"Even if you're scared, you've still got to run! If you don't move now, you'll really die!"
Kanae Kocho stepped in front of Yamanaka Shinno protectively. Seeing him frozen in place for what felt like forever, she grew increasingly anxious.
As she took a small step back to prepare to strike, her heel shot out and landed squarely against Shinno's shin.
He looked down at the footprint left on the hem of his pants, frowned slightly... then chuckled softly.
In the world of Demon Slayer, it's precisely because of kind, brave people like her that these stories are so moving and powerful.
But still...
Girl, would it kill you to just look behind you for once?
I'm not standing up because some low-level demon doesn't deserve that honor, okay?
"You're so scared you've lost your mind? Men really are pitiful, disgusting creatures... That's why I love girls the most~"
Dōma pressed his palms together, resting them against his cheek as he looked at Kanae Kocho with undisguised hunger and admiration.
Such a beautiful girl—he had to savor her, slowly, bite by bite.
"...Kneel."
From his reclined position, Yamanaka Shinno propped his chin on one hand and shot a sideways glance of disgust at Dōma.
Kanae Kocho had been trying to protect what she thought was a helpless civilian, focusing all her attention on keeping Dōma at bay. Naturally, she misunderstood Shinno's stillness as fear.
But Dōma... You're looking right at me and you still dare act like I'm not here?
Thud. Thud.
Dōma collapsed to his knees, trembling, head bowed so low he didn't dare lift it even an inch. For the first time, he felt his heart utterly consumed by fear.
This wasn't a Blood Demon Art. It wasn't like the suppression from Muzan's bloodline.
No—this was pure, absolute terror. It felt like a god on high was gazing down at an insect, indifferent and cold.
And all it took... was a single glance.
In that moment, he saw the boundary between life and death. He saw a throne built from the corpses of gods and demons. He saw an endless hell, steeped in darkness and blood.
He didn't understand.
But... this was fear.
True, overwhelming fear.
A radiant gleam sparked in Dōma's eyes. For someone like him, born incapable of feeling emotions, this was a miracle—he was actually experiencing fear!
He wanted more. Desperately.
The survival instincts etched into his flesh screamed at him to stay still. But his soul—his yearning—was battling that very instinct with every breath.
"You...!"
Kanae Kocho stared in disbelief at the man now kneeling in the dirt. Her hand slapped the ground as she flipped herself backward, landing more than ten meters away.
Suppressing the chill that ran down her spine, she looked toward the man still lounging on the chair.
That terrifying aura from a moment ago—it couldn't have been human.
And with just one sentence, he'd forced Upper Rank Two to collapse and not even twitch?
Was this...
Was this the legendary Demon King?
But there was no demonic aura. And why would an Upper Rank demon fail to recognize his own king?
"Crap... Sorry, my bad. The amplification in the Primordial World Sovereign is a bit much—I haven't adjusted yet. It wasn't aimed at you."
Shinno winced and quickly got up from the chair.
All he did was apply a tiny bit of spiritual pressure—just a pinch!
He didn't even use genjutsu!
But the amplification of the Primordial World Sovereign was insane. He was the master of this world now, completely fused with it. Just a stray wisp of his aura could scramble an average person's mind.
Thank goodness Kanae Kocho was a seasoned Hashira, with strong mental fortitude.
If it had been a regular person, they probably would've pissed themselves on the spot.
"...You're human?"
Her eyes were full of fear and confusion.
"Uh, yeah, of course I am."
Shinno stepped forward and raised both hands to show he meant no harm.
Sure, he'd ascended to the level of a dimensional demon god, and his body was now one with the world—but he still had all the necessary human organs.
That still counted as human, right?
"Stay back!"
Kanae instinctively raised her Nichirin Blade in front of her and stepped back again.
With that panicked look in her eyes, you'd think she was facing off against some lecherous criminal.
...
"Divine One~!"
A familiar voice rang out.
From the portal to the Naruto world, Tsunade, Kushina, Uchiha Hikari, the shrine maiden Miroku, and a hobbling Jiraiya supporting Orochimaru all stepped through.
They saw Kanae and Shinno facing off in front of a cottage—and nearby, Dōma was still kneeling on the ground, shaking uncontrollably.
Jiraiya rubbed his chin, his curious look slowly morphing into one of... perverse intrigue.
"If this were a novel, it'd go like this: the loving couple returns to visit their hometown, only to be ambushed by bandits. The cowardly husband drops to his knees, begging them to spare his devoted wife... But the bandits have other ideas..."
"Shut up! Go ask Orochimaru to turn you into material if you want inspiration that bad."
Shinno gave him a glare.
What the hell kind of NTR plotline was that?
Loving couple on a homecoming trip? You can go be in love with Dōma if you're so into it!
...
"Every time I see you, Shinno-kun, there's always some unexpected surprise."
Orochimaru supported her belly with one hand, snake-like eyes glowing with excitement as she scanned the kneeling man and the unconscious blonde woman lying outside the cottage.
The pheromones coming off both were drastically different from normal humans.
They'd make for excellent research specimens!
"That one's yours. He's got incredible vitality—just don't let him bite anyone. As for her, don't touch. The abnormal aura is from demonic flesh. If you want to study demons, head through the portal labeled 'Claymore.' You'll definitely find something."
Shinno pointed casually at Dōma, then gestured toward another gate labeled "Claymore." As an afterthought, he scribbled "Demon Slayer" onto the gate behind him.
...
"Jiraiya."
Orochimaru turned to him, lips curling as she bit her lower lip suggestively.
"Right! On it! Just wait for me!"
Jiraiya jolted upright, eyes shining, and rolled up his sleeves as he dashed into the Claymore world.
Smack!
Tsunade slapped her forehead. This world might be better off just being destroyed.
She prided herself on being open-minded.
But this kind of suggestive flirting from Orochi-Hime? It was too much even for her.
...
"Divine One~"
Shrine maiden Miroku gazed in awe at the fantastical scene before her.
Her eyes, already full of reverence, now blazed with fanatical devotion.
"What's her deal?"
Shinno shivered and rubbed his arm, now covered in goosebumps, as he turned to Tsunade and Uchiha Hikari.
Kushina had retired and been spending all her time with him lately.
If he didn't know something, there was no point asking her.
"The Land of Demons worships shrine maidens, and the shrine maidens worship you. Shikaku said it'd help calm the public and restore order faster."
Tsunade replied offhandedly.
Meanwhile, Orochimaru had already crouched beside the man still trembling in the dirt, examining him with fascination.
Tsunade decided she wanted no part of that, and turned to the woman lying outside the cottage—Teresa.
Blonde hair, silver eyes, porcelain skin, stunning curves, and...
Thick thighs. Very thick thighs.
Time to see what's going on here!
...
"Hmph~"
Uchiha Hikari hugged her tablet tightly to her chest, giving Shinno a pout as she walked over to stand beside him.
He'd left her behind and gone off with Kushina?
Weren't they supposed to go everywhere together?
Liar. Big liar!
...
"Divine One?! Divine One~! Please! Please let me feel it again...!"
Dōma's eyes lit up when he heard Miroku call Shinno that.
Having truly felt how insignificant he was, and recognizing the overwhelming majesty of the being before him, he no longer doubted.
He completely ignored the hand Orochi-Hime had just shoved into his chest.
Looking up with a face full of longing, he begged Shinno to let him feel that elusive, human emotion again.
...
"Over two hundred years old, yet all internal organs are still young. What a fine specimen."
Orochimaru withdrew her hand.
Watching the hole in Dōma's chest rapidly heal, her smile grew even wider.
Forming a quick hand seal, she knocked him out with a genjutsu, then peeled off layers of skin from her arm, revealing pale, delicate fingers.
Gulp.
Kanae Kocho swallowed hard.
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