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

After that, a few more people came over. Tanjiro counted them and was shocked.

Including him and Xiao Wu, are there only five people here? There were clearly more than 20 people at the beginning.

Also, the people I saw at the hand ghost's side were not here...

"It's all my fault."

He blamed himself inwardly.

Seeing Tanjiro's sluggish reaction, Muzan guessed what he was thinking.

Where has he come from? He has just left the Novice Village.

Muzan glanced at the survivors. Besides the two of them, there was also the martial arts expert Kanao, the blond Zenitsu, and Shigeya's younger brother Genya.

She knew that these people would be fine, but what surprised her was that, apart from these main characters, the author didn't keep any of the other extras.

I don’t know whether the cartoonist didn’t draw it or the fan fiction author didn’t write it.

"Tanjiro!" Muzan called out to Tanjiro from the shade, "Thanks for saving me! Thank you!"

Hearing this, Tanjiro's face suddenly cleared up and he became happy again, smiling at Muzan.

Yes, it’s a good thing he is here, otherwise Xiao Wu would be gone.

In the future, he will become stronger and protect more people.

“I want to die, I want to die…”

At this time, Zenitsu, who was standing on Tanjiro's left, muttered to himself in frustration, "Even if I survive now, I will still die later, I..."

Tanjiro looked at the yellow-haired boy strangely and chose not to talk to him.

The two baby-haired kids who had hosted the show when they first arrived came out again, and their tender childish voices rang out from the stage: "Welcome back, I'm glad you're safe and sound."

The Demon Slayer Corps holds selections several times a year, and each time, a large number of people come in and a small number leave. These two kids are no longer surprised.

Xuan Mi interrupted impatiently and interrupted loudly: "So, what should I do next? Where is the knife?"

"First we'll send out the uniforms, measure their sizes, and then determine their levels," the silver-haired girl replied.

The black-haired boy in women's clothing added, "There are ten levels of hierarchy."

The silver-haired girl replied: "A."

Black hair: "B."

"..."

The two children recited all the ten Heavenly Stems in unison, fearing that the examinees were uneducated and didn't know which ones they were.

Muzan thought secretly: I wonder if these two Ubuyashiki kids have ever thought that if they report everything at once like this, those who know will already know, and those who don’t know won’t be able to remember at all?

Ten is already a lot to begin with, and they speak slowly, with two of them speaking one at a time, so it's hard not to go crazy.

They finally finished talking about the ten heavenly stems, and finally told everyone: "Currently everyone's level is the lowest level, 'Gui'."

Muzan squatted among the wisteria flowers and complained again: She knew without thinking that those who had just passed the exam must have the lowest level.

Also losing their patience were Kanao, who wasn't listening at all and just played with butterflies, and Xuanya, whose temper was already on the verge of exploding.

"Where's the knife?!" Xuan Mi asked loudly.

The person on the stage said, "Right now, let's select the material for making the sword - jade steel. It will take about ten to fifteen days to make a sword."

"What's going on?" Xuan Mi rolled his eyes and tried his best to control his emotions.

"Before that..." said the silver-haired girl, then stretched out her hands and clapped them.

Amid the applause, bursts of chirping were heard from the sky, and then five birds fell from the sky and landed on the shoulders of five candidates respectively.

But the funny thing is that everyone else’s birds were crows, and the only one given to Zenitsu was a cute little sparrow.

The child told them: "Let the crows follow you now. The crows are used by the Demon Slayer Corps for communication."

"What a joke!" Xuan Mi's patience was finally exhausted. He shook off the flapping crow with all his strength, then took a step forward, moving closer to the girl on the stage.

Suddenly, everyone's focus was on Xuan Mi, the troublemaker, except for Kanao who was still playing with butterflies in her mind, and the black-haired boy in women's clothing who was indifferent.

Xuan Mi came to the girl and yelled at the top of his voice: "The broken crow is not important at all!"

He raised his hand high, slapped the silver-haired girl's head, pulled the girl's hair roughly and said viciously, "Knife, knife! Hand over the knife immediately! The knife of the Demon Slayer Corps, the kind that can change color!"

The girl's hair was pulled, but there was no fear on her face. She just kept her eyes open woodenly, as if she didn't feel any pain at all.

Tanjiro walked forward righteously and grabbed Xuanya's murderous hand: "Let her go, or I will break your hand."

"Huh?" Xuan Mi glared at him unhappily.

Wuzan squatted in the dark and watched the battle silently.

Xuan Mi and Shi Mi are truly brothers. Not only do they look alike, they also have the same violent temper.

In fact, when Xuanya first went to pull her hair, Muzan's first reaction was to let him go, because it was obvious that Shimizu didn't want to have too much interaction with his brother. But Tanjiro actually went up to uphold justice, so she might as well go and make a splash.

There was a rustling sound coming from the bushes, and then a girl in purple clothes jumped out. She took three or two steps to Xuan Mi and looked at him with a stern face.

"You...let go." Wuzan said to Xuanmi in a low voice with a serious expression.

Xuan Mi was stunned for a moment, and then became more and more shocked, because he saw that Muzan's face began to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye for some reason, and small rashes quickly appeared one after another, which looked very scary.

He was so shocked that he even forgot to be angry: "What the hell? Who are you?"

"Well." Muzan's eyes were covered with mist, and his lips were slightly pursed. "My master is the Wind Pillar, Fushigawa Shima. May I ask who your master is?"

Hearing this name, Xuan Mi's pupils suddenly shrank and he dazedly let go of the hand that was holding the silver-haired girl.

He looked at Muzan solemnly again, as if trying to confirm something from her face. But all he saw was a brief change from her pretty face to a shocking red face like a mud pit.

Seeing that the dispute was finally over, the black-haired man called everyone to come forward and choose the jade steel.

A few people walked forward and saw the round stones placed on the platform.

Wuzan suppressed his excitement——

“It’s awesome to make a knife that changes color!

But which one should she choose?"

She went to observe the other people's reactions, only to see Tanjiro sniff his nose and reach out to one of them.

Well, then she should just pick the roundest one here...

……

Afterwards, the two children measured the sizes of the candidates, selected clothes of the appropriate sizes and gave them to them. They also collected their addresses and asked them to go back and rest while waiting for the swordsmith to deliver the swords.

Muzan really wanted to open the box and take a look at the clothes, but then she thought that she couldn't try them on on the spot, and she would have to fold them and put them back after taking them out, which was simply a waste of time, so she gave up.

She looked at the other people. Xuan Mi, who was in front of her just now, had already taken his clothes and ran away. Zenitsu had a bitter face, as if he had lost his parents, while Kanao was smiling quietly, and no one knew what she was thinking about writing.

This Xuan Mi actually cut in line just now!

"So uncultured."

Muzan labels Xuanya.

As expected, the only one who can communicate is Tanjiro.

"Tanjiro." Muzan smiled.

After getting his clothes, Tanjiro forced a tired smile: "Finally I can go back. I suddenly feel so tired."

"Yeah." Muzan also pretended to be tired.

As the two of them walked down the stairs, Tanjiro suddenly asked, "Xiao Wu, is the Wind Pillar particularly powerful? When you mentioned his name just now, that man's face changed."

Muzan recalled how Shiya had whipped and scolded her from morning till night, and felt a frown on his face: "Fortunately, fortunately, Master... is actually only the second strongest person in the Demon Slayer Corps."

"That's it?!" Tanjiro repeated the key words, stunned.

No wonder that person was so panicked just now.

***

After going down the mountain, they went to their respective masters.

Muzan stood still and said to Tanjiro: "Then Tanjiro, let's say goodbye here."

"Well, I look forward to seeing you next time!" Although Tanjiro was a little reluctant, he still showed a positive attitude.

"Mask..." Muzan pointed at the mask on his head, "Yours is gone, what a pity. But..."

After thinking for a moment, she smiled and said, "That mask is really an evil-repelling mask. At the critical moment, it blocked the impact of your collision with the tree. Otherwise, your head would have exploded."

Tanjiro also recalled the scene at that time: "Yes, thanks to Mr. Urokodaki..."

"Goodbye Tanjiro, now we have our own crows and can send messages by flying crows. But where is our crow?" Muzan suddenly discovered that the crow he gave them had disappeared at some point.

Tanjiro guessed: "Maybe, they went somewhere..."

"Well, maybe..."