In Demon Slayer With Heavenly Insight

T/N; Now that we are reaching 25 chapters it would be nice if you guys can provide review.

Dont forget the powerstones

Also there will be a bonus chapter when collections reach 200

Chapter 22: Trouble

It seems that the Twelve Kizuki are not very friendly towards their subordinates.

They discipline their followers harshly, often resorting to executing them for the slightest failures.

Not nearly as considerate as the Demon Slayers.

As a good young man of the modern era, Ren despised such tyrannical leaders.

Without hesitation, Ren kicked the door open!

The loud noise immediately alerted all the demons inside.

"Human?!"

The demons turned to face Ren, their expressions tense as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

They exchanged wary glances, the atmosphere thick with unease.

The sound of metal scraping filled the air.

The masked Ren slowly unsheathed his Nichirin Sword, releasing a powerful aura that enveloped the entire room.

"Is he a Hashira?!"

A headless demon, startled, exclaimed, "How did he make it to the top of the mountain?!"

While keeping an eye on Ren, Rokuro surveyed the door and relaxed when he saw no one else outside.

"Rokuro-sama had reported that the intruder would be a woman accompanied by a team of Demon Slayers."

The masked man in black standing before them didn't fit the description.

"He's not a Hashira."

Rokuro's mood shifted instantly. A cruel smile spread across his face.

"Must be a little lamb that got lost, right?"

"Not a Hashira?"

Hearing this, the other demons relaxed visibly.

"Ha! I thought it was someone powerful. Turns out it's just a weakling!"

"I'm feeling a little hungry anyway."

"Look at those thin arms and legs. This guy won't even be a snack!"

The room erupted in laughter.

To them, if their opponent wasn't a Hashira, then any other member of the Demon Slayer Corps was as good as food.

"But I didn't expect a meal to just walk in like this!"

The spider demon hanging upside down from the ceiling sneered at the drunkard demon pinned to the wall.

"Hey, Old Guan, is this the takeaway you ordered?"

"How could it—"

Before Old Guan could finish, a cold light flashed across the room.

In an instant, Ren's figure appeared behind him, his Nichirin Sword already raised.

"Now," Ren said calmly, "can someone listen to me?"

Silence.

The room fell into a deathly hush.

The demons stared, stunned.

A moment ago, Old Guan had been grinning smugly. Now, his severed head lay on the ground.

Ren's attack had been so swift that none of the demons could react.

This wasn't just any slayer—this was a Hashira-level fighter!

The spider demon was the first to recover and immediately launched its Blood Demon Art: Spider Web Restraint!

As long as Ren touched the webbing, he would be poisoned by its venom—a poison so potent even a Hashira would collapse.

The spider demon smirked, imagining its moment of revenge.

But to its shock, Ren vanished the moment the blood demon art was activated.

"Look up!" one demon shouted.

The others quickly looked toward the ceiling.

Ren had somehow broken through the roof and was now airborne.

A deep voice echoed from above.

"Bee's Breath, Second Form: Poison Vortex."

With the wisteria flowers he carried, Ren moved at an incredible speed, releasing the potent aroma of the flowers to paralyze the demons.

"Bee's Breath, Third Form: Dance of Death!"

Ren's speed surged, and before the demons could recover, he severed their necks one by one.

It all happened in an instant.

From the moment Ren drew his sword to the last swing, only two seconds had passed.

But just as Ren finished, Rokuro, who had been observing quietly, suddenly attacked.

Blood coated Rokuro's hands, his strength surging with violent energy.

"Success!"

Another demon joined the attack, rushing toward Ren.

Splat!

Blood splattered as Rokuro fell to his knees, clutching his severed hands.

"How is this possible?!" Rokuro gasped in disbelief.

"Nothing is impossible," Ren's voice, cold and unforgiving, sounded in his ears.

Ren's blade hovered over Rokuro's neck, its presence suffocating.

The demons' eyes filled with fear.

They had just witnessed something unimaginable.

The man in black had seemed exhausted a moment ago, yet now he moved with renewed vigor.

Rokuro's Blood Demon Art had been interrupted mid-cast, and his hands had been severed in a single strike.

The purple pustules growing from his wounds were proof of the wisteria poison. Regeneration was impossible.

"This can't be happening!" Rokuro screamed, collapsing under the pain.

Ren didn't waste the opportunity. With a swift movement, he severed Rokuro's legs entirely, leaving him crippled.

The Lower Moon Two screamed in agony, "This is impossible!"

Ren smirked.

"I've coated my blade with a high concentration of wisteria poison. Let's see you recover from this."

Ren moved to finish the job, but Rokuro suddenly shouted: "What are you waiting for?!"

Ren hesitated, then struck, severing Rokuro's neck.

But at that moment, a violent impact struck where Ren had stood moments earlier.

The decapitated Rokuro yelled: "Mukago! Why didn't you act sooner?!"

"I-I didn't realize how fast he was!"

A new figure appeared—a demon with snow-white hair, sharp features, and tearful scarlet eyes.

One of Her eyes bore the kanji and number for Lower Moon Four.

Two members of the Twelve Kizuki?

Ren kept his distance, assessing the situation.

Mukago, the newcomer, apologized profusely to Rokuro's severed head.

The scene was so absurd that Ren couldn't help but feel annoyed.

"Alright," a strange voice interrupted, "since your head's already been chopped off, just accept it and die peacefully."

Another demon had entered the room.

This one was tall, thin, and covered in grotesque scars.

Its eyes bore the kanji and the number of Lower Moon Three.

"Lower Moon Three… Wakarabe," Ren muttered, his grip on his blade tightening.

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T/N:What did I say

There was really another chapter.