Demon Slayer: I am a Demon

Chapter 60 Why shed tears over this?

Chapter 60 Why shed tears over this? (2/5)

"Are your father and mother really... gone?"

"Gone? Does that mean dead?"

Kanao tilted her head and looked at Nezuko: "If that's the case, then she's dead."

Kanao said calmly that she had no lingering feelings for that so-called "home" she once knew.

Such an answer was perhaps too heavy for Neneko, who was criticizing Kanao.

Nedouzi never expected this outcome.

My heart is blocked.

"I'm sorry."

Nezuko almost immediately bowed and apologized to Kanao.

At this moment, Midouzi was filled with guilt. How could she say such heartless and hurtful words?

I wonder how much pain and sadness the other person felt when they heard my accusations.

Thinking about all this, Midouzi felt very heavy-hearted.

Kanao looked at the girl who kept apologizing to her with some confusion, not understanding the reason.

However, Kanao didn't care too much. For Kanao, all she cared about now was how to pick the flowers, and preferably pick the blue spider lilies that her uncle needed as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know any of this: I shouldn't have—I shouldn't have said that."

Ni Douzi felt very guilty.

Kanao tilted her head and glanced at Nezuko, then ignored her and continued searching for flowers around her.

Watching Kanao walk into the distance, picking flowers, Mizuko hesitated for a moment, then picked up a small bamboo basket and followed her.

Kanao glanced at Nezuko, who had followed her, before continuing to focus intently on searching for flowers.

Seeing Kanao pick another bunch of flowers from a grave, Mizuko hesitated to speak.

"Hey—are you picking flowers?"

"Nian Douzi asked in a low voice."

When Kanao tilted her head to look at her, Nezuko immediately smiled, and two cute little dimples appeared on her pretty cheeks.

However, Kanao only glanced at Nezuko and ignored her. In fact, she felt that Nezuko was a bit annoying and was disturbing her from picking flowers for her uncle.

"actually----"

Watching Kanao continue picking flowers on the grave, Mizuko hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Actually, picking flowers here isn't very auspicious. This is where the dead are buried, and picking flowers here—well, how should I put it—is just unlucky—"

"If you want to pick flowers, you can go to other places."

Kanao turned to the side, tilting her head slightly as she looked at the beans. She didn't understand anything about good or bad luck; she only knew that her uncle had asked her to pick them, that they were what her uncle needed.

So, she only glanced at the beans before silently continuing to pick flowers.

Seeing Kanao continue picking flowers, and even climb up her grandmother's grave to pick a bunch of flowers, Mizuko didn't know what to say for a moment.

Mizuko naturally disliked Kanao climbing her grandmother's grave, but considering Kanao's past and her own father's impending departure, how could she possibly blame her for the grief of losing a loved one?

"Let me pick some for you too."

Mizuko also picked a flower and went to Kanao's side, putting it into Kanao's small basket: "Don't be sad, even though Dad, Mom—sigh, why am I saying all this?"

Kanao looked at the flowers in the basket, then glanced up at Mizuko, and then continued searching for flowers.

"By the way, what are you going to do with these flowers?"

Ni Douzi followed beside him, somewhat curious.

Kanao did not answer.

For a peer who had lost both their father and mother, Midouzi wasn't annoyed by the other person's lack of response; in fact, she felt pity and a sense of shared suffering, because—

She is also about to lose her father.

"Are you picking so many flowers to offer as a sacrifice to your father and mother?"

Kanao remained silent.

"Actually, I can understand how you feel. Your father and mother are gone, you must be very sad. I really understand, because my father is seriously ill and may also—"

"You must miss your father and mother very much, that's why you picked so many flowers to visit them, right?"

"I'm here today to visit my grandma. She used to be very kind to me. She would bring me konpeito (Japanese candy). Do you know konpeito? It's that kind of sparkly candy that looks like little stars—"

Perhaps it was because she was the eldest daughter and had to shoulder the responsibilities of the eldest daughter at home, trying her best to take care of her younger brother and sister and do housework. Even if she was sad inside, Midouzi had to try to smile. At this moment, when she met someone her age, someone who would later share the same plight, she unconsciously opened up about what was on her mind.

Mi Douzi rambled on, her beautiful eyes slightly tinged with sadness: "Dad, his health is getting worse and worse. Last night he told me that he probably doesn't have much time left—"

Midouzi had intended to tell her grandmother at the cemetery about the sadness that had been weighing on her heart, but with another person her age added to the mix—a person she would later experience the same fate as—Midouzi couldn't help but pour out her heart.

Kanao stopped and tilted her head to look at Mizuko.

Her face was delicate and beautiful, her skin looked soft and smooth, and her misty eyelashes trembled with her breath. She was beautiful yet cute, and there was a deep sadness in her eyes.

I don't understand.

"Wouldn't it be better if Dad were dead?"

Kanao couldn't understand Nezuko's sadness at all. It was supposed to be a happy occasion, so why did she look so heartbroken?

Mizuko, who was rambling on and on, suddenly looked up, her delicate little face filled with shock as she stared at Kanao, wondering if she had misheard. "You—you just—what did you just say?"

Kanao tilted her head and looked at Nezuko: "Wouldn't it be better if Daddy died?"

"you----"

Mizuko stared in shock at the girl before her.

"It should have been a very happy thing."

Kanao picked another flower and whispered, "Why am I so sad when it should be such a happy thing?"

I can't understand it.

"Dad, but—that's someone very important to us, very important, very important—"

Mizuko was so shocked by Kanao's matter-of-fact words that she stammered, unable to believe how she could say such heartless things. Did she really not care at all? Did she really feel no sadness at their departure?

Is it really possible to be happy?

"An important person?"

Kanao muttered something under her breath, then glanced at Mizuko, unable to understand.

When her uncle killed the man called "father," she felt no sadness, nor did she feel that "father" was important.

I don't feel that my father is dead, so why should I be unhappy?

This is clearly a good thing.

If we're talking about important people, isn't it just my uncle?

Seeing that Nezuko seemed to be getting angry and was about to argue with her, Kanao didn't really want to pay attention to her.

I picked another flower, and seeing that the basket was already full, I felt a little happy. I wondered if any of these flowers were what my uncle needed.

Tilting her head, Kanao looked at Nezuko, who was still muttering, and walked away. At that moment, all she wanted to do was quickly give the flowers she had picked to her uncle.

If I can help my uncle find the flowers he needs, that would be the happiest thing.

Being able to help my uncle is the most important thing.

As for something as happy as losing your father.

Why be sad about this?

Why do this?

Shedding tears?