Surging waves poured from the pot in his hands, engulfing Mitsuri Kanroji.
Water flooded her mouth and nose, lifting her off the ground.
I can't... breathe!
And breathing was what a Swordsman who used a Breathing Style needed most!
Without being able to breathe, Kanroji couldn't unleash powerful attacks. How could she break out of this watery prison?
The more Kanroji panicked, the faster she used up the oxygen in her lungs.
She forced herself to swing her sword with the air she had left, but still couldn't cut through the incredibly resilient Water Prison Pot.
With her life hanging by a thread, that hideous creature just kept jabbering beside her.
"Such beautiful hair! If I cut off her head, turn it into a work of art, and put it in a pot for Mr. Doma, I'm sure he'll be thrilled to death~"
"Who would have thought this girl had absolutely no artistic talent? She smashed my pot the moment she arrived... Just a gorilla with nothing but muscles in her head, after all~"
Kanroji closed her eyes.
A muscle-bound gorilla...
It certainly wasn't the first time someone had called her that.
Every man she had met through marriage introductions had mocked her, openly or otherwise, for eating too much and being too strong.
And her long hair, which had changed color from eating Sakura Mochi, had brought her endless ridicule too...
A strange woman, hideous hair, too expensive to feed...
More and more strange labels had been pinned on her, until she had once lost all hope in the world.
But the Demon Slayer Corps was the first place she had truly loved.
There were plenty of people just as strange as her here, and no shortage of big eaters.
She no longer had to worry about people pointing