"Mm! Mmm!"
At the same time, at the Tokyo Movie Studio, in a basement unknown to anyone, three women were hanging suspended in mid-air.
These three women all appeared to be in their twenties, with beautiful features and voluptuous figures.
It was worth mentioning that the person who had hung them here possessed quite superb rope-binding skills.
If it were an ordinary person, they would probably just wrap rope around their bodies haphazardly and hang them up, but she didn't do that.
On the three women before her, each person's binding method was completely different—all three had their own distinct poses, highly ornamental.
So, what kind of person could possess such high-level binding expertise?
On the seat before the three, Ume—dressed in splendid attire—sat with her legs crossed, leisurely relaxing.
She held a long whip, chin slightly raised, examining the three hanging before her with a haughty expression.
"Still unwilling to talk? Who exactly sent you?"
"Mm! Mmm!"
Although their bodies had long been tortured to exhaustion, upon hearing Ume's interrogation, the three hanging women still firmly shook their heads simultaneously.
"Hmph, truly resolute wills..."
To this, Ume simply sneered coldly.
Then she suddenly raised her hand and mercilessly struck one of them with the weapon in her hand.
"Mm!"
The three were currently gagged and unable to speak. Nevertheless, when they saw one of them being whipped, the other two still let out concerned whimpering sounds.
"You really have excellent bonds, but the scent of blood in your bodies shows you're not biological sisters, and there's that same male scent on all of you... As expected, you three should all be some man's wives, right?"
Sitting in her chair with one hand propping up her chin, appreciating the sisterly affection before her with great interest, Ume suddenly smiled.
"How interesting. I never expected that even in this era, there would still be a man in your Demon Slayer Corps who could take three wives? Isn't he afraid of being charged with bigamy?"
The moment Ume's words fell, expressions of shock simultaneously appeared in the depths of the three women's eyes.
Clearly, they were surprised that she could see through their origins at a glance.
"What's so surprising about that?"
Ume scoffed and casually explained:
"Recently you Demon Slayers have been running around Tokyo City like a bunch of rats, annoying as hell. Among them, two who didn't know any better happened to run right into me and got killed.
I guessed back then that you would definitely send more people afterward, so I've been waiting here for you..."
Actually, killing those two Demon Slayers earlier wasn't Ume's own idea.
After all, Sister Mitsuba had given orders at the time to avoid conflicts with those Demon Slayers in Tokyo City as much as possible, to avoid them if she could.
She was purely unlucky—those two Demon Slayers happened to be her fans, using the opportunity of searching the movie studio to secretly come see her.
Perhaps Ume's sleep schedule, different from normal humans, triggered the Demon Slayers' sensitive nerves.
In any case, during the process of gathering intelligence around the movie studio, these two gradually grew suspicious of Ume's identity.
With no other choice, she could only choose to deal with them before they could pass further intelligence back.
"Speaking of which, that man of yours is really bold. Knowing there are demons hiding in this movie studio, he still dared to send his wives who don't know Breathing Techniques here to die?
What, does he think I'm vegetarian?
Or could it be that you three are all just disposable members of his harem that he can abandon at any time, so he wouldn't feel heartbroken even if you died?"
"Mm?!"
This time, the three women's whimpering was filled with anger.
"Well, whatever~ I can't be bothered to understand these troublesome human romances.
In any case, as long as you three disappear, the Demon Slayer Corps will definitely send more people.
When the time comes, after killing one or two Hashira, this identity of mine will be about ready to be abandoned..."
Muttering to herself, Ume raised her hand to touch her cheek.
Her current identity as "Ume" was already in her thirties. In a few more years, she would be a forty-year-old auntie.
This was unacceptable to Ume, who was naturally fond of beauty.
She had already decided to use this opportunity of the Demon Slayer Corps coming to the movie studio to search for people to arrange the "accidental death" of "Ume"—such as being accidentally caught in a demon's attack or something—making it impossible for those Demon Slayer Corps people to investigate.
Then she would smoothly switch to a completely new, young identity and continue living the life she wanted.
Perfect~
"Alright, that's it. You three just keep hanging here for now. I still have several scenes to shoot tonight, so I won't accompany you here any longer.
Don't worry, you won't be hanging for long. When I get hungry, I'll definitely come right back to eat you."
"Mm! Mmmm!"
"..."
Just as Uzui Tengen's three wives were being hung up and tortured by Ume, he was also conducting some unique training on Tanjiro's group.
"All three of you listen well! I am God! You are trash!
Those who want to carry out missions with me must keep these words firmly in mind!
If I tell you to be dogs, you must turn yourselves into dogs! If I tell you to be monkeys, you must turn yourselves into monkeys!
You must constantly bow and scrape, rubbing your little hands while trying to guess my thoughts! Devote yourselves wholeheartedly to flattering me!
Let me emphasize one last time! I am God! Understood?!"
Facing Uzui Tengen's obviously deranged speech, among the three, Zenitsu immediately put on a dead fish eye expression.
[This guy is mentally retarded, right?]
"Hah? What god? Are you mentally retarded?"
Beside him, the expressionless Genya unceremoniously voiced exactly what he was thinking.
[Genya?!]
Zenitsu was greatly shocked by this, turning to look at him in disbelief.
[How can you just say that out loud?! This retard will definitely kill us!]
And what shocked him even more was that Tanjiro suddenly raised his hand and loudly asked:
"Lord Tengen! May I ask what exactly you are the god of?"
[What are you doing, Tanjiro?! How did you get on the same wavelength as him?!]
"Excellent question! I am the God of Flashy Festivals!"
Uzui Tengen said, suddenly striking a handsome pose.
"I see! The God of Festivals!"
Tanjiro immediately applauded, his eyes clear.
"Tch, retard..."
Genya curled his lip in disdain.
Mouth agape, blankly watching this bizarre scene unfold before him, Zenitsu suddenly felt like he was the only normal person left in the world.
The young him suddenly began to worry about the future of their mission...