boring as lunatics. Finally, he muttered something incomprehensible, drank a few sips of wine, and left the table in a mad state.

Muzan couldn't help but look at Senjuro with sympathy.

Kyojuro can also work outside and does not have to stay at home all the time. She feels that compared to the high-intensity work of the Demon Slayer Corps, it is more devastating to be exposed to the negative energy from her father at home every day.

She thought, sooner or later either you or I will go crazy.

"It's okay." Senjuro forced a smile at Muzan, "Father is just like this, don't mind it."

Wuzan shook his head: "I don't mind."

She never cared about other people's crazy because she was only crazier than everyone else.

Young brother Chijuro is really a man who should be strong from childhood. He supports the whole family alone. It's really...

"I feel sorry for Chijuro-chan for just a second."

Wuzan's love for her sister overflowed for no reason.

……

Half an hour after lunch, Kyojuro still had to continue training.

——Even though Muzan tried to stop him, saying it was bad for his stomach.

In the training room, Kyojuro became more and more excited as the fight went on, while Mitsuri became more and more listless.

"Kanroji, keep it up! Have your movements become slow after not practicing for a while? As a team member, you can't do this!" Kyojuro shouted loudly, boosting morale like a non-commissioned officer.

Mitsuri wanted to spit out some blood like Muzan did just now to avoid training: "Wow! Mr. Rengoku, I'm so hungry! I want to have some snacks to fill my stomach!"

"Didn't we just have dinner?" Kyojuro had a warm smile on his face, but his words were extremely harsh, "There are still a thousand swings of the sword to be done. That's the unfinished task this morning!"

"Gurgle~Gurgle..." At this time, Mitsuri's stomach also growled at the right time.

"Don't answer with your stomach growling, Kanroji!" Kyojuro was full of energy as if he had endless energy.

Watching them chasing each other, Wuzan silently commented in his heart -

"Persistent Man".

"But the other pillars should all be pretty 'durable' right?

for example……"

The figures of the male Pillar-level swordsmen she had met so far in this life - Water Pillar - Tomioka Giyu, Sound Pillar - Uzui Tengen, and Wind Pillar - Fushigawa Minoru - emerged in her mind.

"It's not easy to meet a Pillar-class swordsman..."

"Squeak-"

At this moment, the sound of a door opening interrupted Muzan's thoughts.

The person who came was Kyojuro's younger brother, Rengoku Chijuro.

Chijuro poked his head out: "Thank you for your hard work, brother, Miss Mitsuri, and Miss Xiaowu. I made some snacks, you can take a break..."

Mitsuri felt as if she had been pardoned from torture. She wanted to cry but had no tears. She flew towards Chijuro and hugged him tightly: "Thank you, little angel Chijuro!"

"Hehe..." Senjuro smiled shyly.

The training was suddenly interrupted, and Kyojuro expressed dissatisfaction: "Wait a minute, the training is not over yet."

But at this time, no one wanted to pay attention to him.

Seeing the food coming, Muzan curiously went over to see what it was. She picked up a soft cake that looked like a sakuramochi but was not a sakuramochi and looked at it from left to right, but she could only see that the filling inside was yellow.

She raised the thing in her hand and asked Kyojuro, "Mr. Purgatory, would you like some too? It looks like mango sauce. You are not allergic to mangoes, right?"

"That..." Chijuro said weakly, "That's a dessert made from sweet potatoes..."

When he heard the word "sweet potato", Kyojuro's eyes lit up and he announced loudly, "Rest!"

"That's great!" She was really pardoned, and Mitsuri jumped three feet high with joy.

Several people came to the steps, ready to enjoy the food.

Wuzan naturally shrank into a place where there was no sunlight.

Seeing that it was something similar to sakura cakes, Muzan, who couldn't taste the deliciousness of food, found a reasonable excuse: "Senjuro, I ate snacks all day at Mitsuri's house yesterday, so I won't eat today. Thank you for the snacks."

Mi Li said regretfully: "Ah? Such a delicious sweet potato snack, but you don't want to eat it?"

"Sorry, I'm so full from lunch that I can't eat any more."

"Is that so?" Mi Li chewed, "Xiao Wu, the sweet potato snack is really delicious. I can keep eating it."

"I made a lot, eat more. I made it using the method you taught me, Miss Mitsuri." Senjuro took out another plate.

Kyojuro picked up one, stuffed it all into his mouth and chewed it vigorously. Then his eyes lit up and he praised generously: "Mm, five ants (delicious)!"

Mitsuri's eyes lit up and she raised her fist: "It appears, Master's habit of speaking!"

The master and the disciple had a great time together and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Muzan was also infected by this peaceful atmosphere and started to eat the melon from a close distance.

She started gossiping: If Kyojuro hadn't died, would Mitsuri have been with him?

——As the saying goes, the one who is near the water gets the moon first.

In the subsequent plot of the novel, Kyojuro warmed Xiyue's heart like the scorching sun; at the same time, Xiyue also warmed him.

Therefore, Kyojuro is also one of Xiyue's secret admirers.

But when she was reading, she was very dissatisfied. Although the eldest brother is very good, he is not a heater. Just because you are cold does not mean he has to warm you up!

What's even more hateful is that the author of that novel actually wrote the eldest brother to death! And he didn't end up with Xiyue, and Xiyue also died in the end.

When she saw Xiyue’s death in the end, she was really broken. She went into bed cursing, and then passed away peacefully in her sleep.

But now it’s different, she has come to the book, and she must turn the tide!

She must not let her elder brother fall in love with Xiyue!

——As for who Big Brother will be with in the end, it’s up to you. It doesn’t matter if it’s Mitsuri or someone else.

In short, just don’t be someone like Kujo Xiyue who has many suitors.

"Will this really work? Won't the plot in the novel still happen in the end?

Big brother will still fall in love with Jiujo Xiyue, and Xiyue cannot be split into several parts like an earthworm, so in the end, big brother will still be in trouble..."

Wuzan shook his head.

When she thought of the "big brother's heartfelt pictures" that readers were crazy about in the novel reviews, she couldn't help but sigh with regret.

His Adam's apple rolled down, and after swallowing the snack in his mouth, Kyojuro looked at Muzan curiously.

——Why does this girl keep staring at me and sighing?

Noticing the other person's gaze, Wu Can calmly explained: "Mr. Purgatory, if you eat too much, you will easily get diabetes. Although you are young and strong now, you still have to pay attention to your health."