Yuko Was Just Too Well-Rounded

Doma was a little baffled. For the first time, his heart had developed an emotion toward this mysterious Water Hashira called wanting to understand her.

As for why he was so certain she was a Water Hashira, he could only say that if someone with this level of strength was not a Hashira, then the Demon Slayer Corps might as well be finished.

Doma asked with a hint of anticipation, "Did that woman tell you her name?"

"Or did she say where you could find her in the future?"

Aiko shook her head blankly. "No. After waking me up, she just let me leave."

A flash of regret crossed Doma's brow before vanishing. With a sorrowful expression, he said, "I see. You really have been through a lot."

It had to be said that Doma's looks were truly extraordinary. Paired with those rainbow-colored eyes, that face could completely captivate countless young women.

Aiko's cheeks grew redder and redder. "Lord Cult Leader..."

Doma seemed to understand what the girl was thinking. The corners of his lips lifted slightly, and he opened his arms and pulled Aiko into a tight embrace.

A flush spread across Aiko's face, and her eyes grew increasingly unfocused.

"Then did she say anything strange to you?" Doma's gentle voice suddenly whispered in her ear.

Anything strange?

Aiko froze for a moment. Recalling Yuko's words, she could not help letting a trace of anger enter her voice.

"That hateful woman said Lord Cult Leader was a man-eating demon!"

"Then, Aiko, do you think I am?" Doma affectionately stroked the girl's neck. Yet at some point, his compassionate gaze had turned cold.

"Of course not! Lord Cult Leader must be a divine child sent by the gods to save us!"

"Then, Aiko, are you willing to share eternal life with me and live happily together forever?"

Aiko answered excitedly, "Yes, I am!"

"Is that so? I understand."

Without warning, the ecstatic expression on Aiko's face stiffened. A great spray of blood poured from her severed neck, drenching Doma's figure in crimson.

Doma held up Aiko's head, its expression still excited, and looked down at himself.

"Oh no. How am I supposed to clean this up later?"

Doma cried out in alarm, as though expressing panic, but his other hand never stopped dismembering Aiko's body. The scene was gruesome.

Elsewhere, Yuko turned her head as though she had sensed something.

The city had already become as tiny as an ant.

A moment later, she turned back and continued recording the information.

Using her fingernail as a pen and blood as ink, Yuko wrote Doma's information into her book.

She discovered that her blood was genuinely useful.

Not only could it add power to weapons, it could also rapidly heal wounds and allow people to see ghosts.

Now that she had overcome sunlight, she could use it even beneath the sun.

It was simply useful in every way.

Yuko was just too well-rounded.

In her notebook were fragments of her own scattered memories, along with information about demons.

It had already been updated to four pages.

The first page contained information about Muzan that had been examined by a qualified specialist: Yoriichi.

His body possessed seven hearts and five brains, while his arms could transform into flesh whips.

Judging from this information alone, Muzan's Blood Demon Art did not seem very powerful.

At least... it could not be considered particularly strange.

It was even inferior to the many demons they had encountered before.

But this was how Yoriichi had evaluated it.

A mere touch was enough to be fatal.

Although Muzan's Blood Demon Art was monotonous, was pure strength not also a form of strength?

The second page concerned Kokushibo.

Yuko had fought Kokushibo more times than she could count. Even when he had still been human, the two of them had often trained together.

The accuracy of the information was as high as ninety-nine percent, making it even more accurate than the information on Muzan.

The third page contained intelligence about Upper Rank Three.

There was not much recorded, only one sentence.

He had blue striped tattoos on his body, short pink hair, and his name was suspected to be—Gyokko.

That "Gyokko" was definitely wrong. She had probably seen Upper Three's real name in the comments section at the time, but she might have misread the character.

Yuko could not remember clearly. The characters probably looked similar, if translated into Chinese characters.

The newest page concerned Upper Rank Six—Doma.

Blood Demon Art—ice, poison.

Aside from Muzan, there were only six Upper Ranks worth recording.

As for trash like the Lower Ranks, ultimately, they were not enough to threaten a Hashira.

They could not even be considered combat power.

The power scaling in Demon Slayer was just that charming: Hashira instantly killed Lower Ranks, Upper Ranks instantly killed Hashira, Muzan instantly killed Upper Ranks, and Yoriichi instantly killed Muzan.

If this power scaling had been even a little more reasonable, Yuko would not have had to tread so carefully, terrified of taking even one wrong step.

"Overall, it appears to be an extension of—ice..."

After recording the final sentence, Yuko raised her head and looked ahead.

A vast stretch of land lay before her.

Japan was not large, but that was only in comparison with other countries.

Once she set foot there, finding several demons hiding among the vast sea of humanity using the methods ancient people used to transmit information would not be easy.

Even after a hundred years, she might not find a single one. Not every demon was like Doma, possessing a respectable status in human society.

Yuko gazed at the vast land and let out a long, quiet sigh.

The road ahead was long and arduous.

After becoming a demon, the passage of time gradually faded from Yuko's perception.

Although she could see the sun rise in the east and set in the west every day, she could no longer remember how much time had passed.

"Have you heard? The master of that swordsmanship school was eaten by a demon!"

The hushed conversation at a roadside stall in a certain city caught Yuko's attention.

The person beside him exclaimed, "You mean the master of Shindo Style?"

"Right! Him exactly!"

Shindo Style...

Yuko had some impression of it. It was a martial art passed down from the Sengoku Era. It did not only teach swordsmanship; it also covered such fields as jujutsu and ninjutsu.

"How terrifying. It's only been a few days, and three people have already died!"

Hearing this, Yuko hesitated before walking over and sitting at a table.

"Hey, you're..."

"May I ask what you mean about the demon you mentioned?"

"Who are you? Why did you suddenly come over?" The two men's expressions turned somewhat unpleasant. Anyone would feel uncomfortable when a stranger suddenly joined their table while they were eating...

The two men suddenly straightened up and hurriedly poured tea for Yuko. "Please, have some tea!"

The person beside him ingratiatingly took the money from Yuko's hand.

The man pouring the tea twitched his eyelid and slapped the other man's hand hard, snatching the money away.

The other man looked somewhat displeased.

Without changing her expression, Yuko took out another portion and pushed it onto the table.

"Ask us anything you want! There isn't a single piece of news in this city that the two of us don't know!" The man's eyes lit up as he pocketed the money. He patted his chest and pointed at the person beside him.

He looked as if the two of them were the greatest pair in the world.

Yuko tugged at the corner of her mouth, speechless. "The demon you mentioned just now?"

"You mean this..." The man swallowed, fear entering his voice. "These past few days, all the masters of several martial arts schools in our city have met with misfortune."

The other man nodded repeatedly. "They were all eaten by demons!"

"How do you know they were eaten? Could it not have been revenge killing?"

The two exchanged a glance. One of them said in a trembling voice, "The schools were covered in blood, with large amounts of minced flesh and scraps of internal organs. If it wasn't a demon, what else could it be?"

Yuko narrowed her eyes.