Tokyo's Asakusa district.
As the most prosperous area of Tokyo, even at night, the streets of Asakusa were bustling with traffic and brightly lit light.
Crowds of people came and went endlessly, creating a lively atmosphere.
The calls of various shops selling their wares intertwined in one's ears, but it didn't feel noisy.
The rare new car could be seen everywhere here.
The prosperous scene would definitely mesmerize country folk seeing it for the first time.
Sure enough, at the corner of the street stood a conspicuous pair of siblings - a red-haired boy with his mouth agape and a dazed girl.
The boy carried a large wooden box on his back and wore a green and black patterned haori.
A black sword hung at his waist as he held the hand of a cute girl wearing a pink kimono with a bamboo tube in her mouth.
Perhaps because of their rural aura that clashed with Asakusa vibes, or maybe because of the boy's eye-catching sword, this unusual pair of siblings attracted curious glances from many passersby.
Tanjiro finally snapped out of his shock and, noticing the stares of those around him, quickly pulled his sister Nezuko towards a less crowded area.
Indeed, Tanjiro had come to Asakusa to carry out a reconnaissance mission for the Demon Slayer Corps.
Tanjiro was now a qualified member of the Corps.
Not long ago, he had successfully completed a demon-hunting mission with his sister Nezuko, slaying a swamp demon that preyed on young girls.
As a result, he had been promoted from Mizunoto to Mizunoe rank.
However, Tanjiro never expected that Tokyo's Asakusa district, the location of this mission, would be so modern.
The honest country boy Tanjiro was truly shocked.
After finally pulling Nezuko to a quieter street, the aroma of udon noodles from a nearby food stall immediately aroused Tanjiro's hunger.
Glancing at the drowsy Nezuko, Tanjiro decided to fill their stomachs before carrying out the mission.
"Boss! Please give me one serving of yam paste udon!"
"Coming right up! Please wait a moment!"
However, if Tanjiro thought he could peacefully enjoy this bowl of yam paste udon, he was likely mistaken.
*****
On the outskirts of Asakusa, in an alley invisible to ordinary people, stood an exquisite villa.
This was the residence of Tamayo, the first female demon who dared to rebel against Muzan.
Inside the villa, Shinichi sat casually on the floor, biting off half a dorayaki in one go.
He raised an eyebrow and asked the quiet figure sitting opposite him.
"Lee, have Shokyu and Maito left again? What are those two up to?"
Across from Shinichi, the sleepy demon wrapped in a large gray robe, shrugged slightly and replied in a muffled voice.
"How would I know? They've been gone for over a month anyway. They just left me here to protect Lady Tamayo. As for what they're doing, I didn't ask. But they're not children anymore, so they surely won't run off recklessly."
Hearing Lee's answer, Shinichi chuckled, then stuffed the remaining half of the dorayaki into his mouth.
With his cheeks bulging, he continued to ask somewhat unclearly, "Then... what about Lady Tamayo... and Yushiro?"
"Uh, I don't know either. They're probably out doing free medical treatments. Lady Tamayo often does that, providing free medical care to humans and buying some blood along the way."
"Arent you kinda useless here? Didn't Shokyu tell you to protect Lady Tamayo? Is this how you protect her?"
"..."
As they were talking, suddenly Shinichi's eyes moved slightly, a flash of green light passing through his left eye.
Soon, the familiar auras of Tamayo and Yushiro appeared in Shinichi's perception.
But to Shinichi's surprise, he sensed an unfamiliar demon aura entering the villa with them.
Moreover, it was extremely unstable, as if it were a newly born demon!
Whoosh!
Lee immediately stood up.
Clearly, she had also sensed this aura.
Without saying another word, the two quickly rushed downstairs.
A moment later.
"What?! Muzan has appeared in Tokyo?!" Shinichi's pupils contracted and he instinctively gripped the Nichirin Blade at his waist as he was about to rush out.
But Tamayo stopped him with her hand.
"Shinichi-san, please don't be rash. A long time has passed. Muzan, realizing he's been exposed, certainly won't stay in Tokyo. He fears death the most. By now, he's probably long gone. It's unlikely that you can catch up to him."
Crack!
Shinichi clenched fist made a cracking sound.
Although reluctant, Shinichi knew Tamayo's words made sense.
He turned to look at the man lying on the bed, pale-faced with eyes tightly shut, but elongated fangs already protruding from his lips.
Three distinct claw marks on the back of his neck still emitted an extremely evil aura - Muzan's aura!
"By the way, it was a young Demon Slayer Corps member who first discovered Muzan's whereabouts. That child was very different, especially the hanafuda earrings he wore. I remember them very clearly," Tamayo said seriously to Shinichi.
Shinichi was slightly taken aback.
Hanafuda earrings? Red hair... Wait! Isn't that Tanjiro's appearance?
But the name Tamayo mentioned next shocked Shinichi even more.
.....
"Yoriichi Tsugikuni? Is Tanjiro somehow related to Yoriichi Tsugikuni?!"
******
Meanwhile, in a dark alley somewhere in Tokyo.
Crack!!
A chilling sound of bones and flesh breaking rang out.
A tall man in an elegant black suit stood with his back to the alley entrance.
In the faint moonlight, one could see a flash of disgust across the man's demonic face, his crimson vertical pupils contracting slightly.
The progenitor of demons - Muzan Kibutsuji - was in a bad mood.
Not because of the ignorant humans who had been reduced to several piles of debris in the alley, but because his identity had been discovered today by an unknown little brat from the Demon Slayer Corps.
What angered and disgusted Muzan even more were the Hanafuda earrings that brat wore!
'They were exactly the same as that man's Hanafuda earrings! Damn it!'
Just thinking about Yoriichi Tsugikuni made Muzan's body tremble uncontrollably, feeling cold as if he want to split apart.
This was a terror and fear that penetrated to his soul.
To fear a human swordsman to such an extent, even hundreds of years later, to be terrified to this degree just by glimpsing the earrings left behind by that person - how could the proud Muzan accept this?
So, at this moment, Muzan was enraged to the extreme.
Snap!
Muzan snapped his fingers crisply.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The next second, two figures appeared as if teleporting and knelt behind Muzan, not daring to raise their heads.
"Bring back the head of that Demon Slayer Corps member with the Hanafuda earrings!" Muzan's cold voice sounded in the ears of the two demons.
Sensing their lord's anger, the two demons didn't dare to lift their heads.
"Yes, sir!"
After the two demons' disappeared, Muzan slightly raised his head, glancing at the top of the alley where a burly figure was also quietly kneeling.
"Did you hear the order? You go too. Make sure to bring back that demon slayer's head."
"As you command, Muzan-sama... Gah gah!"
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