For this reason, the group of itinerant performers made a fortune over the next decade or so.
The commander's smile became even brighter, his eyes and brows radiating unprecedented satisfaction and pride.
but.
Despite being the biggest contributors, they did not receive the status they deserved.
They were always in the lowest position within the group.
Everyone is mocking them!
Everyone can look down on them!
Anyone can order them around.
Even for newcomers.
In a couple of days, they'll be bossing them around.
But what about it?
Their contribution to the team is almost half of the team's total.
The contributions of the other dozen or so people were only slightly higher than those of one person alone.
They simply don't understand this situation.
Where do they get the audacity to look down on them?
Is it because they were conjoined twins from birth?
But is this what they want?
They wouldn't want to do this if they could.
Even if they weren't conjoined twins, they wouldn't be able to generate as much revenue as they do now.
but!
As long as I can live like a normal person, that's enough!
That's all they hoped for.
However.
It's a pity.
Such things are ordained by fate and cannot be changed simply by their own desires.
Once they left this group, they didn't even know where else in the world they could be accepted.
This is not just their conjecture.
Rather, it comes from the gazes they've received during their performances over the years.
Everyone who came to see them.
There was curiosity, disgust, nausea, and fear...
The only thing that could be considered acceptable was the curious glances.
However, this curiosity was limited to the period before I came into contact with them.
He will never forget that scene from when he participated in the performance.
He clearly only lightly raised his hand and gently pinched the little girl's cheek.
He just wanted to express his affection for the little girl.
However.
It was this very action of his that quickly turned the curiosity in the little girl's mother's eyes into fear.
The little girl's mother reached out and slapped Taro's hand away, then scolded him angrily.
"What are you doing? You monster! Stay away from my daughter!"
The sudden words startled the little girl, leaving her standing there bewildered, unsure of what to do.
The others nearby, thinking this freak had done something drastic, began to angrily denounce him.
They then shielded the little girl and her mother behind them.
It was as if they were facing a monstrous flood.
Looking at the scene before them, Taro and Jiro suddenly realized something.
They are monsters.
They can never truly integrate into the community of other humans.
It was also that day.
They were severely beaten by the regimental commander and his men.
Even their desperate pleas for mercy were useless.
Afterwards, it was the group leader who worried that if they were badly injured, they wouldn't be able to make money, so he ordered the others to stop.
However, at the very end, they were still given a warning.
From now on, performances will be performances.
Don't contact the customers anymore.
That day, sadness and anger filled their hearts.
It all started from that day.
The older and younger brothers walked in opposite directions.
The younger brother became increasingly irritable, while the older brother became submissive.
The same body, the same experiences, yet they shaped two different personalities.
However, despite this.
They did not leave the performance group.
Because they really didn't know what would happen after leaving this group.
Where else can they go?
Where else would they be accepted?
In this group, at least they can earn money and survive!
Days passed by one after another.
Just when they thought they would live out their lives in this miserable state...
They saw it.
I spotted a figure in the crowd dressed in a suit and tie, wearing a small felt hat.
In that figure, they saw a gaze unlike any they had seen before.
It was a look of astonishment.
He looked at them as if they were works of art.
"That figure is... Lord Muzan!"
Taro spoke passionately, a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.
"On that very day, Lord Muzan brought us news that sent shivers down our spines."
Muzan Kibutsuji spread his hand over the small felt hat, gently lifted it, and looked at his brothers standing side by side, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Do you want to separate?
Taro replied, "Sir, you must be joking."
Although the guild leader forbade us to ask, others still mentioned it when they were mocking us.
We don't have that kind of technology to separate us now!
Even if it separates us.
If you only have one pair of legs, who will they be for?
What did the other person use?
Muzan, "You don't need to worry about this. Just tell me if you've ever considered separating!"
"Nonsense, if there were a choice, who would want to have them all connected like this?" Jiro said irritably.
He initially quite liked the person in front of him; after all, in all these years, this was the first person to look at them with such a sense of approval.
But the topic this person was bringing up was getting a bit annoying for Jiro, so he didn't want to continue the conversation.
"We've finished our performance and are cleaning up now. Please leave as soon as possible, sir!"
Upon hearing this, Muzan chuckled softly, then raised his hand.
Blood-red muscle tissue instantly pierced through their bodies.
When they woke up again...
They've become ghosts.
The sudden gain of power and the craving for flesh and blood, coupled with the memories of being mocked and bullied when he was still human.
The first thing they did to turn them into demons was to kill everyone else in the group.
They then lived as ghosts ever since.
Even now...
"Conjoined twins..." Teiichi murmured quietly.
Let alone in this day and age.
Even in future times.
Conjoined twins also face many inconveniences in their daily lives.
However, the strange looks from others will still exist.
I didn't think about it any further, even though they may have had a less than happy life as humans.
But they are all ghosts now.
"So if you want to kill you, you mean kill both of you brothers, right?"
"I... this... I..."
Taro stammered, unsure whether to reply with "yes" or "no".
Then, under Taro's gaze, Teiichi turned to White Feather and said something that terrified Taro.
" Muichiro ran into Jiro, right?"
"Um!"
"Okay, then confirm it, and then lead the Teiichi!"
White Feather nodded and flew out first.
However, upon hearing their conversation, Taro's eyes widened suddenly, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
There are two Demon Slayer?
Jiro also encountered that Demon Slayer?
Damn it! I told you we couldn't come in!!