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

What did he just do?

Why is Xiao Wu’s collar open?

"Xiao Wu she..."

The beautiful scene is right before your eyes, making you linger.

"Your collarbone is really pretty..."

——No, you can’t look at it!

Fushigawa Miyabi quickly let go of his hand, then turned his head and tried desperately to forget what he had just seen and not look at anything inappropriate.

Wuzan shyly covered the skin on his shoulder, looked at Shiya pitifully, and said delicately: "Master, no, we are master and disciple."

"What? Damn it, I didn't do anything!" Shimi shouted loudly and looked at Muzan again, but the scene in front of him was too beautiful, so he quickly turned his head to the wall, "It's... it's your clothes! What clothes? The quality is so bad!"

"This dress was given to me by Master Gotanda..."

"Look at you. Why is it that everything is fine for others but something goes wrong when you put it on? You must have ruined the clothes when you were washing them! You are such a stupid woman!"

"..."

Muzan remained silent, just looked down at his big round breasts sadly, with redness in the corners of his eyes.

Faced with this situation, Shimi felt an inexplicable sense of sadness in his chest.

His tone softened a little: "Okay, you... put on your clothes quickly, and then come out with me for training."

"Master, I..."

Muzan just opened his mouth but was interrupted by Shiya: "If you can't hold on today, it means you are not suitable to join the Demon Slayer Corps. Then I will send you to the Butterfly House and let you find another job."

"..." Wuzan pouted secretly, "I'll go with you right away."

As she said this, she straightened her collar and walked over to Shimizu.

Shiya glanced at her silently and said, "I'll send you a new piece of clothing."

"Um……"

"I have a lot of clothes. You can change and wear them. Anyway, you can do whatever you want. Just don't bother me anymore!"

"Uh... um."

……

Sanemi's training is simply an enhanced version of Gotanda Shirou.

This reflects the difference between young people and old people, especially this crazy scarred man, whose training is so harsh that it is outrageous.

However, this was completely easy and stress-free for Muzan. However, in order to maintain her character and the alias of "Muzan", she still pretended to be sleepy and tired, with clumsy movements and slow reactions.

After one round, Shiya suddenly remembered something: "You haven't slept all night, and you haven't eaten yet, right?"

Muzan held the wooden sword in both hands and nodded pitifully: "Yes, but you won't let me eat it."

Shiya: “…”

Although he is strict, it is not to that extent...

Going to the kitchen and taking out the pre-prepared Hagi cakes, Shiya handed them to Muzan and told her to eat slowly as she had just finished exercising.

Wu Can smiled with his eyes curved and bit his food, stuffing his cheeks till they were puffed up like a little hamster.

"Master, the smell at home is very strong. Do you like eating it?" Wuzan asked while eating.

Shiya was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes at her and said, "Swallow what's in your mouth before you speak."

"Uh, um..."

So Wuzan concentrated on eating.

Just think of it as eating durian, snail noodles, stinky tofu or something like that.

"The stinkier it is, the more fragrant it is."

She brainwashed herself crazily.

After eating, Shimizu continued training with Muzan.

Since Muzan had just eaten, Shimizu first led her to do some relaxing movements, similar to Tai Chi, for a full half an hour. When he estimated that his apprentice's stomach should be empty, he gradually increased the difficulty, evolving it into a violent storm.

……

Just like that, a day passed...

……

On the next day, Shimi's crow, Shuanglai, "cackled" and gave him a new mission, so he set out with his green Sunwheel Sword.

As soon as Shimizu left, Wuzan was happy.

The tiger was not at home, so the monkey declared himself king. She immediately called out the original owner, Muzan.

"Boss, come out now!"

The sound was so enthusiastic that I wanted to throw a Poké Ball on the spot.

The original owner, Muzan, slowly revealed himself. He looked at the female version of himself with dissatisfaction: "Is this the second time? You have to understand clearly that your body only belongs to me. You cannot let others see the part under your clothes."

"How old-fashioned." Muzan sighed, but she was in such a good mood that she really didn't want to argue with Hanzan. "By the way, I haven't read the book I copied at the Flame Pillar's house last time! Mingnu, send me Nightmare!"

After saying that, she activated the blood demon technique and gave instructions to Mingnu remotely.

The original owner, Wuzan, suddenly changed his expression: "No! If he comes, I will..."

However, it was too late, and the hasty words stopped abruptly. As the nightmare appeared, the original owner Muzan instantly dissolved into the air like sand blown by the wind.

The nightmare that had just arrived looked around in astonishment, confused.

"Strange, there seemed to be some unfinished sound just now...?"