Ghost Slayer: My Wife Kanao

Watching the backs of the two figures leaving, one large and one small, Makomo tilted her head. This demon was completely different from what their master once described.

"This demon is very strong," Sabito came up beside Makomo, clutching the hilt of his sword, also watching Sam Miller's departing figure. He was no match for this demon at all.

Makomo turned back to Sabito: "So, we need to work harder, don't we?"

Sabito nodded seriously: "Makomo is right. We were too optimistic before, facing demons isn't that simple."

"Before, I was too proud."

"It seems that the trial assessment at Mount Sagiri needs to be postponed, at least..."

Sabito's eyes fell on the boulder that Sam had cut through: "At least, I need to be able to cut through this boulder."

...

Holding Kanao Tsuyuri's hand, Sam soon found another secluded place.

As a demon, he knew it was impossible for the Demon Slayer Corps to guide him. This was something he had already accepted.

He could learn like the demons of this world.

But he shook his head.

He was not on the same path as the demons of this world.

And he wondered what would happen if Muzan Kibutsuji knew he could bask in the sun.

He could only rely on himself.

He sighed slightly.

He pulled out the Nichirin Blade from his waist again.

Clenching the Nichirin Blade in his hands, he could feel his demon body being happy.

The love for the sword, the fit for the sword.

Hold the blade, swing the blade.

One stroke, two strokes... Simple practice, slowly mobilizing his emotions to match the sword.

Since it was impossible to systematically learn swordsmanship from others, he had to understand it himself.

What he could feel was the emotion of the sword.

Then swing and cut according to the will of the sword itself, and draw the sword.

Close your eyes.

Feel the sound from the sword.

Guidance from the sword.

Seemingly, it seemed to be touched.

Unsheathe.

Draw the blade.

Cut.

The simplest movement, but compared to before, it always feels... smoother and simpler.

...

After a long time, he opened his eyes.

Faintly touched.

Sword out.

Draw sword.

Cut.

Simple action, but the most effective action.

After practicing for a long time, he only felt this step.

What a failure.

However, he couldn't help thinking of Zenitsu Agatsuma, who only knew the Thunder Breathing: First Form, and it was a technique admired worldwide.

Then could he...

Draw the blade and cut, and by practicing it to the extreme, achieve the same.

Thinking this, he came to a decision.

To practice only one move: to draw the sword and cut.

...

The moon fades away.

The sun will rise.

It was almost daylight.

"Kanao, it's time to go back."

Sam raised his head and looked at the sky. He didn't want to expose the fact that he could bask in daylight yet.

There was no sound of Kanao walking.

He turned his head unconsciously, only to find that Kanao had fallen asleep leaning against a tree.

Sam froze for a moment, then smiled.

After all, she couldn't stay up all night. In the past two days, Kanao really hadn't had a good rest.

Carefully, he walked in front of Kanao and picked her up.

Heading towards Sakonji Urokodaki's room.

While walking, looking at Kanao's peaceful sleeping face, his heart was also slightly at ease.

With nutritional supplements, the girl had begun to grow slowly.

It seemed...

She had filled out a bit.

Was it an illusion?

Probably not, demons are generally very sensitive to the outside world.

"It seems that better nutrition is still needed, so we can't fall behind," he murmured softly.

Soon, holding Kanao in his arms, he came to the house at the foot of the mountain.

At the door, a black-haired girl with purple pupils, purple hair tips, long hair reaching to the collarbone, a curly hairstyle, and a mint-colored Kocho hair clip with dark purple edges was waiting anxiously.

And with his arrival.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief.

"Miss Shinobu, do you need me?" Sam asked curiously.

It was okay if Sam hadn't spoken. When he did, the girl immediately bared her white teeth and put her hands on her hips: "You demon, where did you go? Don't you know it's almost dawn? What if the sun shines on you? Do you want to die?"

The girl scolded him angrily.

Sam was taken aback.

He wasn't angry, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It's not that he liked being scolded.

But because...

"Miss Shinobu, you seem to be a little too worried about me."

He tilted his head and looked at Shinobu Kocho.

Shinobu froze, her delicate face flushed, but she didn't think she was worried about this demon.

She hates demons.

Hates all demons.

Sam was no exception.

How could she be worried about this demon Sam? She was just afraid that he would simply die.

"I don't care about you."

Shinobu rolled her eyes beautifully, but after looking at the sky, she hurried forward, grabbed Sam's clothes, and pulled him into the room.

"It's almost dawn, you idiot, still standing outside."

"Do you want to die?"

"You idiot."