The Demon's Nightmare

"Snake Breathing: Third Form: Constricting Fangs!"

Before the Earth Style Demon could finish speaking, a cold blade wind swept across Hiruma's vision, and Iguro Obanai decapitated it.

"Holy crap!"

"You damn snake charmer, what are you doing!"

Hiruma shot up, letting out a startled cry. After all, the guy had appeared too suddenly, giving him no time to react.

Iguro Obanai flicked the blood off his Nichirin Blade, turned his head, and glared at Hiruma, questioning, "Idiot, why didn't you kill this demon?"

To him, all demons deserved to die; he wished they would all perish immediately. Moreover, he had overheard part of Hiruma's conversation with the Earth Style Demon and couldn't stand the idea of making a deal with a demon.

Hiruma helplessly pressed his forehead, the situation complicated, and he didn't know how to explain it to this guy.

"I have my reasons. At least wait until I'm done asking before you act!"

"Hmph!"

"Demons should die!" Iguro Obanai snorted coldly and walked into the bushes without looking back. Of course, he wasn't angry at Hiruma.

Soon, he dragged a half-grown wild boar in front of Hiruma and said nonchalantly, "Those meager rations probably aren't even enough to fill your teeth, you glutton!"

"This pig ran into a tree and died, and I found it. Be grateful!"

Hiruma: "???"

Did he even hear himself? Was he blind to that massive blade edge?

"Then thank you!" It didn't matter that he didn't get his questions answered; there would be other chances. Honestly, he was incredibly touched. He hadn't expected Iguro Obanai to consider his prodigious appetite.

"Oh, right!"

"I found a stream. Let's handle it there. The smell of blood might attract demons!" As soon as demons were mentioned, his gaze turned icy, and killing intent radiated from him.

He led the way, with Hiruma dragging the pig behind him, occasionally muttering under his breath:

"You pervert, don't try to bring the battlefield to the dining table, damn it!"

About fifteen minutes later, the two arrived near the stream Iguro Obanai had mentioned. They could see an orangish campfire from afar, indicating someone had arrived before them.

Night had fallen, and generally, swordsmen avoided the forest. The poor visibility made it easy for demons to launch surprise attacks.

At this hour, the only ones still in the forest were a few select individuals from this batch.

"Hiruma!"

"Iguro-san!"

"What a coincidence!"

Sabito also noticed Hiruma and the other, waving with a smile. Giyu was roasting by the fire, only glancing at the two.

"Want some roasted whole pig?" Hiruma tossed the wild Peppa Pig down, asking with a grin. Since he couldn't find the Hand Demon, he could only follow the Hand Demon's hunting targets.

With Sabito's strength, defeating the Hand Demon would be like slicing vegetables.

According to the original storyline, he met the Hand Demon after clearing out all the demons on the mountain, and he was already severely injured, his sword even dulled. It was a miracle he survived.

But this time was different; he wasn't the only one hunting demons across the mountain.

Ultimately, the Water Hashira lineage's feud had to be avenged by its own people.

"I'll help you with it!"

"Okay!"

Hiruma and Sabito carried the pig to the water's edge. Only Giyu, the emotionless one, and Iguro Obanai, the bandaged one, remained by the campfire.

Iguro Obanai made no effort to hide his disdain and disgust. He detested Giyu's pathetic demeanor, the kind that seemed to say, "I'm so miserable, please pity me."

If it weren't for the sake of Hiruma and Sabito, he would have loved to beat Giyu up.

"Would you like some water?" Giyu, remembering his senior sister's instructions, tried to help others with a smile.

Unfortunately, Giyu's smile was completely insincere, giving the impression that Hiruma owed him money.

Iguro Obanai crossed his arms, turned his head away, and said with great reluctance, "I don't need it. Stay away from me, hmph!"

Giyu tilted his head, staring blankly at the water pouch. His senior sister was wrong; this person simply didn't like seeing others smile.

A moment later, the pig was roasting over the fire, and four people sat around it, with Hiruma and Sabito doing all the work to liven things up.

Another day of missing Big Brother. If anyone was a master of creating joy, it was Kyojuro.

Think of Big Brother, and Big Brother appears.

"Hahaha!"

"It really is you guys! I knew it, who else would dare light a fire near the forest in the middle of the night!"

Kyojuro burst out from the woods, but he also brought a gift – ten demons.

"You little brats, nowhere left to run, huh?"

"I'm going to rip off one of his arms, kuhahaha!"

"Eat him!"

The eyes of the four people who were roasting a pig around the fire instantly lit up. After all, behind their eldest brother were swarms of demons, their targets for hunting.

"So this human brat brought backup!"

"Brothers, don't be afraid, there are only five of them. The advantage is ours!"

Ten demons formed a semicircle around the five people, but Hiruma was still sprinkling seasoning, completely ignoring the ten demons.

"Snake Breathing: Fifth Form: Coiling Serpent!"

"Water Breathing: First Form: Surface Slash!"

"Water Breathing: Third Form: Flowing Dance!"

"Flame Breathing: Fifth Form: Flame Tiger!"

In an instant, flashes of sword light and shadows appeared. The four youths charged into the demon encirclement like a flood and a ferocious beast, roaring as they went.

There was no fear on their faces, only excitement and killing intent, and of course, one blank-faced individual.

On one side were the demons' miserable, earth-shattering howls, and on the other was Hiruma humming a little tune. It wasn't that he didn't want to act, but he didn't have the chance.

After a while, the remains of the demons on the ground turned to ash. Sabito stretched and sighed, "What a shame, one got away!"

"Wow!"

"There's roast pig! I want to eat a whole ham hock!" Kyojuro sheathed his sword, his eyes sparkling like little stars as he drooled and rushed towards Hiruma.

Two days later, in the daytime, inside a cave deep in the forest.

Five demons surrounded a one-horned demon. The scene was like diligent students asking their teacher for knowledge.

The one-horned demon said earnestly, "Everyone, these five human swordsmen this time, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely do not provoke them, or you will definitely, surely die!!!"

"Those guys are lunatics!"

"They are a blondie, a scarred face, a snake neck, a punchable-looking one, and a smiling pervert with deep red hair."

As he spoke, the one-horned demon recalled the terrifying scene by the stream two days ago.

Ten demons had attacked five humans, and the result was a one-sided slaughter by four people, a slaughter without any suspense.

Just then, a demon's scream was heard from outside the cave. The sound alone was suffocating.

"Kill me!"

"Please, kill me quickly!"

"I don't want to eat poison anymore!"

"Kill me!"

"Hurry and kill me!"

In the end, the demon's pleas turned into despairing roars.

The current situation on Mount Fujikasane was that the Nighttime Demon Slayers were chasing and killing demons, while the Daytime Demon Slayers were everywhere, searching for hiding demons.

Whether it was day or night, the demons could not find peace.

In just two days, over seventy percent of the demons on Mount Fujikasane had died. Less than thirty percent of the remaining demons dared not go out to hunt at night.

This final selection was a nightmare for the demons, a nightmare from which they could not awaken.

All they could do was pray for those perverted humans to leave quickly.