--gentle?
Hei Shimo looked blankly in the direction of Shitou Yuirou.
The other person is smiling towards him.
This is the second person to say this about him.
Thinking like this, the resentment in my heart just now slowly dissipated.
The clenched fists slowly loosened.
Standing in front of Hei Shimo, the cold sweat seeping out from behind Ichiro's clothes had already soaked his clothes. When he saw Hei Shimo's suddenly calm look, he felt relaxed all over:
"…call."
Ichiro let out a long sigh of relief.
He took a deep look at Hei Death Mo, faced Hei Death Mo, stepped back, and then sat next to Wu Yilang.
Crack! Snapped!
In the small stove where the medicine was boiled, the damp wood was dried and thrown into the flame by Wei Yilang, making a crackling sound.
A faint firelight illuminated Yilang's face, and little sparks burst out from the small stove.
In the quiet and dark wooden house, only the crackle of the flames could be heard.
"Speaking of which..."
Tokitou Yuirou fanned the flames with a small fan, without looking back, and asked Hei Shimo in a slow tone:
"Ha ha…"
"I just said it to myself, and I don't know your name yet."
As he said that, he turned around and looked at Hei Shimo with a smile:
"Your name is...?"
name.
Hei Shimo was using his transparent world to observe the unconscious Shi Touxun. When he heard Wei Yilang's question, he slowly withdrew his eyes.
Without thinking, he subconsciously said:
"black…"
Before he finished speaking a word, Hei Shimo paused for a moment, and the name he wanted to say froze on his lips.
"Hei?" Seeing Hei Shimo's choked expression, Shitou Yilang tilted his head and repeated his words doubtfully:
"Black...what?"
Hei Shimo slowly closed his mouth.
--name.
Heishimou, is that his name?
Looking back at the first half of his life.
Everything in the past is like a piece of paper that has been turned over in my mind.
In the end, the piece of paper with the memory written on it stayed.
——The figure with his back to Yuanyi.
Thought for a while.
Emotions that had been dormant for four hundred years seemed to start beating again.
He thought for a moment and spoke again:
"my name is…"
"...Jigoku Iwakatsu."
Jiguo Yansheng said decisively.
Hear the words.
Creaking…
Tokito Yuirou's hand, which was fanning the flames with an old fan, paused for a moment, and then he smiled nonchalantly:
"That's it."
"It's really... quite a domineering name."
…
…
It rained all night.
It wasn't until the evening of the next day that the heavy rain slowly stopped.
Sunny days after rain often make people feel more happy. Small puddles gather on the wet and muddy ground, reflecting the reflection of the wooden house.
Creak——
Jiguo Yansheng opened the door of the wooden house and looked at the bright sunshine outside.
He turned around and looked into the house.
"Mom, slow down."
Shi Touxun was able to sit up, and his high fever was a little better under the influence of herbal medicine.
She was smiling and took a bowl of porridge from Muichiro's hand:
"Thanks."
Muichiro looked at his mother's smiling face. He slowly knelt down and sat back, with a heartfelt joy on his face:
"hey-hey."
Putting his hands into fists on his knees, Muichiro smiled happily and rubbed his hands back and forth in small movements in excitement.
Following Kuni Iwakatsu, he observed Shi Tou Xun's body through the transparent world.
——High fever caused by excessive fatigue and cold.
Coupled with the fact that his body seemed to be already weak, it led to his near-death state.
but.
If he just drank the crudely brewed herbal medicine normally, he wouldn't be able to bring Shi Touxun back from the brink of death.
The reason Shi Touxun can sit up now is because
——He gave Shi Touxun a drop of blood.
A drop of blood mixed with ghost.
While the dose is small, it cannot turn Shitou into a ghost, and it can also temporarily provide vitality to maintain body functions.
Relying on such rough and uncontrolled strength, Shi Touxun managed to survive.
The matter of rescuing people was proposed by Jiguo Yansheng himself.
And they deliberately did not let Ichiro and his son see the process.
Wei Yilang was especially grateful for his act of "saving" his wife.
At this time.
inside the house.
Muichiro suddenly raised his upper body, leaned next to his mother, glanced at Tsukuni Iwakatsu, and whispered:
"…correct."
"Mom...last night..."
Shi Touxun turned her head and listened to Wuyilang leaning into her ear and saying something. She blinked her eyes and nodded from time to time:
"Uh-huh…"
Finally, he showed an expression of realization.
Then he raised his head with a smile.
She looked at Jiguo Iwakatsu by the door:
"Mr. Jiguo...is that right?"
"Really, thank you very much." Shi Touxun smiled at him and nodded deeply.
Jiguo Yansheng nodded slightly and said nothing. He just looked at Shi Touxun and the two brothers "Youwu" next to him.
His help was not without conditions.
The condition is——
Snap, snap.
"Hey! Uncle Six-Eyed!" Ichiro frowned. He walked over unceremoniously and was still wary of Tsukuni Iwakatsu:
"What is that... swordsmanship practice you're talking about?"
"When does it start?"
Ichiro crossed his arms, raised his head, and looked straight at Tsukuni Iwakatsu.
Even if this man 'healed' his mother, Ichiro could not completely let down his guard against him.
anyway…
——Why do we, the children of woodcutter, have to practice the swordsmanship of Laoshizi...?
Ichiro's mood was mixed with a trace of doubt.
That's right.
Tsukuni Iwakatsu's pupils moved downwards and looked at Ichiro who was approaching him.
His condition was to let Ichiro and Muichiro, as well as Yuirou and his son.
Follow him and train together.
Wei Yilang happily agreed for his two sons.
"…Wait until night."
Jiguo Yansheng withdrew his eyes, and he looked straight ahead like a piece of wood again.
If it was before.
He might force a few people to practice regardless of their opinions.
perhaps…
I must have changed too...
Yuanyi…
…
…
the other side.
Demon Slayer Squad.
Butterfly House.
"Hey, did you hear that?"
Two hidden men in black uniforms were walking, holding wooden boxes in their hands and talking to each other:
"I heard... what did you hear?" Yin Yi, who was asked the question, looked at his colleagues in confusion.
"That's the kind uncle who has many children."
"What's up with him?"
Seeing his uninformed look, Yin Jia suddenly became interested and deliberately lowered his voice with an exaggerated expression:
"That uncle..." he said in a drawn-out tone.
Then he lay down next to Yin Yi’s ear:
"he…"
"…defeated the first stringer."
Yin Yi was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled:
"What, you are so exaggerated."
"Just defeat Shangxianzhi..."
He was stunned for a moment.
"Eh--?!"
…
Time flies so fast, a week has passed since Tanjuro came to Butterfly House to repair and spend his daily life with his wife and children.
A week's time.
I don’t know whether a certain crow has a faster beak or a certain owl has a faster beak.
"Kamado Tanjuro defeats Uesen One"——
——The news has spread to everyone within the Demon Slayer Corps.
And the rumors are getting more and more outrageous, and they are gradually far away from the original truth.
Even on a daily basis, Tanjuro is helping out at the Butterfly House, or teaching his children how to properly jump to the fire god Kagura.
There will always be hidden or team members wearing black uniforms watching secretly.
This troubled Tanjuro, who liked quietness.
And this day.
Something even more disturbing happened.
