Yuko Is Still Too Well-Rounded

Doma couldn't quite figure it out. For the first time, a feeling he could only describe as 'curiosity' arose within him regarding this mysterious Water Hashira.

As for why he was so certain the other party was a Hashira, he could only say that if someone with that strength wasn't a Hashira, then the Demon Slayer Corps was finished.

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

"Or did she tell you where to find her later?"

Aiko shook her head blankly. "No, after she woke me up, she let me go."

A flicker of regret flashed across Doma's brows. He said with a sorrowful expression, "Is that so? Then you must have had a hard time."

It had to be said, Doma's appearance was truly extraordinary. His face, paired with his colorful pupils, could completely captivate thousands of young girls.

Aiko's face grew redder. "Lord Cult Leader..."

Doma seemed to understand the girl's thoughts, a slight smile curving his lips. He opened his arms and embraced Aiko.

A blush spread across Aiko's face, her eyes growing more dazed.

"Did she say anything strange to you?" Doma's gentle voice suddenly echoed in her ear.

Strange words?

Aiko blinked for a moment, recalling Yuko's words, and her tone couldn't help but carry a hint of anger.

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

"And do you think I am?" Doma affectionately stroked the girl's neck, but his seemingly compassionate gaze had, at some point, 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 forever?"

Aiko replied excitedly, "Yes, I am willing!"

"Is that so? I understand."

Abruptly, Aiko's ecstatic expression froze on her face. A large amount of blood poured out from her severed neck, drenching Doma in crimson.

Doma held Aiko's excitedly grinning head and looked down at himself.

"Oh no, how am I going to clean this up later."

Doma exclaimed, as if expressing panic, but his other hand continued to dismember Aiko's limbs without pause, the scene turning bloody.

Meanwhile, Yuko turned her head as if sensing something.

The city had already shrunk to the size of ants.

A moment later, she turned back and continued to record information.

Using her fingernails as a pen and her blood as ink, Yuko recorded Doma's information in her book.

She found her own blood to be truly useful.

Not only could it enhance weapon power, but it could also quickly heal injuries and allow people to see ghosts.

Now that she had overcome her weakness to sunlight, she could even use it under the sun.

It was just exceptionally useful.

Yuko's capabilities were indeed quite comprehensive.

The notebook contained fragmented memories she had recorded, as well as information about demons.

It had already been updated to four pages.

The first page contained information about Muzan, verified by a specialist, Yoriichi.

He possessed seven hearts, five brains, and his arms could transform into flesh whips.

Judging solely by this information, Muzan's Blood Demon Art didn't seem particularly powerful.

At least... it wasn't considered that bizarre.

It was even less so than many demons they had encountered before.

But this was Yoriichi's assessment.

A mere graze was enough to be fatal.

While Muzan's Blood Demon Art might be simple, wasn't pure power also a form of power?

The second page was about Kokushibo.

Yuko had fought Kokushibo countless times throughout her life. They had even trained together frequently during his human years.

The accuracy of this information was as high as ninety-nine percent, even more accurate than the information about Muzan.

The third page contained intelligence on Upper Rank Three.

There wasn't 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 a mistake. She must have seen the true name of Upper Rank Three in the comments section at the time, but she had probably misread that character.

Yuko didn't remember very clearly, but the shapes of the characters should have been similar, if translated into Chinese characters.

The latest page: Upper Rank Six—Doma.

Blood Demon Art—Ice, Poison.

Besides Muzan, only the six Upper Ranks needed to be recorded.

Lower Ranks, those kinds of trash, were ultimately not enough to threaten a Hashira.

They couldn't be considered combat power.

The combat power system in Demon Slayer is so charming: Hashira instantly defeat Lower Ranks, Upper Ranks instantly defeat Hashira, Muzan instantly defeats Upper Ranks, and Yoriichi instantly defeats Muzan.

If this combat power were even slightly more reasonable, Yuko wouldn't have to tread so carefully, afraid of taking a single wrong step.

"The overall manifestation is—an extension of ice..."

After Yuko finished recording the last sentence, she looked up ahead.

It was a vast land.

Japan wasn't large, but that was relative to other countries.

Stepping into it, with the ancient means of communication, it wouldn't be easy to find a few demons hidden among the vast sea of people.

Perhaps she might not even find one in a hundred years. Not all demons were like Doma, holding a not-low status in human society.

Yuko looked at the vast land and let out a long sigh.

The task was heavy and the road was long.

After becoming a demon, time slowly faded from Yuko's perception.

Although she saw the sun rise and set every day, she couldn't remember how much time had passed.

"Did you hear? The director of that Kendo dojo was eaten by a demon!"

In a certain city, whispers by a roadside stall caught Yuko's attention.

The person beside them asked in surprise, "Are you talking about the director of that Shindo Style dojo?"

"Yes! That's him!"

Shindo Style...

Yuko had a slight impression. It was a martial art passed down from the Sengoku era, which not only taught swordsmanship but also involved techniques like jujutsu and ninjutsu.

"It's too terrifying. It's only been a few days, and three people are already dead!"

Hearing this, Yuko couldn't help but hesitate and walked over to sit at a table.

"Hey, you are..."

"Excuse me, what's this about demons you're talking about?"

"Who are you, just coming over for no reason?" The two men's faces looked a bit displeased. Anyone would feel... uncomfortable if a stranger suddenly joined their table while they were eating.

Suddenly, their expressions turned serious, and they quickly poured tea for Yuko: "Please, have some tea!"

The person beside them obsequiously took the money from Yuko's hand.

The one pouring the tea's eyelids twitched, and he slapped the other's hand hard, snatching the money back.

The other person looked somewhat displeased.

Yuko calmly took out another portion and pushed it onto the table.

"Ask us anything you want to know! There's no news in this city that we don't know!" The man's eyes lit up as he put away the money, patting his chest while pointing at the person beside him.

They acted as if they were the best brothers in the world.

Yuko twitched the corner of her mouth, feeling a bit speechless: "You were talking about demons just now?"

"You mean that..." The man swallowed nervously, looking a bit fearful. "A few days ago, the directors of the martial arts dojos in our city all met with misfortune."

The other person nodded vigorously: "They were all eaten by demons!"

"How do you know they were eaten? Perhaps it was a revenge killing?"

The two men exchanged glances, and one of them said tremblingly, "The dojo was covered in blood, with large amounts of minced meat and remnants of internal organs. If it wasn't a demon, what else could it be?"

Yuko's eyes narrowed slightly.