The reason people have this misunderstanding is mainly because humans in this world are somewhat... pitiful.
Aside from Breathing Techniques, humans don't possess any special abilities.
Demons, on the other hand, are immortal, possess healthy bodies, and wield Blood Demon Arts.
They can't go out in the sun and must eat human flesh, but the benefits far outweigh the drawbacks.
Over thousands of years, humans have struggled endlessly against demons.
Of course, this doesn't include one blatant cheater.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni.
This man was completely unreasonable.
The kind of existence that broke all logic.
He was born with the ability to use Breathing Techniques and see the See-Through World.
He was also the first swordsman to awaken the Demon Slayer Mark.
Other swordsmen who awakened the Mark died before the age of twenty-five.
Yoriichi lived past eighty.
Before him, no demon slayer could even use Breathing Techniques.
After him, humans learned them.
Because he created them.
Since humans only had Breathing Techniques and nothing else, people assumed this world lacked mystery.
But from a demon's perspective, that wasn't true at all.
Blood Demon Arts alone proved the existence of supernatural power.
A world where spatial shifting and teleportation existed couldn't be considered mundane.
There was a second reason for this misconception.
The combat power here was weak.
Even though demons had Blood Demon Arts, their destructive power was limited.
Take Nura: Rise of the Yokai Clan as an example.
Yokai wield fear.
Humans wield spiritual power.
Both sides use techniques far more elaborate than Breathing Techniques.
Their battles often cause massive destruction.
When Abe no Seimei returned from hell through Hagoromo Gitsune and swung the King of Demons' hammer, he nearly destroyed all of Kyoto in one strike.
That kind of power was terrifying.
In contrast, Blood Demon Arts couldn't even destroy a building, let alone a city.
That was why people thought this world lacked mystery.
But ghosts existed here.
Demons existed.
Blood Demon Arts varied endlessly.
This world was not as shallow as people believed.
Just the existence of ghosts alone proved it.
If ghosts existed, then hell probably did too.
Otherwise, this world would have been overrun long ago.
As for why some ghosts refused to leave, it was likely due to lingering attachments.
Sabito and Makomo were perfect examples.
After death, they stayed by the Water Hashira's side.
Why the Underworld didn't send messengers to retrieve these ghosts-
Emiya had no idea.
This was his first time here.
Still, even if the mystery level wasn't low, it wasn't high either.
It wasn't comparable to worlds like Inuyasha, Shōnen Onmyōji, or Nura: Rise of the Yokai Clan.
No one here could threaten him.
That included Muzan Kibutsuji.
These thoughts passed through Emiya's mind the moment he saw the Hand Demon.
It felt long.
In reality, it took two or three seconds.
The Hand Demon was chewing on the corpse of the man in red.
When Emiya suddenly appeared in front of it, it blinked.
"You don't even have a sword," it sneered. "Here to die?"
Emiya ignored it and looked up.
The dense forest completely blocked the sky.
No sunlight reached this area.
No wonder the Hand Demon could move freely even during the day.
He glanced at the corpse and understood most of what had happened.
Not long ago, the man in red, the ghost he had killed, and a woman named Shizune had participated in the Final Selection.
The man in red was likely Shizune's companion.
The three encountered the Hand Demon and were overwhelmed.
They fled.
The ghost probably sacrificed Shizune to escape.
The plan worked.
But the man in red discovered the truth.
Enraged, he killed the ghost.
Then he returned here for revenge.
And became food instead.
That was Emiya's conclusion.
It might not be perfect.
But it was close.
The Hand Demon noticed Emiya staring into space and laughed.
"I get it. You're an idiot who came here to die."
"I'm full, but you can be a snack later-"
Before it finished speaking, the arms wrapped around its body shot out toward Emiya's head.
Swoosh.
The Dragon of Greed appeared behind Emiya.
Its tail lashed out.
The extended arms were severed instantly.
"What... is that?"
The Hand Demon stared blankly at the dragon above Emiya.
It felt a power it had never encountered before.
"How can a human have-"
Arms burst forth again, grabbing toward the dragon.
"Die!"
Emiya's eyebrows twitched.
It wasn't stupid.
It knew how to struggle.
Unfortunately, it was too weak.
The Dragon of Greed weaved through the attacks with ease.
In an instant, it appeared in front of the Hand Demon.
It opened its mouth.
And swallowed it whole.
The Hand Demon didn't even have time to scream.
A powerful life force surged into Emiya through the Dragon of Greed.
Emiya nodded slightly.
Demons gained immense vitality after receiving Muzan's blood.
As long as they weren't exposed to sunlight or slain by Nichirin blades, they didn't die.
Even decapitation wasn't always fatal.
Their life force far surpassed humans.
This Hand Demon had devoured dozens of people.
It wasn't a Twelve Kizuki, but it was still a minor boss.
Its vitality was naturally immense.
Emiya refined the absorbed life force and converted it into Aura.
When he opened his eyes again, the sun had already set.
Night had fallen.
The mountain's cold aura thickened.
Faint screams and clashing blades echoed in the distance.
Nighttime.
The demons had begun moving.
Emiya stood and stretched.
It was time to work.
To him, demons were tonics.
He activated Observation Haki.
Everything within several hundred meters came into view.
One demon after another.
Swoosh.
He picked a direction.
With Nen reinforcing his body, he shot forward like lightning.
In just over a dozen breaths, he reached a demon.
The forest slowed him.
Otherwise, he would have been even faster.
This demon was fighting a Demon Slayer.
Emiya didn't hesitate.
The Dragon of Greed lunged.
The demon vanished into its mouth.
The swordsman stumbled backward and collapsed in shock.
Emiya ignored him.
He locked onto the next target and vanished.
See demon.
Swallow demon.
This was the Final Selection.
Aside from the Hand Demon, most demons here were weak.
Many had been captured and thrown in.
But they were still excellent sources of life force.
Emiya wasn't letting any escape.
In minutes, seven or eight demons were gone.
At this pace, he would wipe out Mount Fujikasane in a single night.
It would completely ruin the Final Selection.
Emiya didn't care.
Half an hour passed.
Demons became scarce.
He was too fast.
With Nen, he moved like the wind.
The Dragon of Greed was too overwhelming.
One lunge.
One bite.
No resistance.
Observation Haki ensured nothing within range escaped.
His efficiency was absurd.
He didn't need the entire night.
In a few hours, every demon would be dead.
After killing the twenty-seventh demon, Emiya locked onto the twenty-eighth.
He flew toward it.
Halfway there, the presence vanished.
No.
It hadn't fled.
It had been killed by someone else.
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