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

"Diabetes?" Kyojuro said loudly and took another bite of the dessert.

There are so many strange diseases in this world!

Mitsuri stared at Muzan blankly, feeling worried.

——If eating too much dessert can make you sick, then she must have some serious illness!

So I really need to exercise more...

Well, she decided to work harder and get in shape.

Kyojuro didn't quite understand these strange illnesses. He looked at Mitsuri who suddenly stopped eating, and suddenly thought of something else: "Oh, Chijuro, bring 'that' here!"

Chijuro put down the plate: "Yes."

Question marks popped up in Mitsuri and Muzan's minds, only to see Senjuro turn around and go into the house, then run over "da da da" and hand something white to Mitsuri.

Mitsuri picked it up and unfolded it, and it turned out to be a white haori.

The fabric of that haori is the finest pure silk, 100% real silk, from the Jiangnan area of ​​the Panda Country, and the material is imported.

Muzan was very familiar with it because when she was playing the role of Yueyan, those who gave her gifts had given her this kind of gift.

Mitsuri obviously didn't know what it was. She just stared at it blankly: "This haori is..."

"It took some time to sew this, but this is a gift to congratulate you on becoming a member of the Demon Slayer Corps." Kyojuro looked at his apprentice with admiration and said in high spirits, "Congratulations, Kanroji! You passed the selection in just half a year. From today on, you don't have to call me Master anymore. We are officially teammates. Let's make progress together from now on!"

Kyojuro's gaze is as warm, dazzling and touching as the sun.

Mitsuri responded excitedly, "Master, no... Mr. Purgatory, thank you for the haori! I will try my best!"

"Little Muzan girl," Kyojuro looked at Muzan who was eating melons on the side, "When you pass the exam, I will give you one too!"

Being suddenly cueed, Wuzan waved his hands awkwardly: "No, thank you for your kindness, I don't wear white."

"Then I'll give you a black one!"

"No need, I... I'll just wear what my master gave me." Wu Can laughed and lied.

She had no relationship with him, so it was not appropriate for her to accept gifts from others for no reason.

What's even more embarrassing is that if she doesn't like the clothes he gave her and doesn't wear them, wouldn't that be impolite?

If I don't wear it, will I sell it later? If I don't sell it, it will be a waste to just leave it at home and collect dust. It's better to give it as a gift, which is also a consumable item, so it won't be wasted.

But she couldn't ask him to give her cosmetics, right? It felt so weird...

"Is that so?" Kyojuro looked at the wall of his home in the distance, "Who is your master?"

"Former Fengzhu, Gotanda Shirou."

"Gotanda-senpai!" He looked at the clouds in the distant sky in confusion.

Hmm...I don’t know him.

The weather was nice though.

I am most afraid of the sudden silence in the air...

At this moment, Mitsuri suddenly thought of something. She rummaged through her bag and said to them with a smile, "Oh, by the way, wait for me a moment..."

She walked mysteriously into a room with her bag in her hand. Her skillful movements were enough to prove the difficulty of her training in Purgatory Mansion.

After a while, she came out skipping again, wearing a brand new style for both her top and skirt, especially the pair of jumping bracelets on her chest which were particularly dramatic.

"Hehehe..." She smiled with her eyes curved, "It fits me perfectly, Mr. Purgatory, Xiao Wu!"

She showed off her newly made Demon Slayer Corps uniform. The black style, similar to that of an officer's uniform, was very handsome, but the skirt was too short. It was almost the same length as a swimsuit, and the row of buttons on her chest seemed to be just for show and could not be buttoned at all. Part of her round breasts were arrogantly exposed.

——But fortunately, nothing was exposed.

The haori that Rengoku Kyojuro gave her had no buttons; it was just an ordinary open coat, so it couldn't cover anything.

Mitsuri was still immersed in the joy of her new clothes. She swung her snow-white thighs in excitement and jumped around like a child, completely unaware of how strange her clothes looked.

Wuzan opened his mouth and couldn't close it for a long time: "When did you take the clothes?"

She was at Mili's house yesterday, but I didn't see her take any new clothes.

Mitsuri said with a smile: "The members of the Hidden Corps delivered it to you while you were sleeping! I didn't expect it to be completed so quickly. The Demon Slayer Corps members are really efficient! I think the uniforms must be made in batches, right?"

“I see…” Wuzan fell into deep thought.

Yesterday she didn't want to eat Mi Li's snacks anymore, so she pretended to go to bed first. Unexpectedly, Mi Li took the opportunity to get some clothes while she was cleaning up the dishes.

As a pure boy, Rengoku Kyojuro saw this shameful scene of a beautiful girl for the first time. His face instantly turned red: "What kind of dress is this!"

Chijuro scratched his head and asked suspiciously, "Uh...are all the clothes of the Demon Slayer Corps like this?"

He saw that his dad didn’t dress like that!

"How inappropriate!" Kyojuro commented bluntly.

Their words were like a few sharp knives, piercing Mi Li's little heart like a hornet's nest.

But she doesn't make clothes, she doesn't know anything...

Seeing Mitsuri's cute face blushing as half of her breasts were exposed, Muzan narrowed his eyes, held his chin and admired it, saying: "But, I think this dress is very beautiful and pleasing to the eyes~"

"Really?" After being hit by her brothers one after another, Mitsuri finally found a little comfort, "The hidden members said that the clothes of the female team members are all like this."

Kyojuro was surprised and asked, "What, really? Well, if the rules are like this, then it must be like this! There must be a reason for the design!"

As he spoke, his expression changed to one of certainty.

Mitsuri nodded frantically, "That's right!"

The master and the disciple both had innocent looks on their faces, and their innocence was inherited from generation to generation.

Wuzan looked at them silently and chuckled in his heart.

In previous lives, when the female Demon Slayers held knives and shouted slogans while chopping themselves, they were not dressed like this with their breasts exposed.

"Brother, you have been a member of the A-class team for such a long time, haven't you ever met a female team member?

Doesn’t he know what they are wearing…”

For such obviously illogical things, Muzan always attributed them to the bug of the original author.

There are quite a lot of bugs in this book.

"As long as I use it properly, maybe..."

She secretly raised her hand and used her sleeves to cover her smiling face.

"Thank you for practicing with me today, Ganlu Temple. Is there anything else you want to talk to me about today?"

"Ah, it's not really anything important..."

The master and the apprentice were chatting casually, but the conversation was interrupted by the sudden cry of a crow -