It's Probably... Kibutsuji Muzan!

"I don't want Mom and Dad to fight over me anymore."

Honestly, Yuko felt a little helpless.

Because she couldn't do anything.

As the saying goes, even an upright official can't settle a domestic dispute. Was she supposed to go in and beat up the man?

And then what?

After she left, would the man think she was a helper called by his wife and abuse her even more?

Kill him?

Don't make me laugh.

Setting aside whether he deserved to die or not, in this era, men were the pillars of the household. Even if he beat and scolded his wife, she was still dependent on him.

If this man died, could the woman still survive?

Living in a slum like this.

Yuko said helplessly, "This... I'm afraid I can't do that, sister."

"How could that be..." The light in the young girl's eyes dimmed at a visible rate.

Suddenly, the shouting from inside the house stopped, and footsteps approached.

The door was pulled open.

Yuko stood up.

"Who are you?!" The man, dressed in patched clothes, stood at the doorway, glaring at Yuko. "What are you doing at my house this late at night?"

"Trying to steal something?"

The young girl tried her best to shield Yuko, waving her hands at her father to explain, "No, it's not like that."

"This sister..."

"Get lost! Stop hanging around my house."

The woman from inside the house followed behind the man, also cautiously watching Yuko.

Yuko suddenly thought of a plan.

Though she didn't know if it would work...

She abruptly drew the blade from her waist, the sharp sound of the sword being unsheathed exploding in the man's ears.

He hadn't even noticed her before.

"You, what do you want to do!" The man's face contorted in fear as he backed away, instinctively shielding his wife with his hand.

It's not hopeless...

This cult is harming people.

Yuko sighed inwardly, her blade slicing rapidly through her fingertips.

She flicked her finger, and several drops of blood landed in the man's eyes.

His eyes attacked, the man fumbled to rub them, shouting, "What is this?"

It was so cold it made his eyes hurt.

Seeing this, the woman trembled as she stepped forward.

"What exactly do you want?"

"We don't have anything valuable in our house."

Yuko flicked her blood into the woman's eyes as well, treating them the same.

The young girl saw that she had even drawn her sword. Although she had been communicating friendly with Yuko just now, she couldn't help but panic when she saw her draw her sword.

"Sister, please don't kill my parents."

Yuko sheathed her long sword and patiently explained, "My blood might allow them to see you."

The young girl paused.

On the other side, the coldness in the eyes of the two finally disappeared.

They opened their eyes and looked at Yuko. Their fearful gazes suddenly noticed the young girl beside Yuko.

The man mumbled, "Kyoko..."

Reunited, the woman joyfully opened her arms, "Kyoko, come here quickly."

Kyoko also rushed into their embrace emotionally. Her parents could finally see her.

The man reacted and roared, "Bastard! How dare you run back alone..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Kyoko pass through his wife's body.

He and his wife froze in place.

Yuko's calm voice rang out, "The cult you sent her to, its founder is a demon who devours people without spitting out the bones."

The two stiffened abruptly.

There was no need for Yuko to say anything further about the remaining matters.

Watching the three embrace, though they couldn't feel each other's warmth, tears streamed down their faces.

Yuko turned and pulled the door shut from the outside. That was enough for today.

This family of three didn't seem capable of communicating for the time being. She'd come back tomorrow.

On her way home, Yuko pondered to herself.

The Eternal Paradise Cult... perhaps she needed to pay them a visit.

Just now, she had found the meaning of her existence.

Even if she couldn't kill Doma, at the very least, she had to understand his Blood Demon Art.

The reason Yuko feared changing the plot so much was entirely due to her half-baked understanding of it.

If she knew little, she could change the plot without any burden.

If she knew a lot, she could change the plot effectively.

Only being half-informed about the plot made her hesitant and unable to move forward.

Since that was the case, she would investigate all the information on these ranked demons.

Especially the Upper Ranks.

Her most clear understanding of the Upper Ranks was Kokushibo.

Then there was the white-haired female demon frequently seen in short videos, the contributor to Yoriichi's famous moments, but she didn't know any detailed information.

And "Big Brother didn't lose," Upper Rank Three, who outwardly appeared to be a martial artist who killed with combat techniques.

Beyond that, she knew nothing.

If she could investigate clearly, perhaps by the Taisho era, she could more effectively help the Demon Slayer Corps.

At the very least, she could arrange plans more effectively and wouldn't be reduced to relying on plot conveniences and hoping the opponent made a mistake.

But new problems arose.

How exactly could she effectively obtain information about them?

She wasn't worried about the address; the man who personally sent Kyoko away would surely know it.

But did she have to infiltrate?

Using her face?

While she could slightly alter her body shape and height, she couldn't change her facial features.

If she went in with this face, and Doma was indeed an Upper Rank, he would probably have a strong reaction on the spot.

Disguise herself and sneak in, then immediately confront the person?

That seemed more reasonable.

Yuko walked through the streets of the slum, and suddenly heard voices ahead.

She approached stealthily.

"Excuse me, I heard there have been incidents of demons capturing young girls around here. Do you know where?"

The person she saw was a swordsman in a Demon Slayer Corps uniform.

Was he lured by false information?

The homeless man he questioned shivered all over, appearing very frightened.

The swordsman's eyes lit up. This might be something!

"Just now!" the homeless man stammered, "A female demon!"

"What?!"

"Over there! I just saw that girl's eyes glow red, and she cut off a man's..."

He pointed into the distance, his gaze becoming vacant.

The swordsman urgently shook his shoulder, "Cut off what?!"

Could it be his head?!

"A demon..."

"?"

"A demon!!!" The homeless man's expression suddenly fell, and he turned to flee.

A chill ran up the swordsman's spine, reaching the base of his skull. He could clearly sense it.

Something was watching him, its blood-red eyes utterly ferocious.

It's strong! Probably a powerful demon I've never encountered before!

Could it be!

Kibutsuji Muzan!

The opponent's powerful aura even pricked at his nerves. Was he going to die right after making his debut?

The swordsman swallowed, his hand subtly moving to the sword at his waist.

Gritting his teeth.

"Wind Breathing, Fourth Form..."

Yuko lightly chopped his neck with a palm strike. The man's face contorted in terror, his eyes rolled back to show the whites, and he collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

What the heck?

Yuko grabbed him by the back of his collar and looked down at herself.

She hadn't intentionally hidden or released her aura just now, had she?

Why was he so terrified?