Muzan's Successor

When Ume turned thirteen, the turning point in the lives of the brother and sister finally arrived.

While serving a samurai, Mei blinded him with a hairpin because he spoke ill of Gyutaro.

This is something that most women would find difficult to do, because it requires a great deal of courage.

Not to mention, she was just a teenage girl.

But for Mei, it seems she doesn't hesitate at all when it comes to hurting others.

From childhood to adulthood, she was overly protected by Gyutaro... On the other hand, as she grew up, her graceful figure and delicate face made her realize that she could easily win over men, which further fueled her willful and domineering personality.

She and Gyutaro no longer have to live the kind of hungry life they used to have...

Gyutaro also became a notorious debt collector.

Gyutaro's originally inferiority complex was transformed into pride because of his sister. At the same time, he also discovered something that brought him pleasure... the fearful looks he received when he walked down the street or committed a crime in the street.

His ruthless methods, coupled with his ugly appearance, suddenly seemed to have become something remarkable.

He enjoyed it.

However, everything has a cause and effect.

Just like in the original story, when Gyutaro went out to collect debts, the wounded samurai, along with the madam, burned Ume in broad daylight.

Not a single person living on the Rashomon Riverbank stood up to stop it or tip it off.

The reason is simple: they also disliked the brother and sister.

Then Gyutaro returns and is completely dumbfounded when he sees Mei's appearance.

He was ambushed from behind by a samurai and stabbed, but with his small body and scythe in hand, he managed to turn the tables and kill the enemy.

They killed both the samurai and the madam.

Long, hiding in the shadows, witnessed this scene firsthand.

Seeing Gyutaro holding Mei's body, he cried out in grief and indignation.

The latter's soul changed... gradually becoming 'stinky'.

"Grown ups."

Chiyoko was standing next to her, couldn't help but cover her mouth.

I feel sympathy for what happened to Gyutaro.

Long arrived at the Rashomon Riverbank ahead of time, observing everything from the shadows. He seemed to have anticipated this situation, but he did not offer any assistance.

This boy is even more miserable than Zekawa was back then.

After all, the two of them had watched Gyutaro grow up, and they deeply sympathized with his experiences.

"Why?!!"

"Why?! I already have nothing left, why are you taking away what I cherish?!"

"Why have my siblings and I lived a life of utter darkness since birth, while those scumbags are able to live happier lives than us!"

Do gods and Buddhas really exist in this world? What exactly do you want...?

The long street under the cover of night echoed with the roars and howls of Gyutaro.

His tone was full of resentment.

In the local dialect, the word "guri" in "Gyutaro" originally meant "debt collector."

He, the debt collector, is not only collecting worldly debts, but debts from the entire human world, from all humankind.

In Gyutaro's eyes, this world is full of malice.

That's why he later made a famous saying: even after he died and went to hell, he still said... no matter how many times he went through it, he would choose to become a ghost.

He never regretted it.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

"Please... save my sister."

After a while, Gyutaro had regained his composure, carried Ume's body and went from house to house, knocking on doors and pleading.

But... no one responded.

These families were not asleep; some were even fully aware of what was happening outside, but chose not to offer any help to the brother and sister.

They are unwilling to offer even the slightest bit of kindness.

And so, Gyutaro, distraught, carried Ume along the road, feeling his sister's flesh and blood gradually lose their warmth.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky, gradually growing larger.

Gyutaro fell to the ground, knelt beside his sister, and kept crying.

Oboro didn't appear immediately; he waited for a while because, according to the original story, Upper Moon Six Doma would most likely appear at this time... However, he didn't in this life.

Doma didn't come to the red-light district; a classic example of the butterfly effect.

At this point, Gyutaro had completely fallen into despair.

Oboro led Chiyoko over.

The sound of footsteps caught Gyutaro's attention.

When he looked up, he saw two familiar elders.

An elderly woman with gray hair, and a man with a calm expression.

Upon seeing the two, Gyutaro was instantly stunned.

He hadn't seen Oboro and Chiyoko for many years.

He once had an idea to send his younger sister, Ume, to Oboro's mansion so that she could live a good life.

But in the end, he gave up.

Firstly, he couldn't bear to part with his younger sister; secondly, he believed he could provide Ume with a good life.

He's too arrogant.

If my sister had been handed over to Oboro from the beginning, perhaps none of this would have happened.

He also knew that the man would agree to help him take care of his sister.

Gyutaro has never experienced happiness; all beautiful things seem to be inherently distant from him.

Besides Ume... now her younger sister has also been taken away.

For him, the only remaining warmth in the world was the man standing in front of him.

The other person is the only one he has ever met in his life who has never discriminated against him and has always treated him with respect.

Chiyoko raised a paper umbrella to shield Oboro from the falling snow.

Does it hurt?

Long glanced at the man at her feet, who was as thin as ever, and asked a question.

"Please... save her."

Gyutaro murmured unconsciously.

"For her... you would give everything, right?"

Oboro squatted down, took off her black haori, and draped it over Gyutaro's shoulders.

Gyutaro nodded blankly, "Anything is fine, I just hope she can live."

For some reason, at this moment, Gyutaro felt that Oboro possessed some kind of magic. Even though his sister's condition was certain to die, he just felt that Oboro had a way to save Ume.

Just like before, when the whole world abandoned him, only Oboro had ever held onto him.

There was no need for Gyutaro; the siblings were destined to be his successors in carrying on his will.

The reason why Gyutaro so much is nothing more than this.

If we were to choose a successor to Muzan after his Muzan, then... not considering the character's role in the story, but purely in terms of potential, Gyutaro is the most likely and most suitable.

With the experience and insight of the third generation of the Oboro clan, he wouldn't be wrong.

Smack

Suddenly, Oboro reached out and hugged Gyutaro.

His black haori was only given to two people, one of whom was Kamado Tanyilang back then. It will definitely be preserved and passed down by the Kamado Clan.

Just like the earrings, they also conveyed the breathing technique taught by Oboro, a modified version of the Sun Breathing.

Next up is Gyutaro, who is standing right in front of me.

These two seeds are different from others.

This is a privilege that no other inheritor or Demon Slayer Corps has received.

"Remember, there are no gods or Buddhas in this world; you can only rely on yourself."

"Since the world is unfair to you, then try to destroy it... turn the world into hell. The one who is wrong... is not you."

"No one... deserves happiness."