"It seems our new guests have arrived."
Tanjiro gripped his sword hilt nervously. "Are they demons?"
Ryoma nodded, his eyes turning cold. "And not just one. From their aura, they shouldn't be weak."
No sooner had he spoken than a strong killing intent emanated from outside the courtyard.
Boom!
A ball suddenly smashed in, the indoor wall was broken by the huge force, debris flew everywhere, and then the ball flew back out.
Ryoma and the others came out into the courtyard and saw two demons, one male and one female, emerge from the dust.
The female demon was playing with a temari ball in her hands, smiling as she said, "It's just as Yahaba said, a house appeared in an empty space."
The other male demon had a rotating eyeball in the palm of each hand, one of which was fixed on Tamayo next to Ryoma, his tone filled with displeasure and confusion. "A Demon Slayer is with a demon, what's going on?"
The female demon let out a sharp laugh. "Hahaha! This is getting interesting."
The male demon, referred to as Yahaba, closed his eyes, glancing at the female demon with the eyes in his palms, his voice cold. "Speaking of which, Susamaru. Should I say you're childish in your actions? Or brainless?"
"So annoying." Susamaru interrupted impatiently.
"Found him!"
Susamaru licked her lips, looking at Tanjiro and saying, "The Demon Slayer with the Hanafuda earrings, that would be you, right?"
Hearing this, Tanjiro understood that he was their target, and instantly drew his nichirin blade to protect Tamayo.
"Nezuko, move the woman sleeping inside to a safe place."
Ryoma stretched his wrists and said, "Since you've come, then leave your lives as a visiting gift."
"Arrogant human! Taste my temari balls!"
Susamaru was enraged, the muscles in her waist and abdomen wriggled wildly, and instantly four more arms appeared.
At the same time, her six arms moved simultaneously, and six temari balls appeared out of thin air from her hands.
She sneered, her voice full of condescending charity, "How interesting, you should feel honored to be killed by me, one of the Twelve Kizuki."
Six temari balls flew out simultaneously, each carrying terrifying power capable of smashing rocks.
Ryoma paid no attention, his figure flickered, instantly appearing before Susamaru.
"Too slow."
The cold voice seemed to ring directly in Susamaru's ear.
Her pupils constricted, she only felt a cold gleam flash, and then her right arm felt light.
Looking down, she saw that one of her arms had been severed at the shoulder, falling silently to the ground.
"What?!"
Susamaru retreated in terror, the flesh at the wound regenerating at high speed.
Ryoma stood with his nichirin blade sheathed, not even a trace of blood on the blade tip.
He let out a scornful chuckle. "So easily defeated, yet you dare to call yourself a part of the Twelve Kizuki."
Tanjiro was somewhat puzzled. These two demons felt very strong to him, and they even claimed to be a part of the Twelve Kizuki.
"Ryoma, aren't they…"
Ryoma sneered, pointing his nichirin blade at Susamaru, "The Twelve Kizuki have corresponding numbers carved in their eyes, their pupils don't have numbers, and they're a bit weak."
These words were like a heavy hammer, striking hard at Susamaru and Yahaba's hearts.
Susamaru and Yahaba's entire faces completely fell, then twisted into a monstrous grimace.
Especially Susamaru, who was almost driven mad with anger, roaring at Ryoma with a hiss, "We are Twelve Kizuki who have been granted the supreme blood by that person."
"Bastard! I'll kill you! I'll tear you to shreds!!!"
That person… how could he deceive them?
Absolutely impossible! It must be this vile Demon Slayer talking nonsense!
It must be like this!
Veins bulged on Susamaru's forehead, and her six arms swung simultaneously, all the temari balls suddenly hurled towards Ryoma like a volley of cannon fire.
The six temari balls tore through the air, whistling out like cannonballs.
Yahaba, who was beside her, immediately activated his Blood Demon Art, invisible arrows attached to each ball, giving them even more elusive trajectories.
Ryoma paid no attention, his eyeballs rotated to scan the six balls. He took a step and swung his nichirin blade.
In an instant, Yahaba had no time to react, all six balls were split in half and dissipated into blood mist.
Ryoma said without looking back, "Tanjiro, the one in the tree over there manipulating directions, he's yours. This one who only throws balls, I'll handle her."
Tanjiro nodded heavily, immediately drawing his nichirin blade and rushing towards the small grove.
Susamaru had no intention of stopping him, she didn't believe Tanjiro would be a match for Yahaba.
On the other side, Tanjiro followed the aura and found Yahaba hidden in the tree canopy. He suddenly leaped up, his blade carrying a stream of water as he slashed.
Water Breathing: First Form: Water Surface Slash!
"What a dirty little brat, don't come near me."
Yahaba ignored Tanjiro who was within arm's reach. He swung the hand with an arrow-eye in its palm, and an invisible arrow shot towards Tanjiro.
As Tanjiro felt an irresistible force, his body was pushed back violently, his charged slash missing its target.
Immediately after, countless invisible vector arrows surged from all directions, tossing him around like a rag doll, smashing him against the ground, tree trunks, and finally flinging him high into the air, after which he fell heavily.
He finally landed safely thanks to Yahaba not having any follow-up actions and using his sword techniques to cushion the impact.
Tamayo watched the battle and suddenly spoke, "Yushiro."
"Understood, Tamayo-sama."
Yushiro flashed and appeared near Tanjiro, shouting impolitely, "Hey! Useless Demon Slayer, you can tell the direction just by looking at the arrows, avoid them!"
Watching Tanjiro being helplessly toyed with, Yushiro spoke at Tamayo's request.
"Arrows?"
Tanjiro stood up, his eyes full of confusion. He couldn't see anything at all.
"Seriously, you can't even see that?"
Yushiro pulled out something like a talisman from his pocket, flicked it, and the talisman immediately stuck to Tanjiro's forehead.
"I'm lending you my vision, this way you should be able to cut off the arrow man's head."
Instantly, the world before Tanjiro's eyes opened up.
Yahaba raised his hands, as the two eyes in his palms blinked.
In Tanjiro's eyes, several red arrow-shaped light lines immediately shot out from Yahaba's hands, each arrow carrying an eerie trajectory, seemingly able to automatically track its target.
The arrows were very fast, and they wouldn't disappear until they hit their target, and his nichirin blade couldn't cut them. Moreover, the moment the nichirin blade made contact, it would be bounced back in the direction of the arrow.
Tanjiro deftly dodged the attacks, but space was limited, and he quickly fell into a passive position.
At this moment, a fragrance and a large number of patterns instantly permeated around Yahaba.
Tamayo had activated Scent of Illusory Blood, Visual Dream, also mixed with the Magical Aroma of Daylight.
"Damn it! This little trick—"
Yahaba angrily waved his hands. These patterned scents interfered with his vision to some extent.
Just then, Tamayo's voice rang out, "Twelve Kizuki-san, do you know Muzan's true nature?"
"What do you mean?" Yahaba was stunned, blurting it out directly.
Tamayo said, "That man is just a coward, he's always afraid of something."
"Shut up!"
These words seemed to touch the deepest taboo, Yahaba frantically shot out more arrows.
Tanjiro seized the opportunity.
Water Breathing: Sixth Form: Whirlpool!
The nichirin blade, carrying a whirlpool-like stream of water, slashed towards Yahaba's neck.
However, just as the blade was about to make contact, a sudden arrow forcibly changed the blade's trajectory again, causing it to narrowly graze his neck.
"As long as my Blood Demon Art is still active, it's useless."
Tanjiro, failing to hit, quickly retreated.