…
In the distance, the green forest was caressed by the breeze under the dusk sunset.
The entrance to Knife Forging Village.
After staying at the door for a while, a circle of masked swordsmen had surrounded Mingyu Xingming.
They leaned together, raised their heads, looked at Weiming Yu Xingming, who was more than two meters tall, and talked in surprise.
"Hey...this guy is so tall...!"
"What kind of sword should I use? A large naginata?"
"Is it Zhu..."
It seems that these swordsmiths have never seen Mingyu Xingming himself before.
"Namo..."
The mournful Yu Xingming who was being watched stood in the middle of the crowd, with his hands clasped together, as calm as a rock - without saying a word.
At the same time, Bei Mingyu also noticed Tanjuro, who was standing in the distance and was about to squeeze in through the gate.
His white eyes looked in Tanjuro's direction and nodded slightly.
——The vitality is several times stronger than the last time I saw it.
--what happens?
He was born blind, but he developed unparalleled perception.
Recalling Tanjuro's sudden surge of vitality that he noticed during the Hashira meeting, Wai Mingyu felt even more puzzled.
Yin, who was carrying the two of them, was supporting each other and slowly left the area.
At this time.
"Everyone! Make way!"
"You two over there!"
A man wearing a fire man mask squeezed out from the crowd at the door. He waved to Ming Yuxingmei and Tanjuro:
"You two are also the pillars who came to forge the sword this time!"
"plz follow me--!"
The two of them couldn't help but say more. With a wave of his hand, he led the two of them to squeeze through the surrounding crowd.
…
on the street.
There are neatly arranged houses on both sides, mostly two-story houses. The sound of hammering can be faintly heard from the open first floor.
Tanjuro and Beimingyu Xingming were walking together, and everyone who passed by cast a surprised look.
"Is this your first time coming to the Knife Forging Village?"
"They are all new faces. I have never seen them before."
The man wearing a funny fire mask had a high tone and kept saying:
"You two can call me Tie Qiao."
"I am the village chief's assistant, and I am also a knifesmith - my knife forging skills are second only to the village chief!"
Tie Qiao walked in front of the two of them. The light from the houses on the street shone on his red Fire Man mask. The two round patterned eyes looked particularly joyful:
"A pillar has already arrived in the guest room. Everyone should know him."
"Because it's getting late, you two can go to the guest room to rest first."
But despite his endless talk, the only response he got was an occasional "Nawu" from Bei Mingyu.
Soon, Tie Qiao stopped in front of a building and turned around:
"This is where you will stay tonight. There are hot springs nearby, so I won't disturb you for now. Goodbye."
After saying that, Tie Qiao bowed to the two of them, then strolled along the street and left.
…
The night is getting darker.
The moon rises from the sky, and the street gradually lights up with warm light.
Guest room on the second floor.
Tanjuro and Beimingyu Xingmei stood in front of the guest room, silent for a long time.
"Mr. Kamado..." The first person to break the silence was Wei Mingyu Xingming.
He slightly held up the prayer beads in his hand, with an apologetic tone:
"Ahh..."
As Wei Mingyu spoke, two more lines of clear tears flowed from his eyes. His strong body seemed to have made his tear glands more developed:
"I'm sorry about what happened last time..."
"At the Zhuhe meeting..."
As he spoke, he suddenly fell silent for a moment, and the rosary in his hand stopped.
At the last pillar meeting.
In fact, he could vaguely see his former self in Tanjuro.
I used to be extremely thin.
It is also because of their thinness that those children choose to run away instead of hiding behind themselves when encountering ghosts.
Snap.
He flicked the rosary in his hand.
He also did not choose to believe Tanjuro during the Hashira meeting.
"It's okay." Tanjuro took a step forward, walked into the guest room, put his hand on the door, and looked back at the mournful island standing there:
"I probably understand what you are thinking. If it were me, I would do the same thing."
Mingyu Xingming was slightly startled. He looked up at Tanjuro's back, and two lines of tears never stopped flowing:
"...Namo."
He lowered his head slightly, raised the rosary in his hand, and placed it against his forehead:
"Amitabha…"
Hearing the sound of chanting in Bei Mingyu, Tanjuro turned around and opened the door to the guest room.
Creak——!
inside the house.
boom!
Somewhat panicked, the figure with red flame hair quickly put down the pot in his hand and subconsciously looked back at the door of the guest room.
In the bright room, a table was placed across the middle of the room.
Under the light, Purgatory Makijuro, whose hair was extremely bright, looked at the door in surprise. He was holding a pot in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were shining with water.
Kamado Tanjuro, Mingyu Xingming, and Purgatory Makijuro looked at each other in confusion.
A long while.
"...I drink tea." Makishuro looked at the three of them blankly. He raised the pot in his hand and suddenly said this.
Tanjuro didn't speak. He walked into the room silently and sat in the corner.
Mingyu Xingming followed closely behind, closed the door and silently said "Nawu".
Tanjuro is quiet by nature.
Mingming Island silently chants sutras.
Makijuro felt a little guilty for his previous decadence, and held the neck of the teapot in silence.
For a while.
The atmosphere in the room was a bit stiff.
…
…
at the same time.
The Knife Forging Village is not far away.
In the dark forest.
The moonlight shines through the gaps between the leaves and falls on the ground, faintly glowing.
Bones.
A white porcelain pot suddenly appeared on the ground, shaking slightly.
The sound of talking to himself echoed in the pot.
"What's going on with that Hantengu guy...?" Yuhu's high-pitched voice sounded, which seemed very strange in the dark forest:
"Why aren't we here yet...?!"
As he spoke, the pitch-black pot at the entrance of the hole bounced twice on the ground as if angry.
But soon, he calmed down.
"Well...this is just what I want..."
Creaking…
As a pair of young and pale hands reached out of the mouth of the pot, the jade pot emerged from the pot in a strange posture.
He stood up straight, and the bright yellow pupils at his mouth reflected the brightly lit town not far away.
"This is a mere human stronghold, and I alone can suffice..."
Yuhu's tone became more and more excited, and he shook his body sickly:
"After all, I'm the one who winds up!"
next moment.
Uh-huh!
Together with the pot, the jade pot disappeared into the forest.
…
In the guest room.
Purgatory Makijuro sat in front of the table. He took out his former Nichirin sword. The unsheathed blade reflected his thick eyebrows.
The blade, which should have been sharp, has now become pitted.
At this time.
Bang!
On the ceiling, there was suddenly a crisp crashing sound.
It seems like - the collision of porcelain and tiles.
in the room.
Wei Mingyu, Makijuro, and Tanjuro quickly looked at each other.
