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Butterfly House.
As more and more people gathered, the sound gradually became louder and louder.
Hidden in black uniforms, as well as lower-ranking team members, and even the injured who are still recovering from their injuries.
Everyone appeared in the courtyard.
They surrounded Makijuro and Tanjuro in the middle of the courtyard and talked to each other.
A familiar figure was jumping up in the crowd, spreading his hands and shouting:
"Everyone, there is a ward next to us, please be quiet! Be quiet!"
Tanjiro was attracted by the noisy sound. At this moment, he was squeezing in the crowd, waving his hands, trying to quiet the noisy crowd:
"Be quiet...!!"
He shouted as loud as he could.
"Ah... what should I do..." A drop of sweat flowed from Tanjiro's forehead. He looked at the crowded crowd in front of him with some embarrassment. He opened his mouth:
"...It has no effect at all!"
His voice alone cannot attract everyone's attention.
Instead, he was drowned in the noisy crowd.
It will definitely not work if this continues.
Tanjiro looked back in the direction of Butterfly House. If the rest of the practicing swordsmen were disturbed...
Snap.
"Ah, that's great."
Murata's hair was parted in the middle. He had a scar on his forehead. He strolled to stand next to Tanjiro and looked at the crowd in front of him:
"It's very lively."
He looked around.
Murata spoke slowly, and he sighed deeply: "...That Hashira must be very angry."
Tanjiro looked slightly sideways, and he was stunned:
"Mr. Murata?"
Tanjiro has been at Butterfly House for a while, and Murata happens to come to Butterfly House for "rehabilitation" every day during this period.
The two of them got to know each other as soon as they went back and forth.
Hearing Tanjiro's voice, Murata looked to the side. He nodded, with a drooped face, and weakly greeted:
"Oh, it's Tanjiro."
Murata's voice was weak and his eyes were dull, as if he had been tortured:
"Don't worry, it will get quiet here later."
"...I'm going to find a place to sit down and rest first."
With that said, Murata lowered his arms, turned around with a limp, and was about to leave.
"Ah...Okay, okay!"
Tanjiro opened his mouth, and the words he wanted to say were choked in his mouth. He looked at Murata's back as he staggered away with a worried expression.
——"Rehabilitation" exercise, is it so scary...
With this thought in his mind, he didn't care about the second half of Murata's words.
Just when Tanjiro looked back at Tanjuro, wanting to ask for help.
Swish——
Sudden.
The originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet.
"Eh?" Tanjiro, who was about to ask his father a question, was stunned. He turned around and looked at the crowd around him who suddenly had solemn expressions.
What, what happened?
It suddenly became quiet...
Tanjiro had a strange expression on his face, and he felt very confused.
At this time.
A gentle female voice slowly came from not far behind Tanjiro:
"Hello everyone."
Her enunciation was clear, as if she was speaking word for word:
"Just after noon, so many people gathered here."
Butterfly Ninja walked towards this side from the corridor. She smiled, her purple eyes curled up with a smile, and her tone was kind:
"Is there anything interesting going on?"
She opened her eyes and scanned the crowd forming a circle:
"Tell me too?"
"..."
The crowd fell silent.
--Oops.
Although Master Butterfly is usually very gentle, even amiable.
But when I get angry...
They looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes and the cold sweat on their foreheads.
"I, I'm leaving first, I'm not done with my work today!"
"Me too!"
"Wait for me!"
Immediately, most of the Yin members left in groups, leaving only a few brave members who bravely stayed.
Just when the atmosphere in the courtyard was so stiff that it seemed to be frozen.
"Miss Butterfly!"
Standing in the middle of the courtyard, Purgatory Makijuro raised the knife in his hand and explained to the Butterfly Ninja:
"I came to Mr. Kamado to learn swordsmanship. If it causes any inconvenience, let's move to another place."
Hearing Purgatory Makijuro's voice, Butterfly Ninja was slightly startled.
She quietly weighed her feet and then clearly saw the two people surrounded in the middle, looking towards her.
The butterfly ninja's expression gradually became a little surprised.
——Mr. Makijuro?
——Discuss?
After blinking her eyes, Butterfly Ninja smiled again and shook her head:
"...No, it's okay."
"The wounded in the Butterfly House are all here now."
She raised her white hand and patted it slightly:
"Since Mr. Makijuro wants to compete in swordsmanship, let me come and watch."
Saying that, the butterfly ninja slowly passed through the few people who were left behind, found a chair from somewhere, and put it on the ground.
Creaking…
Sitting close to the corridor.
He nodded to the two of them and signaled them to start.
With permission.
Tanjuro slowly looked back at the Butterfly Ninja.
"Let's begin." As he said that, Tanjuro glanced at Tanjiro and Takeo in the crowd.
Tanjiro noticed his father's gaze and was stunned for a moment. He understood what his father meant almost immediately.
—Same as a year ago.
——It means telling yourself to watch carefully!
He quickly took Zhuxiong's hand, and looked at the center of the courtyard attentively amid his brother's puzzled expression.
…
In the middle of the courtyard.
"Um."
Purgatory Makijuro nodded, his expression became serious, and his hand tightened on the handle of the wooden sword.
Tanjuro's calm expression was reflected in his orange-red pupils.
"...Hiss-!!" After taking a deep breath.
"...I'm coming." Purgatory Makijuro stepped away, his calf muscles slowly tightened, and he swung the wooden sword behind him!
Calm eyes locked on Tanjuro's position.
——Let me see it.
——The Breath of the Sun…
Purgatory Makijuro's eyes gradually became serious.
Uh-huh!
The wooden knife rotated slightly as the strength of his fingers changed!
【Breath of Fire】
【One type】
The body had been silent for a long time, and the power like explosive fire instantly climbed up the blade!
Finally condensed on the tip of the knife!
Creak...
He tensed all the muscles in his body, and the sound of the soles of his feet grabbing the ground was clearly audible.
Then, tighten your leg muscles to the extreme! Lean your upper body forward!
Kick the ground hard with the soles of your front feet!
Whoosh!
Purgatory Makijuro turned into an afterimage, exerted force on his feet, raised a cloud of dust, and rushed straight towards Tanjuro!
In almost an instant, Makijuro, holding a wooden sword, rushed in front of Tanjuro!
Purgatory Makijuro's eyes were firm. He looked at Tanjuro who was wide open, his thick black eyebrows raised!
The muscles in your arms are tense!
【Shiranui】!
Wow——! !
Dazzling fire instantly ignited and exploded on the blade!
The wooden sword that slashed across the side seemed to cut through the air with extremely sharp red flames in an instant!
——Running straight towards Tanjuro’s neck!
Tanjuro's pupils followed Makijuro's blade.
Under the influence of a high level of concentration and the ability to see through the world, Makijuro's movements seemed to be slowed down, and the wooden sword that scratched the scars of the red gold sword slowly approached him.
——It’s not at the same level as the current Anjuro.
——Swordsmanship, quite superb.
