"Oh? Like the view, Tanjiro-kun?"
I asked teasingly. He turned into an actual tomato, and I giggled and jumped into the warm water of the hot springs.
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Obanai Iguro was kidnapped by a snake demon, but he's not the only one. What if his twin little...
My body stiffened and I turned to look behind me. There he was, upper moon 2, Douma. He wasn't even hiding his demon identity anymore.
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He was holding two bodies, both female. I studied them until I could recognise one of them. It was the woman who had given me the information on Douma. How did he know?
"You son of a bitch! How could you?!"
I screamed, sweat trickling down my back.
"Well, that's harsh... you just met me, remember? Is there anything bothering you, darling?"
I almost vomited at how casual he sounded, as if he wasn't holding two dismembered and half-eaten but still alive bodies.
"Anything bothering me?! You're the one who killed Kanae, aren't you?! A pillar with a butterfly-style haori!!"
I screamed, letting my emotions get the better of me. I expected to hear P/N trying to calm me down, but he was hissing. P/N was losing emotional control, same as me.
"Ohh... that Flower Breathing pillar from before? She was such a cute and sweet girl. I missed out on eating her because of the sun coming up. I remember her. But I really wanted to eat her all-"
He never finished that sentence, because my sword swung horizontally and cut off the top half of his head, disconnecting his mouth and his brain. He chuckled and grabbed the top half of his head, placing it back on the bottom half and healing his wound.
"Rude. You didn't even let me finish! Anyway, that won't work. It's the neck, you really gotta go for the neck."
He then activated his blood demon art since I heard him mutter 'blood demon art, lotus ice'. Multiple ice lotuses appeared around us as he used his fans to launch me away from him. I could feel the temperature of the air drop, which was bad because I needed a high temperature to get my demon slayer mark.
I felt my lungs freezing, so I sped up my breaths and gripped my sword tighter as to try to get my temperature higher. It worked, and I glared at Douma with intent to kill.
"H-help..."
I looked at one of the women that were dying on the floor, right in front of Douma.
"Please..."
"Shhh..."
Douma shushed her, covering his lower face with one of his fans.
"We're talking here..."
I didn't pay any attention to Douma and grabbed both women, leaping away and checking their wounds. Not good. They were at death's door, I couldn't heal their wounds if I sent them to Shinobu and Makomo immediately. (A/N: Makomo's a healer too in this story) I quickly realised that Douma willingly let me go since I saw that my bandages had been ripped up and they fell down, revealing my scars.
