In Demon Slayer With Heavenly Insight

DS Chapter 62: New Temperament

"Wow! Brother Ren is so cool! That move was amazing!"

"Where are you touching? My chin? No, you're touching my heart!"

"Amazing! His presence is even more captivating than the Sound Hashira! Wow, I'm going to be obsessed with Master Ren!"

"He can heal people! He's gentle! He's strong! And he's so handsome!"

"Brother Ren~, show us another move! Brother Ren~!"

"My husband! My husband! My husband!!!"

Unconsciously, Ren realized that the female Demon Slayer members crowding in front of him were becoming even more hysterical.

Their eyes seemed to be filled only with his figure—nothing else mattered.

This made Kocho Shinobu, standing in front of Ren, feel an inexplicable sense of crisis.

She gulped nervously.

With all her strength, the petite Hashira tried to shield Ren with her body.

But despite her efforts, her purple hair damp with sweat, she couldn't stop the overwhelming enthusiasm of the female slayers!

The Insect Hashira suddenly looked flustered and spoke with a mix of frustration and coquettishness.

"Okay! Everyone, please stop crowding me!"

"Mr. Ren can only pick five people!"

"You can also go to the Wind Hashira!"

"I mean, seriously, do you all take an insect pillar like me for granted?"

"Stop squeezing! Stop squeezing! You're breaking the team rules!"

"Ouch! Kanoe, come here and help me~!"

As soon as she spoke, Kanoe, who had been sitting quietly on a bench by the door, keeping score, hesitated.

She glanced in the direction of her master, uncertainty in her eyes.

Was she just called?

Maybe she misheard.

After all, the scene was so chaotic—it was normal to mistake a few words.

Why not just stay put and admire Ren's handsome profile from afar?

It wasn't like this was the first time she had secretly stared at him.

So, she quietly sat back down.

"Kanoe! Ren will be taken away if you don't come!"

Boom!

The table suddenly shattered into pieces!

A white figure shot forward like a cannonball.

In an instant, a presence that exuded strength and security appeared in front of Shinobu.

Kanoe stood there, her expression cold and unreadable as she faced the excited female slayers.

Then, suddenly, her gaze sharpened, her aura turning fierce.

"No one is taking Mr. Ren away!"

Tyrant Flower Breathing – Second Form: Overlord Rainstorm Blossom!

A deep breath filled her lungs, drawing in a massive amount of oxygen.

The next moment, an overwhelming force erupted from her delicate frame, sending everyone in front of her flying backward!

A flurry of plum blossom petals danced in the air, creating a brief hallucination.

The female slayers, caught up in the illusion, lay dazed, unable to move.

Ren was stunned.

He hadn't expected Kanoe's version of Flower Breathing to have AOE (Area of Effect) damage!

This was worth noting.

From now on, Flower Breathing variations should be developed toward AOE attacks!

Kocho Shinobu, still slightly shaken, stared at her disciple in shock.

At this moment, Kanoe looked completely different to her.

That strong and dependable back, that overwhelming power she had just displayed—

Was this still the same girl who needed guidance even when eating?

A strange sense of frustration welled up in Shinobu's chest.

She had heard it.

Overlord Flower Breathing!

She had heard it twice today.

Ren...!

When it was about her sister, he said "Be patient."

But now?

There was no need for patience. Just one "Kocho Shinobu" and that was it!

He had taught her Flower Breathing—but not Shinobu herself!

She was furious!

She shot a cold glare at Ren.

Her icy gaze sent a shiver down Ren's spine.

Feeling guilty, he quickly turned his head, pretending not to notice.

Meanwhile, with Kanoe stepping in, order was finally restored in the Butterfly Mansion.

On the Other Side

Kyojuro had quickly chosen his trainees and was formulating a rehabilitation training plan.

Rather than die in a river, he silently selected a few unfortunate souls from Ren's group.

He planned to only pick men.

Why?

Because his training was way too intense—he couldn't bring himself to push women that hard.

So instead, he would grind a few men to the brink of death.

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Meanwhile, Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, was also choosing trainees.

However, when he overheard the whispered conversations of the Demon Slayer members, his expression changed drastically.

Wind Hashira, Sanemi: "..."

Sanemi felt as if his entire world had collapsed.

He was a majestic Wind Hashira!

Yet today, he had fallen so low that he had no one to choose from—even being mocked behind his back.

The slayers weren't just uninterested in him.

They actively avoided him.

Sanemi clenched his fists.

His sharp eyes swept over Ren's lively, cheerful group—it was harmonious, warm, and full of camaraderie.

And him?

He was completely alone. An empty nest.

Am I really this unpopular?!

Sanemi's gaze darkened.

If he waited for volunteers, he'd never get any.

So, he made his move.

His finger shot out, pointing directly at four people at the back of Ren's group.

"You! You! You! And you! Get over here!"

The four slayers looked at each other, confused.

One of them hesitated before pointing at himself.

"Me?"

In the end, one of them nudged a female slayer standing in front and whispered,

"Hey... um... didn't you say that Wind Hashira was your husband? Well, your 'husband' is calling you."

The female slayer turned back and glared at him.

"Your husband!" she snapped before turning away, completely ignoring Sanemi.

Sanemi: "..."

Sanemi took a deep breath.

He was so angry he nearly swung his sword at someone.

Meanwhile, the four he had chosen pretended to be confused.

"Maybe he called the wrong people?"

"Yeah, it's so noisy here. It's normal to mishear things, right?"

"It's fine, let's just stay in line. That must have been an illusion."

Sanemi's fists clenched harder.

"Wind Breathing – Sixth Form: Black Wind Mountain Mist!"

BOOM!

A gust of violent wind roared through the area.

A terrifying face emerged from the storm—one that could make children cry.

Sanemi's chilling voice rang in their ears.

"Hey!! Did you not hear me calling you?"

His tone was harsh, filled with an overwhelming sense of pressure.

The four slayers shuddered and quickly nodded.

"W-We heard you! We heard you!"

"Oh? Should I say it again?"

"N-No need! No need!"

"Good."

Sanemi's expression softened just slightly.

"You all look familiar. You joined around the same time as Genya, right?"

"Y-Yes, Master Wind Hashira! We were hunting demons with Genya recently!"

One of them hesitated before adding,

"But… um… sir your brother is kinda weird. He always breaks the rules and acts alone. He's really strange—"

SMACK!

The speaker was abruptly slapped on the butt.

The startled slayer turned around in confusion—only to see his teammate sweating bullets.

The one who had smacked him had a clear message in his eyes:

"You idiot! That's Lord Wind Hashira! LORD Genya is his brother! Do you have a death wish?!"