You Seem to Enjoy This Ostentatious Performance

"You're quite surprising, Miss. Could you be a Hashira?"

Doma asked, feigning surprise.

Yuko's Demon Slayer Corps uniform, hidden beneath her cloak, led Doma to his preconceived notion, as expected.

Of course, that wasn't important; it was merely a way to deepen his impression.

Once they engaged in combat, the breathing technique would reveal her identity to Doma.

He had no urgent desire to fight and was incredibly relaxed...

This demon... is quite audacious.

As if addressing an old acquaintance, Doma exclaimed in surprise, "If it weren't for that unpleasant floral scent on you, I wouldn't have detected your presence at all."

That was only natural. The Clear World, or rather, the Supreme Realm, had concealment of one's presence as a basic technique.

As for the floral scent Doma mentioned, it was actually a wisteria sachet she wore at her waist.

It was used to mask her scent.

Even though she hadn't consumed humans, a demon was still a demon; its scent was always different from a human's.

However, Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen were either killing demons or on their way to kill demons, so it was normal for them to have a demon's scent on them.

Combined with the wisteria scent, her identity was usually unidentifiable.

But it was precisely because of this floral scent that her location had been detected by the other party.

Yuko had originally intended to intervene only when the other party made a move, thereby dissuading the girl from her suicidal act.

Coming out like this now, the girl who hadn't seen Doma's true face would, even if she sobered up, only become one of Doma's obsessed fans.

It seems I've gotten myself into some trouble.

Doma comfortably approached the table, sat down cross-legged, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it towards Yuko. "Miss, would you like some tea?"

Yuko didn't stand on ceremony. She walked over and sat down in front of him, picking up the tea and drinking it.

Doma's expression froze for a moment. He blinked, and a smile spread across his face.

"I'm so touched! You're the first demon slayer to willingly accept my goodwill!"

"Ahhh~~ Miss, please, do tell me your name."

Doma, moved, sat cross-legged and swayed back and forth.

Yuko finished the tea in one gulp. It was just ordinary tea, most likely changed by his followers.

For a demon, the taste was definitely not good.

Yuko put down the teacup and said abruptly, "I say, are you really that touched?"

Doma's swaying stopped. He maintained his smiling expression.

"Eh? What do you mean?"

Yuko looked at him calmly. "Your smile... seems a little fake."

When a normal person experiences emotional fluctuations, their brain undergoes subtle changes, and demons are no exception.

But the person in front of her had only shown the slightest fluctuation the moment she sat down to drink tea.

It could be said that with the Clear World, no one could lie to you, unless that person's mental fortitude was astonishingly beyond imagination.

They could even deceive themselves.

Like a mentally ill person.

If he said he could fly, his mind wouldn't show any abnormality; he'd likely genuinely believe he could fly.

"..." Doma's smile stretched a bit awkwardly. He looked into Yuko's eyes and changed the subject. "Miss, you have such beautiful eyes~"

"Just like mine."

"Perhaps we're quite compatible~"

As Doma spoke, he playfully pointed to his own colorful eyes.

Because he also had a pair of peculiar eyes, he didn't find Yuko strange at all.

Yuko: "If you don't eat people, maybe we could be."

Doma's expression showed a hint of regret. "That might be a bit difficult."

The regret on his face vanished in an instant, and he looked at Yuko with an excited expression. "Speaking of which, Miss, you're my favorite type."

"Gentle, powerful..."

Yuko tilted her head. "Where did you see me as gentle?"

"No demon slayer I've encountered before has ever communicated with me as calmly as you have, Miss."

Doma smiled as he poured Yuko more tea.

"What should I do~ I'm starting to want to eat you more and more~"

"Nee nee, let me eat you. That way, Miss, you can achieve eternal life with me."

Yuko picked up her tea. "You seem to be enjoying this flamboyant performance."

"Because you can't feel human emotions yourself, right?"

Doma's smile faltered. "I'm a demon, so it's only natural that I can't feel human emotions, isn't it?"

"I meant when you were alive."

"It must be sad that you can't experience these emotions."

Swoosh~

Suddenly, a golden iron fan rapidly enlarged in Yuko's vision, accompanied by Doma's cold face.

But the next moment, a hint of surprise appeared on his cold face.

Yuko had somehow drawn the Nichirin Blade at her waist, pressing the iron fan against the tea table with the blade and white cloth.

So fast!

This woman... is indeed no ordinary person.

Doma thought to himself.

Yuko said calmly, "Aren't you angry right now?"

Doma froze.

Angry?

Was that what he had just felt...?

Before he could finish his surprise, a blue Nichirin Blade was already upon him.

Doma swung his iron fan to block the blade and looked at the water-blue blade with a hint of regret.

"It's the Water Hashira. What a shame, I'm no longer interested in Water Breathing."

"If you have no other tricks, Miss, I'll just have to eat you."

Yuko narrowed her eyes. This demon is also gathering information on swordsmen?

"Don't worry, I don't plan on being eaten by you here."

Yuko drew her blade.

"Water Breathing: First Form: Surface Slash!"

Yuko crossed her arms and unleashed a powerful, flat slash, sharp and decisive.

"Blood Demon Art: Vine Lotus."

Doma swung his iron fan, and several ice vines entwined with ice lotuses shot towards Yuko from all directions.

Is it an ice-based Blood Demon Art?

Then it's quite fated to meet her.

Yuko forcefully retracted her move and leaped high into the air by stepping on the ice vines.

"Water Breathing: Eighth Form: Taki-tsubo!"

A powerful downward slash, like a waterfall, smashed down onto Doma.

Doma retreated, crossing his arms and swinging his fans to block, sending a flurry of fine ice petals shooting out like blades.

"Blood Demon Art: Scattering Lotus."

"Water Breathing: Fourth Form: Striking Tide."

A dense barrage of slashes was unleashed, shattering the ice petals one by one.

Crystal fragments like shattered ice entered Yuko's lungs with her breath. Her movements faltered slightly.

Huh?

Doma exclaimed in surprise, "You noticed?"

What a sharp woman!

Yuko sheathed her sword and retreated, carefully assessing her condition.

This cold air...

It's poisonous.

The poison was damaging her lungs.

Yuko's eyelids twitched. She wondered if she had a grudge against this type of demon.

Having suffered such a setback with this kind of technique before, Yuko wouldn't fall for it again.

Moreover, this poison didn't have much effect on her current state. While her lungs were being damaged, they were also rapidly regenerating.

However, the current situation was no longer suitable for continued combat.

Yuko glanced around the trashed room.

The commotion... has gotten a little too big.