Both the demons kneeling on the ground were trembling.

Only they could sense the atmosphere that rushed towards them, as if they would be torn apart in the next moment. That suffocating feeling. Is that the end of life?

"Te... Terribly sorry, Muzan Sama!" the female demon kneeling down shivered as she spoke. She was a Handball demon.

"But we have never heard anyone around him bring up topics about demons before."

"So it's my fault?" Muzan's pupils rose like those of a cat, exuding a terrifying beauty that made them feel like they would stop breathing out of fear.

"No... that's not what I meant!" The Handball demon trembled.

It was best not to say too much in front of their capricious Muzan sama; she had forgotten about that.

"If it weren't for the fact that you were the only two demons nearby, I would have already...” Muzan sighed and ordered nonchalantly, “Kill the young man with the flower-petal earrings from earlier, bring me his head, and this time, I'll spare you."

At the same time, she scratched her wrist, drawing blood.

"This time, I'll give you a bit of blood. If you fail again, go exposed in the sunlight and die."

"Yes!"

Both of them eagerly stared at the blood. With this, they could gain the power to become the Lower-Ranks.

...

Several hours later, at the street.

Teru was holding a red demon mask in his hand, with two horns on the forehead and fangs revealed in the mouth, depicting a traditional Japanese evil demon image.

He was amused by the thought that perhaps he could give this to his wife as a gift. That wasn’t a beautiful mask...would she accept it?

It was getting late; he had time travelled for almost a year now. Due to Muzan's illness, he got used to being a night owl.

Thankfully, he had the system, and his physical condition had improved significantly. Even if his biological clock was a bit off, it didn't bother him much.

Just as he was about to head back, he suddenly wrinkled his nose, catching a pungent smell.

"The smell of blood?" he frowned.

At this point, he smelled the scent of blood, but strangely, when he followed the scent, he saw a wall.

Had the scent penetrated through the wall?

Teru furrowed his brows.

No, maybe there were other reasons...

Teru placed his hand on the wall and indeed found nothing solid.

An illusion?

Superpower again?

As he stuck his head into it, he saw a scene of battle.

The young man who had shouted loudly on the street before was now holding a sword, facing two demons. Obviously, they were not human beings. One had six arms, and the other had eyes on its hands.

And the young man was fiercely battling, wielding a pitch-black sword.

"Water Breathing, First Form - Water Surface Slash!"

Tanjiro Kamado swung his sword, and it seemed like flowing water was on the blade, with the sound of surging water in his ears. He aimed the strike at the neck of the Handball demon.

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But when he was halfway through the strike, the Arrowhead demon beside him opened his hand toward him.

As if drawn by an invisible force, Tanjiro's sword changed direction, veering away from its target.

"Damn it!"

Tanjiro knew this was the Blood Demon Art of the Arrowhead demon, but he didn’t know to counter it.

Soon, a girl with bamboo in her mouth came out of the house behind him. Her pupils were also slit like the Handball demon's, and she engaged in a fierce battle with her.

Each of their kicks could cut an adult in half at the waist, yet with each penalty kick, the force continued increasing.

Teru sensed two more individuals inside the house, but at the moment, he was astonished and somewhat terrified by the scene before him.

How could her husband take it, that handball demon with six arms!

Teru couldn't help but think like this; after all, he was a married man, and he couldn’t but make such associations.

It seemed like the young man was having some difficulties against the Arrowhead demon as well. Teru observed Tanjiro Kamado.

Though he was quite skilled for his age and his swordsmanship was proficient, every time he tried to get close, he was swept away by an invisible force.

Teru narrowed his eyes; he could gradually see the red arrowheads continuously appearing on the Arrowhead demon's hand.

"I see, it's telekinesis, huh?" Teru muttered, not too concerned. He had decided to interfere in the battle. After all, that kid was a gentle guy trying to protect his sister.

"In that case..."

Teru pointed a finger, taking out a red evil demon mask and covering his face. His voice became deep, "Here comes the hero!"

...

After Tanjiro Kamado was defeated once again, he panted heavily, blood dripping from his forehead, covering one of his eyes.

"No, I can't get close to him at all." Tanjiro was getting anxious. His sister, Nezuko, was still struggling against the Handball demon, and he needed to get there quickly.

Having eventually found Muzan Kibutsuji, he discovered that she was actually attacking ordinary people on the street, and married to a human husband to cover up her tracks. Unforgivable!

His anger surged again as he thought of it.

Calm down!

He said to himself, now he needed to find a way to kill the Arrowhead demon in front of him.

But the Arrowhead demon continuously released arrowheads, changing the direction of his attacks, and he couldn't control it.

"That's it!" Tanjiro suddenly had an idea.

"Before, I was always resisting the direction of the arrows. I just need to follow the direction of the arrows with my attacks. By taking advantage of the rotation with the arrowheads to increase my attack power, I can gradually get close to that demon."

As soon as he thought of this, Tanjiro immediately took action.

He charged forward, directly facing the countless red arrowheads before him. This time, he didn't try to avoid them but went straight at them, using his sword to spin along with the arrowheads, getting closer at high speed!

"What?!" The Arrowhead demon was taken aback and took a step back.

"Don't try to escape... Water Breathing, Second Form - Water Wheel!"

Tanjiro gritted his teeth and roared, forcefully moving his arm to strike the Arrowhead demon.

Countless water splashes almost covered the Arrowhead demon's face.

"I am going to be killed by my own technique..." The Arrowhead demon's pupils trembled. If he hadn't released so many arrowheads, Tanjiro Kamado would never have been able to approach him so quickly.

"Swish!"

A slash passed by, and the Arrowhead demon's head was separated from its body.

Tanjiro Kamado also fell weakly to the ground.

"Nezuko..." He managed to glance at his sister, his last surviving family, who had just defeated the Handball demon. However, something bizarre happened.

The bodies of both the Arrowhead demon and Handball demon didn't disintegrate; instead, they began to twist and merge together, as if being forcibly brought closer and fused by an invisible force, becoming a grotesque being, like a Frankenstein's monster, and rapidly growing in size!

"Muzan... Muzan sama, I can still fight, I'm still conscious!" The Handball demon had been knocked down by Nezuko, not truly dead. She screamed in horror, but her body had already completely twisted into a mass of flesh. The scene was horrifying.

"Does Muzan Kibutsuji treat his subordinates so cruelly too?" Tanjiro was shocked, then became angry.

However, even in this situation, he had to face the challenge in front of him.

Because he could feel that the monstrous entity formed by these two demons was gradually becoming a terrfying creature. His hands were trembling, uncontrollably.

"Even if not injured, I still wouldn't stand a chance."

Despite this, Tanjiro forced himself to stand up, holding a sword in front of his sister, who had become weak and feeble.

Sorry, Mr. Urokodaki...sorry, Mr. Tomioka..I might die here. Tanjiro gazed at the enormous monster before him, standing there helplessly.

Die...

"Still protecting your sister, even in this situation? Such bravery!" Then Tanjiro heard a loud voice. It was from a young man.

An ordinary being? Tanjiro looked up and saw only a red demon mask on his face and the man’s sword at his waist.

"Run! This is not an opponent an ordinary being can defeat!" Tanjiro didn't understand why there would be an ordinary being here, but he quickly shouted out aloud.

"Huh? No need to worry about that."

The monstrous being rushed toward him, but the young man remained calm, still smiling.

The monster's enormous fist was about to hit the young man in an instant, their size difference clearly pronounced. The young man would be killed in a split second.

Tanjiro couldn't bear to close his eyes, but he could clearly hear the man’s saying.

"Dragon Breathing, First Form - Dragon Nest Flash!"

The sound of a dragon's roar resounded in his ears.