𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀𝕊𝔼𝕂𝔸𝕀'𝔻 𝕊𝕃𝔸𝕐𝔼ℝ 剣楽面性 : ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ 𝕩 ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏᴄ

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟠: "𝔻𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕒 𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟"(＋𝕌𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝔸𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖)

Moments later, Myron stood in his room, preparing himself mentally and physically for his mission to Asakusa. The weight of the previous night's strange encounter with the demoness still lingered heavily in his thoughts. He stared blankly at his surroundings, trying to make sense of it all—the kiss, the severed arm, the impalement, the blood. Yet here he was, unharmed, without a single scar to show for it. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion, emotions, and unanswered questions.

He shifted his gaze to his phone —a picture of him and Aiko together, smiling warmly, lost in the affection they shared. Seeing her smile again, so pure and full of love, brought an immediate wave of guilt crashing down on him. The memory of the cold, forceful kiss with the demoness haunted him, sending shivers down his spine. Even now, he could still feel the icy chill on his lips as though it had left a permanent mark.

"Aiko... I'm so sorry," Myron whispered softly, his voice filled with emotion. He clenched his fists, wrestling with the feeling that he had betrayed Aiko's love and kindness. The thought of him kissing the demoness back, even if briefly, made his heart ache with shame. He didn't mean to. He hadn't wanted to. Yet, in that moment, he had been drawn into it, powerless to resist.

He sighed deeply, pushing those thoughts aside for now as his mind shifted back to the strange sensations he had experienced earlier—the brightness of the sun, the sudden weakness in his body, and the weariness he felt during training in the courtyard. His body felt off, as though something was draining him from within. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, even during his intense training sessions with Rengoku and Uzui. It nagged at him, making him feel uneasy.

Despite the embarrassment from his accidental encounter in the hot springs, Myron couldn't ignore how the women had softened toward him afterward. Even though they had been furious initially, they had come to see him as innocent and honest, treating him with surprising kindness. And then there was the mysterious, flirtatious woman with "large water balloons." She seemed to know more about him than she let on, and something about her was undeniably familiar. It was as if he had seen her before—no, *watched* her before—but he couldn't place where or when.

His thoughts soon drifted back to David's warning about Michael Jackson , the demon king of pop and and the progenitor of demonkind. The thought of encountering Michael sent a chill through him. Michael , the strongest and most dangerous demon in existence, was a being far beyond anything Myron had faced before.

"Damn... what should I do if I actually meet him in person face to face ?" Myron muttered to himself, feeling a flicker of fear rise in his chest. His hands began to tremble slightly as the enormity of the situation hit him. "If he's the strongest, how am I supposed to fight him, let alone beat him? Should I just run or...?"

David had also mentioned Tamayo and Yushiro, two demons who were different from the others—demons who had managed to retain some semblance of humanity. They were known to help the Demon Slayer Corps, and Myron hoped he could find them when he reached Asakusa.

"Okay... when I get there, I'll definitely try to find Tamayo and Yushiro. Maybe they can help me out," he said to himself, his mind spinning with possibilities. "Or maybe... I hope there's another Demon Slayer going on the same mission as me. That would definitely make things a lot easier."

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves, just as Tori, his Kasugai bird, flew through the door, her small wings flapping beside him.

"Chu chu, alright Myron, you remember what I said when we arrived, right?" Tori said in her usual tsundere tone, her eyes narrowed slightly in mock annoyance.

Myron chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly at her familiar demeanor. "Yeah, I remember, Tori. I won't stay here any longer than I need to. I'm fully aware of my mission."