Parting with Tamayo

"Do you want to live?"

"Even if you're no longer human, you'll eventually pass away like this."

"However, life as a non-human will be extremely harsh and painful."

Tamayo could see Yushiro's desire to live, which was why she said that.

If only I could spend the rest of my life with this woman.

Such a thought bloomed in Yushiro's heart, so he agreed without hesitation.

Tamayo replaced his towel and said, "Then please wait one more day. I'll return tomorrow night."

Transforming someone into a demon isn't that easy.

Essentially, no demon other than Muzan can create more of their kind, turning humans into demons.

It's not that they don't want to, nor that Muzan wouldn't allow it, but that they are incapable.

The reason Kokushibo was able to turn Yuko into a demon was by injecting Muzan's blood from within himself into Yuko's body.

Otherwise, Yuko should have thought about whether she could have persuaded Yoriichi to become a demon back then.

If that had happened, the "cheap boss" wouldn't have stood a chance.

On the way back, Yuko sighed, "If I had met Tamayo first back then, I definitely would have agreed without hesitation."

The reason she refused Kokushibo wasn't because she was afraid of becoming a demon, but because she was afraid Muzan would know her thoughts and memories.

Tamayo seemed a little surprised, "I thought Yuko would be the type to hate evil as much as she hates injustice."

Yuko shrugged, "But there's no need to throw away my own life, is there? I was only in my twenties back then, just a few years older than Yushiro. Isn't that considered dying young?"

Tamayo was silent for a moment, "That child... is already thirty-five."

"Thirty-five years old, huh? That's really quite..." Yuko's sighing voice paused, her voice rising in shock, "Thirty-five?!"

"You're talking about his current age?!"

Tamayo gave a helpless smile.

As a physician, it's normal to know your patient's age, right?

Yuko was numb.

You're telling her now that that little kid... is actually thirty-five years old?

Who would have thought!

Tamayo smiled and continued their previous topic, "Turning someone into a demon still requires a certain amount of experimentation. Even if you had met me back then, it wouldn't have worked."

"Do you have confidence?"

"I do."

The following evening.

Yuko tidied her belongings, preparing to depart, while Tamayo also went out, carrying her medicine box.

Tamayo said, "Then let's part ways here."

Yuko looked up at the stars lighting up the night sky and took a deep breath, "Thank you for taking care of me all these years."

The two addressed each other as equals, but in reality, Tamayo was several hundred years older than her.

Over the years, it had basically been Tamayo looking after her like a younger sister.

Tamayo was stunned for a moment, a beautiful smile curving her lips.

"The gratitude is all mine. Without Yuko, I would probably still be lost right now."

As their parting neared, Yuko felt a sense of loss.

"After this separation, who knows when we'll meet again."

Given their identities, they were destined not to stay in the same place for long.

Separation meant losing contact.

Tamayo smiled and comforted her, "As long as we are still striving for the common goal of defeating Muzan, we will surely meet again someday."

She understood Yuko's reluctance, because she felt the same way.

Speaking of which, Tamayo's expression turned a bit more solemn, "I wish you... good luck in battle."

Yuko smiled, "Then I'll take you up on your good wishes."

Let's meet again in the Taisho era.

Yuko pulled down her hat and turned to leave.

Tamayo watched her slender figure depart before slowly retracting her gaze.

Mr. Yoriichi, it is thanks to your sister that I was able to awaken from my confusion and see hope.

Even after she agreed to help future generations defeat Muzan, Tamayo remained lost in her confusion.

In her eyes, Yoriichi was like a divine messenger sent by the heavens to kill Muzan. If even Yoriichi failed, then it was impossible for future generations.

Meeting Yuko allowed her to regain her confidence.

Yuko may not be as powerful as Mr. Yoriichi, but her strong heart gave Tamayo courage and trust.

They would eventually eliminate Muzan; Tamayo now believed this with all her heart.

Perhaps because of the commotion yesterday, not even a single homeless person could be seen on the streets of the slum. The Demon Slayer Corps swordsman had also disappeared, most likely having left.

Yuko arrived at the family's door and knocked gently.

"Who is it?"

A hoarse male voice came from inside the house.

The door was opened by the grumpy man Yuko had seen yesterday.

But now, the man's hair was completely white, and his face looked more than a few years older.

His hair had turned white overnight.

"It's you..." The man froze for a moment, then hesitated before stepping aside. "Come in."

"Thank you for having me," Yuko nodded slightly and walked into the house.

The house was small, with the kitchen and sleeping area all crammed together.

The woman was boiling water to cook food. With her keen sense of smell, Yuko detected the faint scent of wild vegetables.

Noticing Yuko, the woman paused in her cooking.

She scooped the food out and placed it on the table.

"Would the guest like to join us for a meal?"

Yuko looked at her significantly aged face and shook her head.

It was clear that the couple's relationship had improved considerably. Kyoko's efforts had not been in vain, but the pain of losing a daughter was not easily healed.

The man was silent for a moment. "You're here to ask about the Paradise Cult, aren't you?"

He wasn't a foolish man.

Yuko stated directly, "Yes, I want to know, where is their headquarters?"

"Or rather, where is Doma?"

The man suddenly knelt down, his forehead touching the ground.

The woman knelt down with him.

"You two..."

"Kyoko died because of me, her father. I know that very well," the man's voice was choked with tears.

"But I thought... I thought she would be well taken care of there, which is why I sent her away..."

The man's hands gripped the ground, his fingers digging until they bled.

"I beg you... please behead the demon who killed Kyoko!"

"I'll give you anything I have!"

The woman remained kneeling silently, but her attitude spoke volumes.

A flicker of emotion crossed Yuko's face. After a moment of silence, she let out a long sigh and said faintly, "I'm sorry..."

"I can't fulfill that request for you right now."

The man's body, trembling with grief, stiffened.

"But I promise you, one day, I will personally sever his head and send him to hell."

"...Thank you," the man's body curled up slightly.

Demon Slayer is a passionate manga, but at the same time, it is also an unqualified one.

With a plot that ended in a story kill, Yuko had to be wary of any possible changes.

Doma... cannot die yet.