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

Naming is the most annoying thing, especially the name of Sakura Country, she really doesn't know how to think of it.

Fortunately, Shiya didn't ask any further questions for some reason and just let her enter the room.

The room was neither big nor small, with a bed, a table, and a bedside table on each side of the bed.

Anyway, the conditions are much better than those at Master Gotanda's place.

Muzan ignored Shimizu's inquiring gaze, and the first thing he did was to pull the curtains of the room's windows, then touch his face.

The touch from my fingertips was still not smooth, and it seemed that my face was still in a state that was unbearable to look at.

"Hmm... I have to change the curtains to black, which doesn't let in light, while this scarred man is away."

But Muzan was also curious about why Fushigawa Shima wanted to accept her as his apprentice. But she would not ask about this.

A mature woman should learn to keep her doubts to herself.

If there was any doubt, it all came down to him being overcome by his own beauty.

——Although she felt that Shimizu was not a lustful person and did not have that kind of intention towards her like Abe Shi.

Besides, hasn't Shiya always liked the heroine, Kujo Shizuki? How could he like her?

She intends to be beautiful alone.

Just as Muzan was thinking about this and that, Shiya suddenly spoke up, his rough voice carrying a hint of severity: "Did you not sleep all night?"

She was in high spirits since she arrived at her residence.

Muzan continued to maintain this excitement, nodded to Shiya and said: "Yeah! I went to see Mr. Rengoku become a pillar last night."

When mentioning Rengoku Kyojuro, Shiya frowned slightly, with a strange embarrassment in his expression: "Oh. Then why aren't you injured?"

Wuzan replied: "Because I was late..."

"What a joke!" Not knowing what was wrong with Muzan's words, Shigeya suddenly became excited, "How can you be a deserter as a member of the Demon Slayer Corps? You are not deliberately avoiding the battle, are you?! How much awareness of life and death do you have?"

But he finally found a reasonable reason why she was not suitable to join the Demon Slayer Corps!

Muzan said calmly and methodically: "But I'm not a member of the Demon Slayer Corps yet."

"..." Shiya was speechless for a moment, then his throat became louder, "Then always! You are not allowed to sleep now. I have nothing to do today, you have to go to training!"

Wuzhan: “…”

This Wind Pillar, oh no, "Mad Pillar", his "spirit" is even more so than Rengoku Kyojuro...

……

Like Rengoku Kyojuro's house, Fushigawa Miya's house also has a very spacious training room.

Muzan guessed that perhaps each of the pillars had such a training room in their home, specifically used to train younger generations.

It turns out that there is no such thing as an easy-to-get salary! I have to go to work after returning home. How can I describe it with just one word: "miserable"?

Not only humans, but also ghosts. Even in the twelve demon months, Douma has to make up a story, Yuhu has to make a pot every day, Xiaomei and Jifutaro have to receive customers every day...

In short, it’s easiest to be a boss.

The Twelve Ghost Moons are responsible for making money, and she is only responsible for collecting money.

Taking the wooden sword given to her by Shimizu in her hand, Muzan looked at Shimizu, who was also holding the same wooden sword and standing opposite her, staring at her intently.

"Show me your wind breathing! Start with the first form - 'Dust Whirlwind·Slash'." Fushigi Miya leaned his upper body slightly downward, ready for the fight.

Muzan also made a ready posture. She blinked her red eyes and said tenderly, "But...but Mr. Busei, my...master hasn't taught me the sword form of Breath of Wind yet..."

Immortal Kawa Saneya: "..."

He suddenly regretted accepting her...

But since he had already accepted her, what else could he do? Although he felt like he couldn't lead her, he could only start training her from now on.

Strongly suppressing the urge to lose his temper, Shiya said to Muzan impatiently: "Then you attack me first, let me see your strength! Come on, don't be polite! I give you three seconds to come here, otherwise I will chop you down!"

"Ah, why is this happening?" Tears welled up in the corners of Muzan's eyes, "Then Mr. Busaikawa, if you get hurt, I will stop immediately!"

With his tender hands grasping the rough hilt of the sword, Wuzan rushed forward with a serious look and spun his body.

Since the girl's movements were so crude, Shimi had to control the force when swinging the sword.

The two men's wooden swords collided with each other with crackling sounds. Besides the sound of hard wood colliding, the room was filled with the sound of Shimi's steady rhythmic breathing and Xiao Wu's chaotic panting.

"hu~hu~"

Beads of sweat oozed from Muzan's forehead. She opened her mouth and tried desperately to inhale oxygen, then bit her red lips and looked at Shiya in confusion, "Why... why have my movements become slower?"

After a few seconds, she suddenly acted as if she had suddenly realized something, "No! It's not that I've become slower, but that your movements have become faster!"

“Hmph!” Shiya snorted disdainfully, staring at Muzan with eyes full of contempt for her, “Is this all you have? Are you treating the Demon Slayer Corps like a game? I heard that you joined the Demon Slayer Corps for the money. I think people like you should die in my training first!”

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and as he continued speaking, he stabbed the man opposite him in the face with the wooden sword in his hand.

Muzan was just about to raise her hand to block, but for some reason she hesitated again, and in the blink of an eye, the sharp edge of the wooden sword cut her cheek.

"It hurts!"

Wuzan stumbled backwards in panic and fell to the ground unsteadily.

She reached out and touched her face, staring at the bright red blood in her hand in disbelief, then looked at Shiya and murmured, "Will my face... be left with a scar?"

“……”Fuzuikawa Miya stood there in a daze, holding the wooden sword, his mind going blank.

What did he just do?

How did he scratch Xiao Wu's face?

How did he just get cut?

Why did the face get cut by the wooden sword?

ah? ? ? ?

Xiao Wu still looked silly, not knowing what had happened to her face. But he really didn't know how to tell her that her originally beautiful face now had a glaring scratch on it, and the blood from the scratch was smeared all over her face, which looked very glaring.

"Damn it..." Shiya cursed in a low voice, and said coldly to the girl on the ground, "You are worthy of being my stepson? You can't join the Demon Slayer Corps. The wooden sword can hurt you, which really opened my eyes!"

After he finished speaking angrily, without caring whether these words would cause emotional harm to the delicate girl, he simply threw the wooden sword to the ground and walked away.

As soon as Shimizu left, Muzan rolled his eyes nonchalantly, looked leisurely at the square training room, and a sneer appeared on his lips.

"Pigs that are about to be slaughtered will squeal, so just keep squealing...

food."

Let’s talk about training next time. It’s really unpleasant to train with him.

So speechless.

After a moment of vacancy, a male voice suddenly sounded in her mind -

"You're sunbathing and scratching my face, you..."

"You rubbish boss!" she interrupted the voice excitedly.

This is terrible, it hasn't happened in a long time.

She had very little time to be alone these days, and when she was alone occasionally, she didn't hear any miserable voices.

I wonder what other conditions are there for the appearance of Very Miserable? Does he have something like "sleep time"?

The figure of the original owner, Muzan, gradually appeared in the air from transparent until it became completely opaque.

He is still as tall and mighty, handsome, insidious, cunning and short-sighted as ever.

Muzan looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and the unpleasantness he had just felt with Busei Kagawa was instantly swept away.

I'm really happy because they know each other's tricks...

The original owner, Muzan, looked at the female version of himself wearing training clothes. Like the other party, he was also full of smiles and sat down feeling relaxed and happy.

"This is the residence of the Pillars. You have already found two." The original owner, Muzan, happily touched Muzan's hair.

Her hair was tied in a high ponytail and was very long, curly and curled like seaweed.

In the past, when I touched my hair, I knew that my hair quality was good, but it was always uncomfortable. It is not as comfortable as this.

Wuzan tilted his head proudly, without any modesty: "Of course, don't you care who I am?"

"I really want to know who you are?" The man cast an inquiring gaze, trying to penetrate the skin from top to bottom and into the bone marrow.

But all he could see was the beautiful face of the female version of himself.

More and more, I can't put it down.

Afterwards, he heard the woman in his hand say softly—

"Anyway, he is a very, very good person."

***

On the other side, after Shiya impulsively walked out of the training room alone, he didn't know where to go.

His steps stopped, frozen at the fork in the road between several rooms.

Go back to see her? Humph, impossible.

He rejected this option immediately.

Otherwise, what other choice is there?

Now go to sleep, sleep is not possible;

Let’s train, Xiao Wu is in the training room.

"Damn it, why doesn't Shuanglai send me a new task?"

He thought irritably.

……

“Ah~”

Outside the house, a male crow named "Shuanglai" shuddered and sneezed.

What’s going on? Is it a spring cold?

This shouldn’t be the case. The weather right now… is clearly sunny and windy.

It's really weird.

The little crow was puzzled, but still flew away.

It turns out that whether it is a human or a crow, they should exercise more.

Lord Shimi has been exercising all the time, and it wants to too!

……

And Fuzugawa Shima finally decided to come to the living room and have breakfast...

The Hagi pancakes are already pre-made and can be eaten directly from the cupboard. They are delicious even when they are cold.

The delicate and soft red beans spread on the tip of his tongue, but the sweetness of brown sugar still couldn't make him feel good.

——It’s been so long, why is the house so quiet?

As soon as there was no movement, he couldn't help but wonder what she was doing. After all, she had just been beaten by him and fell to the ground, bleeding. She wouldn't still be lying on the ground, right?

"That woman, what is she doing...?"

With doubts, Shimi went back to the training room, but found that the room was empty, without even a shadow of Xiaowu.

He walked out again, but heard a conversation coming from the direction of the gate, but the distance was too far to make out what they were saying.

"Who?"

Shimi walked towards the door, but saw Xiaowu happily turning back with the package, and in a blink of an eye she went into her own room and didn't even see him at all.

But from this angle, she might not have really seen him.

"Okay, so the people who just came are from the Hidden Members..."

Shimi understood clearly.

"But looking at her face, it seems like it doesn't hurt anymore?"

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little relaxed.

Shimi walked to the door of Muzan's room again, and watched her quietly as she skillfully opened the package, took out a beautiful and exquisite kimono, and countless jeweled hairpins and rings, then placed them on the table with a smile on her face, covering the entire table top.

In the dim room, only the pearl and jade rings shone brightly.

"What's so good about this kind of thing?

Women, I really don’t understand.”

Shiya looked at Muzan with dissatisfaction, and suddenly shouted: "What are you doing? Get out and train now!"

"Hmm?" Muzan shuddered as if waking from a dream, then his waist softened and he fell back into the quilt, "But Mr. Busui, I'm so tired."

"I am your master now, you should call me Master, stupid woman," Shiya corrected.

"Okay Master, I'm so tired, can I take a nap now?"

"Of course not!" Shiya stormed into Muzan's room and grabbed her sleeve roughly, "As long as you don't die from practicing, practice until you die! Even if you faint, you have to keep swinging your sword!"

There was a moment of surprise in Wuzan's eyes, but she soon couldn't hold it back, and couldn't help but turn it into an ambiguous smile: "Okay then. Master~ I once danced for three consecutive days and three nights in the Yuujou, so I think it should be okay! Don't you think so, Master~?"

The end of the sentence was raised, with a hint of coquettishness.

After saying this, Muzan stood "weakly" and could not stand steadily, and his body went limp.

However, at this moment, Shimi was pulling her sleeves, and as luck would have it, she fell and Shimi just pulled her collar open a little, exposing a large area of ​​snow-white skin in front of him, her shoulders half exposed, and a faint floral scent lingering around his nose.

As if she had been violated in some way, the girl stared at him with charming eyes, her beauty was so pretty that it made people feel pity for her.

The white teeth lightly bite the red lips, as if they could bite out water.

“……” Shimizu’s breath was choked and his brain lost its intelligence again.