For Mozhao...
The setback he had suffered in Tokyo not long ago had left him seething.
Several Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen, clearly much weaker than he was, had nearly taken him down by ganging up on him.
They had no sense of fair play whatsoever.
After his lair and identity were exposed, he did not dare linger in the city.
After all, a [Hashira] was stationed with the Demon Slayer Corps in Tokyo.
He certainly acted arrogantly toward ordinary swordsmen.
But he was not completely clueless about his limits.
How could a demon who had yet to earn a place among the [Twelve Kizuki] afford to provoke a monster on the level of a [Hashira]?
If the fight dragged on and drew the [Hashira] over...
The demon Mozhao decisively chose to heed his fear.
After briefly driving the swordsmen back, he made his escape first.
Yet before even the next day arrived...
He unexpectedly encountered a fresh group of prey in a forest.
"Hehehe..." The demon gave a low, sinister chuckle. "Six of you. Plenty to eat tonight."
Since they were going to visit Senior Brother Igarashi, Xia Xi and the others were all wearing casual clothes.
Though they all carried Samurai Swords at their waists.
The bags of luggage they carried greatly diminished their lean, formidable air as swordsmen.
At any rate, the demon before them had not recognized them as members of the Demon Slayer Corps.
He merely took them for disciples from some dojo traveling along the road.
Meanwhile, Xia Xi and the others standing opposite the demon did not so much as change their expressions.
Only the Street Girl being carried on Persimmon's back tucked her neck in slightly, looking a little timid.
"Kuang Jin."
Xia Xi spoke first.
The earnest boy whose name had been