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Ryosuke leaned forward slightly: "What do you need?"
He wasn't sure if the blue spider lily was what Tamayo needed.
After all, the official statement only says that this thing can turn Muzan into a JoJo-level creature.
As for the potion that turns ghosts into humans...
The recipe wasn't actually revealed!
Everything requires research by Tamayo.
"The key to breaking through lies in the blood of the Upper Moon demons."
Tamayo paused for a moment, then said slowly, "Especially the Upper Moon demons, the higher their ranking, the purer the power of Muzan is contained in their blood samples."
Ryosuke tapped his fingers lightly on his knee, making a soft tapping sound.
Just like in the original story.
The Twelve Demon Months must be eliminated!
When Meng'er's neck was severed, the system clearly stated that he was an ultimate evil spirit.
Further up, it's probably the Lower Moon demons of the Twelve Demon Months.
However, the difference in strength between the two is not small.
This is similar to the distinction between a quasi-emperor and an emperor.
They were only separated by a thin line, yet their strength was as vast as heaven and earth.
It's outrageous that a low-level Great Emperor could kill five or six peak Quasi-Emperors with a single slap.
With Ryosuke's current strength, he'd be in trouble even with a final-level demon, let alone a lower-level one.
We still need to kill more baby bread to help them grow!
Ryosuke let out a wild laugh.
He agreed readily: "That day will come. Once I cut off that Upper Moon demon's head, I'll pack up the blood and send it to you immediately."
Tamayo was stunned.
Yu Shiro was dumbfounded.
No! You're just bragging, buddy!
You? Kill the Upper Moon?!
You'd be more suited to be on the kang (heated brick bed)!
Tamayo was speechless for a moment.
Even though she had lived for hundreds of years and seen all sorts of people and ghosts, she had never seen anything like this...
This is so natural, declaring that they are going to hunt down the Upper Moon demons.
The other person's almost blind confidence and ruthlessness left her speechless for a moment.
Tamayo could only nod slightly: "...We await good news."
"One more thing."
Ryosuke changed the subject, looking around: "You should change your hiding place."
Tamayo was not surprised.
This place has been discovered by Ryosuke.
Although he meant no harm to the two, what about the rest of the Demon Slayer Corps? What about Muzan and his demons?
Whatever the reason, this hiding place can no longer be stayed.
After a moment of silence, Tamayo nodded solemnly.
“You’re right. I will arrange to take Yushiro away from Asakusa as soon as possible and find another secluded place.”
With the matter settled, Ryosuke had no intention of staying any longer.
He stood up and stretched his shoulders.
"That's all for now, I should go. How to contact me..."
He glanced towards the doorway, his gaze suggestive: "You guys should be better at it than I am."
"Please rest assured." Tamayo stood up to see him off.
The two walked to the entrance hall, where Yushiro stood with his arms crossed like a door god, his eyes fixed on Ryosuke's back.
Ryosuke walked outside without caring.
"Mr. Ryosuke..."
Tamayo called out to him.
"Will we ever see each other again?" Tamayo asked.
Ryosuke smiled, without answering "yes" or "no," and simply extended his hand.
Tamayo paused slightly, looking at the hand with its distinct knuckles.
After a brief hesitation, she raised her fair and slender hand and gently placed it in Ryosuke's palm.
Yushiro, standing to the side, turned ashen-white, his heart shattered.
Lord Jushi! ! !
Tamayo looked at Ryosuke and nodded slightly.
Ryosuke's hands were dry and warm, bearing the thin calluses from years of wielding a knife, conveying the vibrant vitality and strength of the living.
"of course."
Ryosuke's voice was not loud, but it had a strange penetrating power: "Because our goals are the same."
"Whether it's an ideal, a wish, or simply to end this damned age of demons... we're all heading in the same direction."
"Our paths are the same."
He gripped Tamayo's cold hand tightly for a moment, then released it without a trace of lingering affection.
"Let's go, take care."
After he finished speaking, he didn't turn back.
The jet-black haori traced an arc as her figure quickly disappeared into the darkness of Asakusa Castle.
Tamayo stood by the door, her fingertips still warm.
She gazed in the direction where Ryosuke had disappeared, and the corners of her lips unconsciously curved upwards.
After four hundred years of darkness and struggle, a glimmer of light seems to have finally broken through.
From a strange demon hunter who claims he just wants to live.
"Lord Jushi!"
Yushiro rushed over, his voice trembling with sobs and overwhelming jealousy.
"How could you...how could you let him touch your hand?!"
"That bastard!"
"What kind of bewitching potion did that damned demon hunter give you?!"
He pointed in the direction where Ryosuke had disappeared, trembling with anger. Several scratch marks were clearly visible on the pillar he had just leaned against.
Tamayo withdrew her gaze and shook her head.
She couldn't explain it either, and only glanced at Yushiro indifferently.
"Yushiro, pack your things, let's leave Asakusa."
"But……"
"No buts."
Tamayo turned and walked into the house.
Yushiro watched Tamayo's retreating figure, his teeth grinding together.
That damn demon hunter named Ryosuke!
You'd better die out there!
He died at the hands of the Twelve Demon Moons!
Chapter 15 Buhou! It's a series of pressure tactics to get him married!
After traveling day and night, it was already evening several days later when we returned to Taoshan.
The familiar scent wafted over, and Ryosuke's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
As soon as I stepped into the training field, a burst of sounds reached my ears.
In the center of the arena, Shota, shirtless, was unleashing a furious barrage of attacks on the wooden stake.
The blades, carrying the force of wind and thunder, fell like raindrops.
"One hundred and ninety-seven! One hundred and ninety-eight! One hundred and ninety-nine!"
He roared as he counted, each strike delivered with all his might.
Ryosuke had only taken a few steps closer when Shota abruptly stopped, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.
He grabbed a towel and wiped his face, letting out a heavy snort through his nose, his chin held high.
"Hmph! You're back? You don't look too well! Unlike me, this mission was clean and efficient, I didn't even get a scratch."
"Hmm, impressive."
Ryosuke was too lazy to argue with him and gave him a perfunctory thumbs up.
All he wanted to do now was go back inside and collapse, hoping to calm his aching liver.
"Ryosuke-nii!"