Chapter 97 A Girl's Thoughts

"Kuroshibo, stop playing house. How's your investigation going?"

After a few days of slacking off in Kyoto, Iwakatsu was still given trouble by his scumbag boss. Helpless, he could only go out for a stroll.

These past few days, Tokito Yuichiro has been wandering around with Iwakatsu's money bag, while Iwakatsu, who is afraid of being seen in the light, can only go out at night.

Okay, now we can't play at night either.

Carrying the resentment of a working-class person, Iwakatsu followed the memories given to him by Muzan Kibutsuji, but to no avail.

"Hmm..."

When Iwakatsu was passing by a stone bridge, he saw Kanroji Mitsuri leaning on the bridge railing with both hands.

She was wearing a beautiful pink kimono with plum blossom patterns, but her originally beautiful pink-green gradient long hair had turned black.

The green eyes of the honey grass at Ganlu Temple stared blankly at the water, gazing at the shimmering surface under the moonlight.

Yan Sheng felt a little awkward looking at the other person's appearance; the original colors were much prettier and more attractive.

As if possessed, he stepped onto the bridge and stopped half a meter away from Kanroji Mitsuki, leaning against the bridge railing and looking up at the sky.

"Oh, you are."

Kanroji Mitsuri noticed Iwakatsu, looked up at him, and stared into Iwakatsu's eyes as he looked at Meigetsu.

Those fiery red, jewel-like eyes belonged to the person I met at the night market a few days ago.

"Hello."

Yan Sheng turned to look at her, lowered his eyes, nodded, and greeted her politely.

Hello.

Kanroji Mitsuri was also surprised that Iwakatsu would greet her. The other party was dressed like a nobleman, so why would he pay attention to a child from a middle-class family like her?

"Do you have anything... bothering you?"

Looking at the other person's restrained and depressed appearance, and considering the other person's long black hair, Yan Sheng roughly understood what was going on with the other person.

It seems the blind date mentioned in the story has happened within the last few days.

"That, sir, is..."

Kanroji Mitsuri was still a little conflicted. She awkwardly touched her black hair, which had been dyed with dye, and her eyes dimmed.

Seeing the other person's expression, Yan Sheng turned to look at the moon and spoke softly.

"Your hair color before was... very nice, why... did you dye it?"

"Eh—".

Kanroji Mitsuri turned around in surprise, her grass-green eyes widening in astonishment as she looked at Iwakatsu, and she involuntarily made a sound.

"The cherry blossoms...and the colors of the grass, are like spring...day."

"Really?! But everyone says it's strange."

Kanroji Mitsuri covered her face with her hands, not expecting to be praised so suddenly, which made her cheeks burn.

"Um, so... what are you... worried about?"

Iwakatsu turned to look at her, while Kanroji Mitsuri also calmed down, looking at the reflection on the lake. Her black braids hung down her shoulders, and her face was extremely unfamiliar.

"That's right. I went on a blind date recently, but the other person didn't seem to like my hair color, and I'm also very strong with ugly muscles, so I was rejected."

Kanroji Mitsuri smiled helplessly, her hands twisting nervously around the sleeves of her pink kimono; she was very troubled.

In order to meet someone who likes her, she changed the color of her hair, suppressed her outgoing personality, and even dared not eat her fill, feeling dizzy from hunger every day.

So if I meet someone who likes me, does that mean they don't genuinely like me? Do I have to pretend to be someone else for the rest of my life?

Iwakatsu could sense the tension in the area, and the air was unusually quiet. Iwakatsu had always felt that Kanroji Mitsuri possessed a completely different view of love than people of this era; she was confident and independent, and could quickly regain her senses even if she was swayed by the words of others.

"Then, take your time...find it."

Yan Sheng said that although he knew the other person would meet someone they liked later, he still wanted to encourage them when they were feeling down.

"A person's life is so long."

Kanroji Mitsuri paused for a moment, then broke into a bright smile and nodded happily.

Kanroji Mitsuri has figured it out. She is who she is, and she wants to find a capable husband who loves her. She doesn't need to settle; she wants to pursue her ideal love.

Thank you, sir.

Kanroji Mitsuri bowed deeply to Iwakatsu, then turned and jogged away from the bridge, following the flow of people.

After watching Kanroji Mitsuri's figure completely disappear, Iwakatsu looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky.

“I saw it.”

Tokito Ichiro's voice came from behind. Iwakatsu glanced at him and then looked away.

"Did you practice today...?"

"I've practiced, bro, you're really boring."

Tokito Yuichiro leaned against the bridge railing and followed Iwakatsu's gaze to the moon in the sky. He turned to Iwakatsu and asked him curiously, "Don't you feel uncomfortable, having to avoid the sun every day?"

"fine."

Yan Sheng said nonchalantly, "I've gotten used to this kind of life over the years."

"Okay, bro, are you done with your work?"

Tokito Ichiro had already spotted Iwakatsu and noticed that the other man was searching for something with a specific purpose.

"……Um."

Yan Shengcai remembered his mission, but then thought that he had searched for so long, so he might as well give up if he couldn't find it.

"Brother, let's go back."

Tokito Yuichiro, bored, leaned against the railing and swayed back and forth. Unlike Iwakatsu, he was human and needed to rest.

Iwakatsu responded and was about to return when he sensed the presence of a demon, accompanied by the smell of blood. He remembered that direction; it was the spot where Kanroji Mitsuri had left not long ago. Thinking of this, Iwakatsu's brows furrowed slightly.

"There's a ghost over there."

Tokito Ichiro also sensed the presence of the demon. Having spent so much time with Iwakatsu, his ability to perceive demons was comparable to that of a Pillar.

He didn't rush over rashly, but looked at Yan Sheng. After all, Yan Sheng was one of his kind, so it was better to ask for his opinion first.

"Go...".

Iwakatsu doesn't care about the life or death of these ordinary demons. After all, Muzan Kibutsuji treats them as tool demons, so don't expect him to care about their lives.

Yuichiro Tokito was full of enthusiasm, but just as he was about to rush over, he realized that he hadn't brought his wooden sword. He froze, turned to look at Iwakatsu, and his meaning was self-evident.

"..."

Iwakatsu paused for a moment, then pulled out the Hollow Crying God from his waist and handed it to the other person. Although Tokito Ichiro couldn't truly use its power, it was a better weapon than a wooden sword.

After receiving the sword, Tokito Ichiro quickly headed towards the demon, eager to test the techniques he had learned over the years.

"Be careful, the opponent's abilities."

On the streets of the town, members of two Demon Slayer Corps worked together to fend off the demons' attacks.

Kanroji Mitsuri never expected to encounter such a thing. She was just walking on the road when suddenly the person next to her was bitten by that strange creature that could not be called human.

Just as the demon approached, two men carrying swords suddenly rushed out and engaged it in combat. Kanroji Mitsuri watched helplessly as the two men gradually lost ground.

She looked around and saw a stone lying to the side. She walked over, picked it up with both hands, and, seizing the opportunity, smashed it down on the ghost's head.

"Bang—".

The moment the stone struck, the head was smashed open, and blood gushed from the gaping wound. Kanroji Mitsuri breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to check on it.

"Don't go, it's not dead yet."

Seeing Kanroji Mitsuri's actions, the man clutching his wound shouted to stop her. Kanroji Mitsuri watched as the demon's head turned 180 degrees, grinning at her, revealing clearly sharp fangs.