"What is that creature?!"
The Pig-headed Boy, looking like a country bumpkin in the city, stared at the giant train before him, shouting in exaggerated alarm.
"That's the one, isn't it? The so-called Lord of the Land..."
"The ruler of this place."
Inosuke's Pig Head was sweating: "This length and oppressive aura, there's no mistake. It seems to be asleep now, but we can't be careless."
Zenitsu said speechlessly, "That's a train, don't you know?"
"Shh! Calm down! I'll attack first!" Inosuke watched the train warily, as if hunting.
"No, you're the one who needs to calm down!"
Tanjirou said with a serious expression, "It could also be the guardian spirit of this land, and it's not good to suddenly attack."
Zenitsu angrily said, "You two bumpkins! I can't reason with you!"
Noticing the strange looks from those around her, Mizuki quietly moved away from the trio.
"Is that so? The Flame Hashira has already boarded the Mugen Train."
The Kasugai Crow, Yukisuzume, perched on Mizuki's arm, said, "Yes, Lady Mizuki."
Mizuki nodded slightly and released it, "I understand."
"Boar Rush!"
Inosuke suddenly charged and slammed into the train.
"Enough already! Miss Mizuki, please help!" Zenitsu looked at Mizuki in despair.
"What are you doing!" A station police officer maintaining order nearby heard the commotion and came over.
"Oh no!"
"idiot! Hide your sword quickly!"
...Mizuki quietly left the group and went to the platform to buy tickets.
When she returned, The Three Little Ones were quietly squatting in a corner, looking like abandoned puppies.
Seeing Mizuki return, they all looked up in unison.
They weakly called out, "Miss Mizuki..."
What's wrong with you... are you stray dogs?
Mizuki sighed and handed them their tickets one by one.
"Get on, the train is about to depart."
"Oh."
Boarding the train, the few of them looked around like bumpkins, and Inosuke wanted to touch everything.
"Oh! We're inside the monster's belly! Let the battle begin!"
"Shut up, idiot!"
It was quite lively.
Mizuki pondered for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at Inosuke, a subtle aura emanating from her.
Inosuke shivered all over and instantly turned around: "What's going on? Who?!"
Mizuki raised an eyebrow slightly; what keen perception.
Tanjirou's sense of smell, Zenitsu's hearing, Inosuke's sense of touch, and Kanao's vision.
These individuals all possess excellent perceptive abilities.
Inosuke vigilantly scanned his surroundings: "I have a bad feeling. It felt like some dangerous monster was just peeking."
Mizuki breathed a sigh of relief; at least he wasn't shouting anymore.
"What?! What monster?!" Hearing Inosuke's words, Zenitsu cried out in terror.
"Ah!"
Mizuki: "..."
What was she doing just now?
Mizuki sighed and said to Tanjirou, "Let's go, don't mind these two idiots."
"Ha..." Tanjirou chuckled dryly.
The train was sparse and not very crowded at night.
It was Mizuki's first time on a train. She must have ridden one in her previous life, but this was her first time in this life, and she always felt a sense of disconnect from the surrounding time and space.
Mizuki walked forward, and a passionate voice rang out ahead.
"Delicious! Delicious!"
Tanjirou exclaimed in surprise, "It's Mr. Rengoku!"
As the two approached, the Flame Hashira, Rengoku Kyojuro, was heartily eating his dinner.
Tanjirou stepped forward: "Mr. Rengoku?"
"Delicious!" Rengoku Kyojuro turned his head, in high spirits.
Rengoku Kyojuro's eyes widened: "Oh! Isn't that Miss Mizuki and Gukuchi Boy?"
Gukuchi... Gukuchi... Tanjirou cried out in despair: "My surname is Kamado!"
Rengoku Kyojuro crossed his arms: "Gukuchi Boy, congratulations on becoming a Hashira!"
"Ah, thank you."
Another one who doesn't listen to reason.
Mizuki's mouth twitched. She really wasn't good at dealing with these energetic people.
It wasn't that she disliked them, but she preferred quiet over activity.
Mizuki said indifferently, "Tanjirou, you chat with Mr. Rengoku. I'll go check the front."
"Understood."
Leaving the two, Mizuki walked towards the front of the train.
Upper Rank Three, Akaza.
He should be a martial artist with powerful combat abilities. This has been confirmed from her memories of her previous life and from the daughter of the Shinto-ryu dojo master.
She just didn't know if he had arrived yet.
Mizuki looked around the carriage but didn't feel any obvious abnormalities.
Speaking of which, this mission was about dozens of people disappearing on the train.
That didn't sound like his style at all.
Mizuki walked forward, deep in thought, when a figure suddenly appeared before her.
A sallow, emaciated Attendant stopped her: "Miss, the front is the driver's cabin, you can't go in."
There was no need to hide her identity anymore; Tanjirou had already grown stronger, so Mizuki merely habitually covered her mouth and nose with a cloth strip.
Because this time, she was going to face one of the top-ranked Upper Ranks, Mizuki wanted to slay him here if possible.
Upper Ranks, especially those at the forefront, couldn't be created casually, even if Muzan intended to.
Killing one would increase their chances of victory in the decisive battle.
The Attendant before her exuded an aura of decay and dejection.
Mizuki's eyes narrowed slightly: "I understand."
She turned and left, her brows slightly furrowed.
Something was indeed wrong.
This guy... had a very faint demonic aura, proving that he had been in contact with a demon.
But would that martial artist really make contact with humans?
She seemed to have missed some information.
Could it be that the enemy this time wasn't Upper Rank Three?
Or had the plot changed?
Mizuki returned to the original carriage, and the noise immediately resumed in her ears.
Zenitsu Agatsuma cried, tears streaming down his face: "No! I want to get off!"
"Sigh."
Mizuki sighed, sat to the side, crossed her long legs, propped her cheek with her hand, and quietly gazed out the window with her head tilted.
Before long, the strange Attendant arrived at the carriage.
"Please show your tickets."
"Here." Everyone promptly presented theirs.
Mizuki watched expressionlessly as everyone's heads bobbed after their tickets were clipped, looking exactly like students dozing off in class.
The numb-faced Attendant came closer: "Miss, please show your ticket."
Mizuki glanced at him indifferently and handed over her ticket.
The Attendant gently clipped a corner, and a strange fluctuation suddenly struck.
Mizuki's expression was momentarily dazed, then immediately cleared.
It was indeed a Blood Demon Art.
But... was it a Lower Rank?
The strength of the Blood Demon Art was clearly insufficient.
The Attendant, who had passed Mizuki and was walking behind her, instinctively turned back to investigate, only to see that the person behind him had actually stood up.
"Miss, you..."
"Hm?" Mizuki turned her head slightly, her crimson eyes clearly visible.
"Is something wrong?"
The Attendant's heart tightened, his face filled with terror: "No... nothing."
Mizuki averted her gaze, walked past Tanjirou and the others, who were clearly asleep, and headed towards the front carriage.
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