Doma

The Iron-Head Kid scratched his head. Tanjiro remembered that his mother used to use this kind of flower to make dishes for them to eat.

After Tanjiro told Kujo Tachibana about this, a flash of light immediately crossed Kujo Tachibana's eyes.

So that was it!

This explained everything. No wonder that after Nezuko turned into a demon, she was not only able to suppress her appetite and maintain her sanity, but later even managed to overcome the sunlight, becoming the first demon who did not fear the sun.

It turned out that the Kamado family actually ate the Blue Spider Lily as a vegetable...

Come to think of it, can the Blue Spider Lily really be eaten as a vegetable?

Kujo Tachibana came before Kie Kamado and asked his question.

Kie Kamado said as a matter of course: "Yes! This flower is very fragrant; it doesn't feel like it's poisonous at all."

Hearing this, Kujo Tachibana could not help but be speechless.

Is this a stroke of luck born from poverty?

In a normal family, who would make a dish out of a flower with such a strange color and unknown origin...

Tanjiro's mother, Kie Kamado, is truly the first generation of the Head Hashira—a real iron-head!

Looking at the small plant with green leaves in front of him, Kujo Tachibana looked at Kie Kamado curiously and asked:

"Sister Kie, is this the plant that grows the blue flowers you mentioned that can be eaten as vegetables?"

Kie Kamado nodded and said:

"This flower blooms during the hottest days of the year."

"We can dig up a few to take with us, as long as we don't damage the soil around the roots. It might be another ten days or so before these blue flowers bloom."

Kujo Tachibana's eyes lit up. It would bloom soon?

That was perfect; he could take this Blue Spider Lily back for Tamayo to study.

This was also the bait he had prepared for Muzan and Kokushibo—a bait they could not refuse.

Two days later, the Demon Slayer Corps finally arrived with two carriages.

"Rumble Hashira-sama!!" An exceptionally loud, booming voice rang out beside Kujo Tachibana's ear.

"Tsk..." Kujo Tachibana could not help but pick at his ear. Sometimes, having senses that are too sharp is not necessarily a good thing.

Looking at Fujiwara Naoto in front of him, who possessed the aura of a battle-hardened veteran, Kujo Tachibana almost didn't recognize him.

"Are you little brother Naoto?" Kujo Tachibana asked in confusion.

Fujiwara Naoto nodded excitedly.

"It's me! Rumble Hashira-sama, it's Fujiwara Naoto, who has been training for two and a half years! I'm already a Kinoe-ranked swordsman now!"

"Sigh..." Kujo Tachibana let out a soft sigh. He had been trying his best to keep a low profile, but because his damn personal charm was simply too strong, he kept running into little brothers wherever he went.

Looking at the hideous scars on Fujiwara Naoto's exposed skin, Kujo Tachibana knew that his little brother was worthy of his status as a Kinoe-ranked swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Naoto, you've done well!"

After the two reminisced for a while, they took the other accompanying member and went to Tanjuro's home.

After helping the Kamado family load their luggage onto one of the carriages, the group did not waste any time and set off down the mountain with great efficiency.

Only Tanjuro poked his head out of the carriage window, still looking back with lingering attachment at the home that was getting further and further away...

Kujo Tachibana did not ride; he walked briskly in front of the carriages, chatting with Fujiwara Naoto while keeping a constant eye on the carriages traveling along the mountain road.

Although this mountain road was not particularly narrow, one still could not afford to be careless when a carriage was passing through.

Looking at the sword wound on Fujiwara Naoto's neck, which had nearly sliced his carotid artery, Kujo Tachibana could not help but feel curious.

This wound was clean and precise, indicating that the "person" wielding the blade had extremely focused control over their strength.

One had to know that fighting demons usually did not result in such wounds, and sword wounds were even rarer, as demons generally fought using their bodies or Blood Demon Arts.

Except for Akaza and Kokushibo in the past, Kujo Tachibana had not yet encountered a demon who had mastered martial arts.

So, at this moment, Kujo Tachibana vaguely guessed something.

"Naoto, was the sword wound on your neck caused by the newly appeared 'Martial Demon'?"

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Naoto subconsciously touched the sword wound near his carotid artery. After a long while, he said with lingering fear:

"It was a Martial Demon, a woman named Yagyu Izumi Harumi from a swordsmanship school called the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu."

"This female Martial Demon is very powerful. After the Stone Hashira fought her, he said that Yagyu Izumi Harumi's strength is no less than that of an Upper Moon demon from the past!"

"Sigh, it is hateful that this Martial Demon dared to appear openly in a kendo hall in Osaka!"

"What's even more infuriating is that the people in this kendo hall knew she was a man-eating demon, yet they still harbored her."

"If the Stone Hashira hadn't been there that day, I'm afraid I would already be dead."

"And then?" Kujo Tachibana asked with a frown.

Fujiwara Naoto sighed helplessly and said:

"Before the other Hashira could arrive to provide support, Yagyu Izumi Harumi escaped from the martial arts hall under the cover of those humans."

Kujo Tachibana shook his head with an expressionless face; in this world, there is always a small handful of people who simply refuse to be human!

For those who aid and abet evil, Kujo Tachibana has only one word: "Kill"!

Looking back at Mount Kumotori, Kujo Tachibana promised in his heart that he would ensure the complete eradication of demons within his lifetime in this world!

Late that night, in Kanagawa Prefecture.

The severely mentally ill Doma, wearing a small red hat and holding a folding fan, flickered through the streets like a phantom.

Suddenly, four figures—some tall, some short, some stout, some thin—blocked Doma's path.

The leader appeared to be nothing more than a young man.

The youth was tall with a long sword hanging at his waist, though his expression was somewhat gloomy.

As he spoke, a voice as raspy as an old man's eerily emerged from the youth's mouth.

"You have crossed the line, Doma!"

"This is not a place you should be."

Doma tilted his head, looking at the four "Martial Demon" figures before him, and asked with great curiosity:

"So, are you planning to kill me?"

"That would be..."

"Wonderful!"

"But can you actually do it?"

Doma stared with his multicolored eyes, his pupils devoid of any emotion, blankly watching the four Martial Demon figures.

The eerie youth Martial Demon snorted coldly and said:

"I had heard about you from Lord Akaza, and seeing you today, it is just as he said."

"You lunatic, Lord Akaza is waiting for you just outside the city for a battle!"

Doma's eyes lit up, and he put on a look of pleasant surprise.

"Is that so! It seems Akaza still misses me; I knew that man wouldn't just forget about me so easily!"