Little Girl, You've Got the Wrong Demon!

Mitsuri steadied herself, drew her Sunwheel Blade, and slashed at the Evil Spirit that had ambushed her. Though she had not aimed perfectly at its neck, that did not stop her from killing it.

Mitsuri was naturally stronger than ordinary people, and her muscle density was eight times that of a normal person's. This gave her tremendous strength, but it also greatly increased her appetite.

If precision was lacking, brute force would make up for it. Mitsuri's Sunwheel Blade sliced horizontally across the Evil Spirit's shoulder. Under the force of her powerful strike, the blade tore through all the flesh above its shoulder.

Already starving, the Evil Spirit had no strength left to regenerate. It stared at Mitsuri with unwillingness in its eyes before slowly turning to dust and vanishing from the world beneath her gaze.

Having dealt with the Evil Spirit, Mitsuri let out a relieved breath. Her first battle had gone fairly well, right?

Mitsuri looked at Wind Sickle in confusion. She did not understand why this demon before her had saved her. That whirlwind which had swept her away moments ago had appeared far too suddenly. Thinking it over carefully, the only one who could possibly be connected to it was this unfathomable fellow before her.

"That wind just now was your doing, wasn't it? Why did you save me? I'm a swordswoman of the Demon Slayer Corps. I'm your enemy."

Wind Sickle looked at Mitsuri with amusement and said calmly, "So what? I saved you because I felt like it. There's no rule saying demons can't save members of the Demon Slayer Corps, is there?"

Mitsuri froze slightly. What he said did make sense. There truly was no rule in the world explicitly forbidding demons from saving people.

But by common sense, no demon should be