Ghost Slayer: My Wife Kanao

The girl's figure moved like a dancing butterfly, her graceful posture imbued with a fatal lethality. The young man under the bamboo hat lowered his eyes, lightly resting his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The howling wind was accompanied by the slight sound of insects. The girl's sword was already in front of her. At the same moment, his sword unsheathed.

A fiery red arc cut through the air.

"Clang!"

There was a metallic crash in the air. Two swords intersected. The blades collided, bursting out golden sparks, and the faces of the two combatants drew near to each other.

A pair of golden eyes met a pair of purple eyes, both staring intently at each other.

"Damn it," the girl muttered, cold killing intent written across her serious and delicate face. Especially when her purple eyes fell on the Nichirin Blade in Sam's hand, the coldness in her gaze deepened, tinged with sadness.

As everyone knows, Nichirin Blades are the standard equipment for members of the Demon Slayer Corps. An extra Nichirin Blade in the hands of this ghost meant the death of a companion.

The young man under the bamboo hat remained silent, saying nothing, but the hand holding the sword's hilt suddenly exerted force.

"Boom..."

In just a split second, Shinobu Kochou felt a massive force coming through the Nichirin Blade she held tightly. She, already at a disadvantage in terms of strength, couldn't resist this powerful force and was immediately sent flying backward.

Sam clenched the hilt of his sword, squatted down, and lowered his body.

"Boom."

His feet slammed into the ground. He followed like a cannonball, the Nichirin Blade in his hand cutting through the air without mercy or hesitation.

"Damn it," Shinobu muttered, biting her red lips with her white teeth. Facing the approaching ghost, she could only hold the hilt of her sword tightly. The white scabbard was gripped firmly in her hand, and her breathing was controlled.

'Breath of Insects: Dance of the Butterflies: Captivating'

Her slender figure, flying backward, suddenly began to change, moving gracefully like a butterfly, dodging Sam's fatal strike. At the same time, in the blink of an eye, the Nichirin Blade in the girl's hand executed five consecutive thrusts.

The speed was incredible, and almost every thrust pierced the skin of the young man in front of her. However, Sam was unmoved. The Nichirin Blade in his hand continued to open and close, cutting toward Shinobu.

The swords of the two met again in the air, but Shinobu, who was at a disadvantage due to her weaker strength, struggled. Sam didn't know much about swordsmanship, and his attack method was simple and brutal. Moreover, the most important thing was that he could only attack and not defend, so he was injured in many places by Shinobu's hit-and-run tactics during the short fight.

Sometimes, even when facing situations where both parties could suffer, his golden eyes didn't blink.

After this exchange, Shinobu was forced to retreat repeatedly, inwardly despairing.

Although Shinobu had made significant progress in medicine and pharmacy, her efforts to extract toxins from wisteria flowers to specifically kill ghosts were still in the experimental stage. Therefore, at this moment, her Nichirin Blade was not coated with the wisteria poison that could kill ghosts.

As a result, she was only able to inflict minor injuries on the ghost by stabbing its skin with her Nichirin Blade. But with a ghost's body, such ordinary minor injuries were not injuries at all.

On the contrary, Shinobu found herself short of breath under Sam's relentless and powerful attacks, forced into a panic.

Another sword strike barely blocked the ghost's Nichirin Blade, but the overwhelming strength still surged through the blade, causing Shinobu's breath to quicken, and her chest to feel incredibly stuffy.

Retreating quickly, Shinobu skillfully relieved the immense force while preparing to move again. However, this time, the boy under the bamboo hat suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed her directly.

"Go to hell," she muttered, suppressing the overwhelming anger in her chest. The Nichirin Blade in her hand slashed at the ghostly hand reaching for her.

She thought the ghost would retreat, but found that it had no intention of doing so.

"Clang..."

The Nichirin Blade struck the ghost's hand, but instead of cutting it off as expected, it encountered hard resistance.

"What..."

Shinobu stared, her purple eyes wide in disbelief. She realized that the ghost's hand was glowing with a golden metal sheen, and the place where the Nichirin Blade had just struck was undamaged.

In Shinobu's brief moment of distraction, the ghost's hand had already grabbed her face.

"Ruined..."

The girl thought sadly. She had been working hard all along, but she still found herself lacking in many areas. Although she was prepared to be killed by the ghost, she never thought death would come so soon.

"Clang!"

The metallic sound rang out again, and a Nichirin Blade intervened, blocking the ghost's hand. It was Kanae Kochou, who had been watching from the sidelines, who intervened.

"Exhale..."

Shinobu took the opportunity to retreat, landing lightly behind her sister. Her haori fluttered in the wind. Under the moonlight, the girl's messy short black hair was blown by the breeze, and her panting, pretty face stared at the ghost in the black hat before her.

"Sister, this ghost is very powerful," Shinobu said, biting her red lips with her white teeth. Her beautiful eyes were full of fear.

Kanae Kochou remained silent, her fair hand quietly holding the hilt of her sword. From the beginning to the end, her other Nichirin Blade had not been drawn, even when she blocked the ghost's attack with her scabbard.

The young man under the bamboo hat withdrew his hand, flipped several times, and landed on a courtyard wall. The gentle moonlight illuminated his figure.

He looked at Kanae silently. "You don't seem to have any intention of killing me?"

He tilted his head and looked at the gentle girl, as described in the anime, this was an 'excessively gentle' woman.

Kanae Kochou.