…
"It's moving!" Wuichiro looked at the porcelain pot that was shaking in anger.
At this time.
Boom!
The porcelain pot suddenly stopped shaking.
"...What did you say?! Damn you brat...!!"
snap…
A smooth popping sound came from the pot.
The jade pot stretched out its small hand from the mouth of the pot and slowly drilled it out. It stood tall with the moonlight on its back and straightened its body like an aquatic creature.
Slippery mucus dripped down the pale body, wrapping his body, smooth and reflecting the moonlight.
Ben's funny face became distorted with anger, and the spliced little hands on his body were clenched tightly, and he looked behind the bushes with splitting eyes:
"…ha?"
"The pot I made...ugly?!"
Yuhu almost said this through gritted teeth. Veins protruded from his clenched hands, and the eyes growing in his mouth were bloodshot due to rage.
He suddenly stretched out his finger and pointed hard at the Tokito family behind the bushes:
"You bastard! There's something wrong with your eyes!!"
"My Lord Yuhu's pot is art! Brainless mortals!!"
Yutsubo glared at Tokiro Ichiro behind the bush angrily, his hands shaking with anger.
He didn't pay attention to the people approaching him, he was just waiting quietly for the three pillars in the knife-forging village to be hooked.
To him, the Tokito family who were approaching were just ordinary humans.
Besides, there are two little guys who look to be ten years old.
No threat at all.
But he didn't expect that what the kid said would be so irritating!
Simply unforgivable!
——…Make it into a pot.
Yuhu squeezed his eyes together hard, thinking so in his heart.
Behind the bushes.
tread.
"ah…?"
Ichiro frowned and stared at the jade pot that emerged from the pot. He opened his mouth slightly, took a half step back, and unconsciously blocked the handle of the knife with his hand:
"This, what is this..."
——Stranger than that six-eyed uncle!
——Is this really a normal creature that exists in the world? !
——Still talking!
He looked in disbelief and quickly pulled his confused brother back:
"Muichiro! Stay away from that thing!"
"Ah, okay!" Upon hearing this, Wuichiro glanced at the furious Yuhu in a panic, and then hurriedly hid behind Yirou.
Muichiro hesitated for a while. He held the knife, poked his head out from behind his brother, and said timidly:
"Brother, that thing is squirming..."
As he spoke, he pursed his lips, shrank back, and whispered:
"…Disgusting."
This sound was like the last straw that broke Yu Hu's life.
"ah?!"
The corners of Jade Pot's mouth drooped, and veins popped up on his face. He stretched out a hand and suddenly condensed his bones and flesh into a white pot:
"…Smelly brat!!"
He raised the pot in his hand and threw it in the direction of the father and son:
"go to hell!"
Near the bushes.
Click!
Tokitou held the handle of the knife with his hand, breathing slightly deeply.
He remained silent, observing whether the appearance of the jade pot corresponded to someone described by Jiguo Yansheng.
Yuirou didn't want to wield the blade against others, but Tsukuni Iwakatsu changed his mind with just one sentence.
——'The object is not a person, just a moving tree. '
Because he thought the moving tree was very novel, Weiyilang immediately took the knife and set off.
but…
Mr. Jiguo…
Shitou Zilang's dark red eyes reflected the strange look of the jade pot, and he felt slightly ashamed.
This isn't...a tree either...
Just when Yilang was about to pull out the knife from his waist.
He turned his head slightly and looked in the direction behind Yu Hu.
Tap tap tap! !
The sound of hurried footsteps and the rapid whistling of leaves came from the other side of the forest.
This was followed by a strong exhalation sound.
"hiss--!"
Purgatory Makijuro's legs were tense as he sprinted quickly through the forest, his orange eyes reflecting Yuko's tall back.
——Caught up!
[Breath of Fire·One Type·Shiranui]!
His hand holding the handle of the knife turned slightly, and extremely dazzling flames suddenly spurted out from the blade!
Almost instantly!
The red flame burning hair under the moonlight rushed behind Yu Hu!
Purgatory Maki Juro suddenly stopped behind Yuhu, stepped on his feet, his hair swayed, and he sank slightly. He held the Nichirin Sword in his hand horizontally.
His eyes were firm, and the blade was wrapped in red flames! Sharply thrust upward!
"Uh-huh!"
An extremely sharp blade of light quickly passed through the pot in Yu Hu's hand and went straight to his neck!
Bang!
As the slash sliced through the air without any hindrance, the sound of porcelain falling to the ground sounded nearby:
"...It's so dangerous!" Yuhu slowly raised his head, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead as if joking, and waved his hand:
"You almost hit me!"
He said, slowly getting out of the other pot behind Makijuro.
But the next moment.
In Yuhu's eyes, which gradually became astonished.
The new pot he was holding suddenly had a smooth crack!
Bang - Dang!
The porcelain pot slowly slid down, and finally fell to the ground, making a crisp sound and completely shattering!
Yuhu's pupils shrank suddenly, he covered the sides of his face with his little hands, and screamed:
"...my pot-!!!"
Ignoring the screaming Yu Hu.
Purgatory Makijuro quickly turned around. He held the Nichirin sword in his hand, pointed the blade at the jade pot, and blocked the Tokito family.
He turned his head slightly and took advantage of the opportunity to look at Yilang behind him:
"It's dangerous here, please leave quickly."
"You..." As he spoke, Makijuro suddenly caught a glimpse of the scabbard on Yui Lang's waist.
He quickly looked at the young Muichiro and Ichiro, and also saw the swords they held.
——Is he a soldier?
Makijuro frowned slightly, and he looked specifically to see if there was brother Ichiro.
——So young...?
In this era where the knife ban has been issued for a long time, those who dare to carry a sword and are located near the Knife Forging Village...
Makijuro subconsciously classified a few people into the Demon Slayer Squad.
Although I have never seen it, considering that during my decadent time, I didn't pay much attention to the Demon Slayer Squad...
After hesitating for a moment, Makijuro asked Yueyiro:
"…you."
"What class of swordsman is he?"
Hearing this, Yueyi Lang raised his head slightly and looked at Purgatory Makijuro's figure with his back to them.
class…?
Seeing Yilang's silence for a while, Makijuro frowned and quickly asked another question:
"How long have you been holding the sword?"
"Hold the knife?" Yilang glanced at the knife at his waist. He thought for a moment, put his hand on his chin, and tilted his head:
"perhaps…"
"...how many days does it take to be three weeks?"
At the moment when the two of them were having a conversation.
The jade pot standing opposite a few people slowly came back to his senses. With a gloomy face, he created a pot again from the palm of his hand!
boom!
"Danger!"
Tokidou Yuirou looked at the movements of the jade pot opposite him, his pupils shrank slightly, and he almost subconsciously held the handle of the knife at his waist.
next moment.
【Breath of the Moon·Dark Moon·Palace of Night】
