Yuko knelt on the spot, clasping her hands together as she slightly lowered her head and closed her eyes.
Although she called it a memorial, she actually had nothing to confide.
Muzan was still roaming the world freely. After defeating him, she would come back and restore this place.
Nezuko thoughtfully knelt down beside Yuko, clasped her hands together, and prayed devoutly.
After the prayer, Yuko began searching for a place to hide for the night near Tanjiro's home.
This place had changed quite a bit compared to several hundred years ago, but the best hiding spot was still the woods in front of the house.
It was winter now, and the snow provided cover. If she lay buried in the ground, no one would notice her at all.
Against a swordsman as perceptive as Yoriichi, she might still be detected.
But all Muzan possessed was overwhelming numerical superiority. He was unlike a qualified swordsman—or warrior—with a keen sense for danger.
As long as she concealed her presence, Muzan should not notice anything.
Besides, although Yuko had no confidence in defeating Muzan, she was still somewhat confident she could escape from him.
Seeing her bury her entire body in the snow, Nezuko asked worriedly, "Won't you catch a cold?"
Yuko rose from the snow and said with a smile, "I won't. I've practiced martial arts for many years. This level of cold is nothing."
Rather, the opposite was true. Having adapted to her demon body, she now preferred this cold environment to the scorching heat of summer.
In such a cold environment, the power of her Sword Style could also be increased considerably.
That was why Yuko had the confidence to circle right under Muzan's nose.
It was like a fish returning to water.
Nezuko was still somewhat concerned, but