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

What happens after that?

Wuzan doesn't know either.

No one will know.

***

Fifteen days later, Shimi returned at night.

This time, his body was intact, without any new scars. He also had a cloth bag in his hand, which he handed to Wuzan.

"Here, your new team uniform."

Wuzan was flattered and took it: "Wow, Master, how do you know my size?"

"I don't know!" He argued sharply after his calmness disappeared. "I just took a size bigger."

Thinking back to that time, after he got the clothes, he specifically went to find the rogue tailor named Maeda to ask for an explanation. Unexpectedly, as soon as he called him, Maeda was so scared that his legs went weak, and he sat on the ground and farted wildly, as if he was about to lose control of his bladder.

There was no choice but to leave cursing.

After changing into the new clothes brought by Shimi, Wuzan walked out with a smile on his face to show Shimi.

The chest of this dress is not as open as before, but the buttons still cannot be buttoned; the skirt underneath has been lengthened a bit, extending to the knee level, so that there will be no exposure.

Shimi stared blankly for a while, then looked away awkwardly.

——Why is her thing so big?

The blood kept rising and boiling, and he felt something was wrong with his nose again.

He reached out and wiped it, and sure enough, his hands were covered in blood.

He quickly wiped it secretly.

"Master," Wuzan asked, "what are you doing?"

Shiya turned his face back and lingered his gaze on her chest: "Nothing. You still can't wear this dress out. I have to change it for you."

"Oh, okay, I'll listen to Master." (☆^ー^☆) Wuzan smiled obediently.

He's the one in trouble anyway.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Shimi went out and opened the door, and it turned out that it was the swordsmith from the Sword Forging Village who had delivered the sword.

"I'm here to deliver that useless knife."

The swordsmith couldn't read the made-up last name that Muzan reported, so he awkwardly adjusted the fire-blowing mask on his face to hide his embarrassment.

He presented the Sun Blade.

The handle of the knife is wrapped with a lake blue cloth, and the scabbard is painted in dark black.

Muzan knew that this Nichirin Sword could change color. The blade would change to the corresponding color depending on the breathing technique the owner mastered.

She suppressed her excitement, and under the expectant gazes of Shiya and the swordsmith, she slowly drew out the color-changing sword in her hand.

"Zheng——"

There was a sound of metal friction.

The silver blade flashed with a cold light, and then slowly changed color starting from the handle.

The red lights were rendered strangely, like a bunch of enchantingly growing red spider lilies.

Eventually, it spread all the way to the tip of the knife.

"Blood red color?" Shiya raised an eyebrow.

The color derived from the green breath of wind is actually the opposite color of red.

The swordsmith seemed a little excited. "Ah, very close! But still not red enough."

"Do you want to see a particularly red knife?" Wuzan asked.

The swordsmith nodded: "Yes!"

"Can I color it manually?"

"..." The swordsmith was speechless.

The color of the color-changing knife radiates from the inside out, and is not plated on the surface!

This girl is really...capable of thinking...

Through the mask, the swordsmith couldn't help but look at the innocent girl in front of him, and then secretly made a sly smile under the mask.

“Hehehe, is this another benefit from Maeda Masao…?”

He had seen this many times, deliberately not making it according to the normal size, reducing the fabric at the buttons to show off the girls' proud breasts.

It seems that this girl knows nothing and doesn't understand the dangers of the world. She wears it so foolishly.

The swordsmith's gaze lingered there, and then suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the face of Busei-kun appearing in the darkness.

It was an extremely gloomy and ferocious face. His eyes were bloodshot, and even the whites of his eyes were covered with traces of blood.

And those terrifying eyes were staring at him, as if they were about to eat him alive.

His head buzzed and alarm bells suddenly rang.

"I, I'm leaving first. Goodbye, Master Fengzhu, and this... Stepson!"

He couldn't pronounce Muzan's last name, and he didn't dare to call her by her first name.

Shiya said with a straight face: “Yeah.”

After all, the other party is a swordsmith and is worthy of respect. But if the other party continues to stare at Xiao Wu's chest, he will still say something about him.

After the swordsmith left, Shiya frowned and said to Muzan: "Anyway, you are not allowed to wear this clothes anymore..."

"Quack! Quack!"

As soon as one left, another came. Just at this moment, a strange crow suddenly flew to Shimi's house and started screaming at the top of its voice.

Muzan looked at the crow and suddenly remembered that this crow was the one the Demon Slayer Corps assigned to her when she passed the exam.

"Caw!" the crow flapped its wings and cried, "West! There is a ghost in the west!"

Wuzan looked at Shimizu innocently, not knowing which side to take care of first.

Shiya's expression changed slightly: "Idiot, your crow is calling, go kill the ghost!"

"Oh, okay." Muzan happened to be holding the Nichirin Sword in his hand at this time.

"I don't have any mission right now," Shiya looked away and said slowly, "I'll go with you."

Wuzan responded: "Okay."

She doesn't care anyway.

……

They set out on a journey to kill the ghost together. On the way, Shiya couldn't help but say again: "After we kill this ghost, we will immediately go to the tailor to change to a larger size of clothes."

If the mission wasn't urgent, he would have wanted Muzan to change before going out.

Wuzan had heard him say this many times, and she couldn't help but reply: "Then Master, you have exposed your chest."

And the whole piece is exposed.

"Huh?" Shiya was stunned for a moment.

"Master, don't you know? Your..."

Muzan's eyes curved downward, and he cast the bright light in his eyes towards Shimizu's chest.

The man's solid muscles were marked with patches of lines, and the cross-shaped scar on his chest and the diagonal scar on his abdomen hung hideously on them, adding a touch of wildness to his temperament.

I kind of want to touch it...

The closer they got, the stronger the smell of thin blood became, and Wuzan blushed for no reason.

Ever since she came to this world, she had only been thinking about going back, but it had been a long time since she had looked at other people's muscles so leisurely.

Although there is no shortage of muscular men on the ghost side, most of them are well dressed and will not stand in front of you every day like this; when she is "fighting wits and courage" with a miserable person, she will not think too much, because she subconsciously thinks that it is herself.

When I thought of the original owner, Muzan, the same familiar feeling came over me again.

It was miserable. When she was teased like that, did the feeling at that time belong to her, or was it miserable?

She always thought it was miserable.

But now, she only has Shimi by her side, and this feeling can't be shared by anyone else.

what is happening……

There was an unknown gleam in her eyes, she pulled at the folds of her skirt, and two pink blushes like cherry blossoms gradually appeared on her cheeks.

Seeing Muzan being so shy, Shimizu himself felt embarrassed for some reason.