Currently, firearms in Japan are not as developed as in the previous life, but even so, any gun can pose a threat to people.
Without saying much, Tanjiro Kamado quickly jogged to Roa's side and curiously asked, "Roa, what's going on?"
Roa patted the priest's forehead and said, "This guy wants to take you all out in one go."
The priest angrily retorted, "Don't talk nonsense! When did I ever think of doing that?"
Roa expressionlessly pointed to the mortar in the middle and placed the priest's head against the heavy machine gun in the center, curiously asking, "Then what do you plan to do with this? Help us?"
The priest's mouth twitched as he looked at the heavy machine gun, swallowing hard.
He wanted to say that this was actually meant to help you, but the gazes of the surrounding Hashira were gradually turning unfriendly. In the end, he sighed and said, "Kids, I'm doing this for your own good."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell into silence.
The priest cleared his throat, wanting to reach out his right hand to remove the sword pressing down on him, but Roa not only did not lift the sword but tightened it even more.
The priest was then forced to say, "I'm also helpless. Think about it, kids, there are no demons left in this world. Your mission is over. Where can you go from here? Stay in the Demon Slayer Corps? But the Demon King is dead, and demons have disappeared from this world. What can you do if you stay there? It's a new era, and I'm doing this for your own good."
The more the priest spoke, the more agitated he became, his beard trembling. Roa slightly frowned and slapped him again, feeling somewhat speechless, "Kid, what does this have to do with you bringing firearms?"
The slap didn't hurt, but it was extremely humiliating. With so many people watching, even with the priest's thick skin, he couldn't help but turn red.
He glared at Roa, but when Roa raised his right hand, the priest instinctively shrank his neck but still gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't it because I'm afraid you need support?"
Roa pointed to the heavy machine gun and asked, "Do you think this kind of thing is useful against the Demon King?"
The priest had nothing to say. As a priest, how could he not know that this thing could not cause any harm?
As a priest, he began to persuade them earnestly, "Think about it, isn't your threat to society a bit too great? Wielding knives and guns here every day is a serious disturbance to public order. How about this: you all put down your weapons and come with us for a while, accept our regulation, and the Demon Slayer Corps can be disbanded. There will be no need for the Demon Slayer Corps in the future."
Sanemi Shinazugawa was furious upon hearing this. He rushed forward and shouted at the priest, "What do you take us for? Demons? Why should I accept your supervision?"
As soon as Sanemi spoke, the other Hashira silently looked at the priest. Sanemi pointed to the exhausted crowd behind him and said, "When demons were eating people, your government didn't do anything. It was all of us in the Demon Slayer Corps who risked our lives one by one. And now you say this to me?"
The priest opened his mouth, showing a helpless expression, and said to everyone, "This is an order from above. I'm also very helpless."
Roa looked at the confused and bewildered crowd beside him, and after a moment of silence, he said, "What you are doing is no longer negotiation; it is coercion. In the face of coercion, only strength can teach you how to behave."
Without further ado, he directly released the grip on the priest and threw him to the ground.
Roa smiled at the priest and said, "Are you planning to threaten us with weapons? If we don't agree, do you intend to eliminate us on the spot?"
The priest said nothing, but from his expression, it was clear what he was thinking.
He indeed had such plans.
Roa sneered and said to the priest, "Go ahead and let them fire. Let's see if they can hurt me at all."
The priest merely stared at Roa, lost in thought.
He wanted to tell Roa that as long as he removed the knife from his neck, he would see whether he would let them fire.
Roa leaned down to the priest's ear and whispered, "How about I kill all of you? I have quite a few people on my side. You must have seen our battle with the demons; our losses were not significant."
The priest's expression became serious, and his face was filled with intrigue.
In fact, his original plan was to take advantage of the crowd's fatigue and catch them off guard to eliminate them all at once. After all, he thought that the battle with Muzan Kibutsuji could not be that easy; someone had to die. But now it seemed that he, like the Demon King Muzan Kibutsuji, had underestimated the strength of the Demon Slayer Corps and Roa's power.
Although everyone looked exhausted, it was only fatigue. As long as they rested for a while, they would be fine again.
Moreover, handling so many people at once was indeed a very troublesome matter.
The priest looked at Roa with a dark expression, fell silent for a while, and finally nodded, saying, "Okay, but the structure of the Demon Slayer Corps cannot be preserved. Even if it is preserved, you will not have such great authority. The Nichirin Swords you possess will all become regulated items and must be surrendered. As for you, you won't need to be regulated, but the premise is that you cannot commit any crimes or create situations like this again."
After finishing, the priest snorted coldly and prepared to get up and walk away.
But Roa smirked and suddenly said, "Don't be in such a hurry to leave."
Roa pointed to one of the soldiers in the army and said to him, "Fire."
The soldier was slightly taken aback, showing a confused expression.
Roa spoke again, "Fire, shoot me!"
The soldier looked at his old-fashioned pistol, lost in thought.
The power of a pistol is generally not great, especially a weapon from this era.
The priest turned around, looking coldly at Roa, "Since you're looking for death, I'll grant you that. Everyone heard it; it was his own request."
After saying that, he signaled to the soldier, who nodded and shouted, "Yes!"
He aimed the weapon at Roa's body, not specifically pointing at his forehead, as that would imply provocation.
Since he had already made a decision, even if he was unhappy, he would not offend the other party to the death.
Mitsuri Kanroji stepped forward, grabbing Roa's sleeve, her beautiful eyes filled with worry as she looked at him. Mitsuri tugged at Roa's sleeve and whispered, "How about we let it go? The other party has already softened their stance."
Roa turned to Mitsuri and whispered, "Not necessarily. This time, we must give them a deterrent; otherwise, they will dare to come and trouble us again next time."
Mitsuri puffed out her cheeks, looking displeased, "How about we just let it go?"
Roa pinched Mitsuri's cheek and smiled at her, "We can't just let it go. Some people just don't know what's good for them. Mitsuri, step back for now, and wait for me to resolve this matter."
After saying that, Roa continued to look at the soldier and said, "Fire!"
The soldier was also infuriated by Roa's tone. He had come out for a night shift with a belly full of anger, and now he encountered someone so provocative, plus he had just been fed a mouthful of dog food, making his mood hit rock bottom.
"Idiot!"
The soldier held the gun, chambered a round, and shot at Roa.
The gunpowder exploded, propelling the bullet towards Roa.
Roa calmly extended his right hand, pretending to be profound, and reached forward. Under the astonished gazes of the soldiers and the priest, Roa slightly exerted force, forming a fist.
The soldiers and the priest were shocked, but the Hashira standing beside Roa had expressions that were quite interesting.
Just now, they seemed to have seen a shadow, moving so fast that an ordinary person wouldn't even notice when it appeared.
But the Hashira, who fought with Roa every day, understood his nature; this was definitely him drawing his sword.
In other words, this was akin to cutting the bullet.
But…
Why was Roa putting on such a show?
Then, in the next moment, the Hashira understood.
Rengoku Kyoujurou's mouth twitched, involuntarily curling up, but this was not the time to laugh, so he forcibly suppressed the upward curve of his lips, turning his face red.
Shinobu Kocho stood by, watching the show with an amused expression.
Giyu Tomioka, standing beside Shinobu, let out a faint "Hoh," but said nothing more.
Roa's fist exerted a bit of force, then he opened his palm, making a crushing gesture. Under the astonished expressions of everyone, he slightly nodded.
Roa said lightly, "If you don't want to end up like this bullet, you better not entertain any crooked ideas. Remember, I'm always watching you."
Roa was actually just having a whimsical moment, wanting to show off. He had watched Stephen Chow's shows as a child and always felt that this move was both cool and flashy. He didn't have the strength back then, but now that he did, he had to show off a bit.
The priest's face showed shock as he took a few steps forward to see what was going on, but he was met with a glare from Roa. Roa said coldly, "Hurry up and get lost."
Then, his aura surged like a flood towards the priest.
Roa might not know how terrifying he was, but to the priest, it was as if he saw a giant beast charging at him, causing him to shudder all over, and he no longer dared to say anything more. He prepared to retreat with his men.
The relationship between Roa and the Demon Slayer Corps was clear; Roa could not contribute too much to the Corps. Moreover, the priest's words were not without reason. Under the impact of capital, these so-called warriors would eventually disappear, and whether the breathing techniques would become history was uncertain.
Well, it seemed he had forgotten something.
At that moment, a servant stumbled over, grabbing the corner of Roa's clothes, first showing a joyful expression, then crying out for help.
Roa looked down and saw that the person looked somewhat haggard, dressed in very simple servant clothes, but upon closer inspection, he felt that the person looked somewhat familiar.
After pondering for a moment, Roa finally remembered having seen this person before.
Oh, Muzan Kibutsuji is dead; it's time for me to inherit that cheap old man's estate.
The servant shouted loudly, "Young master, the house is in complete chaos. The master has gone mad. Last night, he killed everyone in the mansion. It's true. Fortunately, I wasn't in that night, or I would have met the same fate."
Hmm, killed everyone.
After a moment of contemplation, Roa understood what had happened.
His father, Muzan Kibutsuji, didn't want to wait any longer with the decisive battle approaching. He was tired of playing roles and simply killed everyone.
Roa appropriately showed a shocked expression and murmured to the servant, "Everyone is dead?"
The servant forced a smile uglier than crying, nodded, and said with some sorrow, "Everyone is dead."
Roa silently mourned for three seconds, then asked, "What should we do now? Am I going home to inherit a vast fortune?"
Capitalists are like this; the family's wealth must be substantial. Even a small portion would be an astronomical figure.
What he had taken away before wasn't the most valuable. The most valuable items were usually curios and antiques, like porcelain shipped from dis Eastern countries. Those were the real treasures.
Roa said with tears, "Let's go. No need to say more. What about the family's property?"
The servant hesitated for a moment, then looked at Roa and said, "Well, someone wants to take over the family's business."
Roa fell silent. Could it be that cliché scenario where the parents are gone, the family fortune is unclaimed, and some distant relative wants to step in and take a share?
Roa nodded and continued to look at the servant expressionlessly.
The servant swallowed and continued, "That person is your uncle."
Roa didn't bother asking further and directly said, "How much?"
The servant cautiously replied, "I don't know about such things. You'll have to meet him in person, young master."
Roa nodded, then pointed to the side, signaling the servant to step aside.
This identity was purely an unexpected accident. He didn't expect to get money out of it.
However, worldly money was of little use to Roa.
Then Roa looked at the people around him and said, "Everyone, get ready. Let's head back to headquarters first. We'll discuss the rest later."
The servant standing beside him opened his mouth but was interrupted by Roa's cold gaze.
The servant swallowed and remained silent.
The Hashiras nodded. The death of the Demon King Muzan Kibutsuji was good news for everyone, except for the disturbance caused by the appearance of those people earlier.
No casualties were undoubtedly good news for the Hashiras. They ended this thousand-year entanglement without paying any price.
Shinobu Kocho murmured softly, "It's like a dream."
The sharp-eared Kyojuro Rengoku beside her nodded and also showed a moved expression, "It's like a dream."
Roa didn't say much more. He directly took Mitsuri Kanroji's hand and said softly, "When the time comes, I'll take you with me. Are you willing?"
Mitsuri Kanroji's face turned red, and she nodded, whispering, "I'm willing."
Roa chuckled and continued, "That place might be a bit far. It could be a completely unfamiliar environment for you. Even so, are you still willing?"
Roa's outstretched right hand was tightly held by Mitsuri Kanroji. She looked up at Roa and said, "No matter what, you're mine now. Don't think about running away."
Roa sighed and finally nodded.
Mitsuri Kanroji's words also lifted a big stone in Roa's heart. Roa was actually a bit nervous. If she had said she wasn't willing, Roa would still respect her choice, but he would have felt a bit sad.
Kyojuro Rengoku, acting familiar, walked up to Roa and said, "Handsome young man, what are you talking about? Willing to share—"
Before he could finish, Kocho Shinoru expressionlessly pulled him aside.
Shinobu Kocho appropriately quipped, "Flame Hashira, you don't have a girlfriend, right? Don't butt in."
Hearing this, Kyojuro Rengoku showed a strange expression and asked, "Insect Hashira, why do you say that? I was just asking—"
Before he could finish, Shinobu Kocho forcibly pulled him aside.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh.
The long night, with the bright moon hanging in the sky. Kagaya Ubuyashiki looked at the moon and smiled, "Let's go home. Our mission is over."
Although Kagaya Ubuyashiki was a qualified leader with strong charisma, he overlooked future development directions and didn't negotiate the distribution of power with the government, which led to this incident.
On the way, Kagaya Ubuyashiki kept looking at everyone's smiling faces and fell into deep thought.
The initial purpose of the Demon Slayer Corps was to kill demons. They never thought about the distribution of power.
Killing demons was the sole duty of the Demon Slayer Corps. As the priest said, since it's over, let's leave it at that.
Kagaya Ubuyashiki was lost in thought the whole way. Seeing this, no one disturbed him, and they chatted along the way.
Following the moonlit path, they soon arrived at headquarters.
The headquarters, blooming with wisteria, now seemed empty.
Kagaya Ubuyashiki stood above and coughed a few times, then said to everyone, "I'll discuss the rest with the priest. In any case, I'll try my best to get what everyone deserves. From now on, there will be no more demons harming the world. Everyone, the final victory is before us. The bright future is at our feet. Young boys, it's time to find a girl. Young girls, look around and see if there's someone you like. When you go home, get married. It's time to end this life of blood and swords."
After Kagaya Ubuyashiki finished speaking, Roa thought for a moment and said to everyone, "If anyone doesn't have a job, you can come to my house. I'll arrange a simple job for you."