…
At the moment when the last sound of Ming Ming Island falls.
"Roar!!" The figure of the coward in front of him suddenly increased in size, quickly changing from the size of a mouse to as tall as two people!
The words on the coward's tongue gradually twisted into the word "hate", and his body expanded accordingly.
A huge shadow suddenly enveloped Tanjuro, and the hater quickly turned around. He opened his mouth angrily, with his fangs exposed:
"No bullying...!!" he roared angrily.
Because Tanjuro's sword was stuck in Hatiki's neck.
So, when the hater turned around and came face to face with Tanjuro.
The distance between the two is extremely close.
For a moment.
The red eyes of the hateful ghost reflected the slightly swaying flower earrings in his earlobes.
Whether it was anger or coke, he had never been so close to Tanjuro before.
Now.
"...Weak people." The hateful and angry words of the hate ghost suddenly stopped, and the strong tone was suddenly swallowed into his stomach.
Tanjuro's appearance was immediately engraved in his eyes.
rustle…
The image engraved in the bloodline, with blurry black noise, reappeared in his mind.
An inexplicable feeling of fear and suffocation surged into the heart of the hater.
It was a man wearing a maroon feather fabric.
Stand there quietly.
What...what is this...
Hater looked at Tanjuro, the image in his mind lingering, and his huge body trembled slightly.
A moment of trance can be fatal in battle.
Tanjuro raised his head. He didn't pay attention to the hater who was suddenly in a daze. Instead, he calmly took off the Kakimaru stuck in the neck of the hater.
Click!
After becoming a hateful ghost, the original coward still exists.
It's just that it's hiding in the heart of the hater.
"...so familiar." Tanjuro took off the red wedge pill and pointed the blade at the heart of the dazed hater.
There, there is a bright red killing point right now.
At this time, Hate Gui, who had recovered from his daze, finally came to his senses. His tone was not as angry as before, but rather hasty:
"wait wait wait!"
But Tanjuro didn't hesitate.
The red wedge ball was tilted slightly, pressed against the chest of the hater, and thrust upward with force!
Poof!
The bright red blood flowed down the blade of Kakimaru, but was evaporated into blood mist by the high temperature of the blade halfway.
He expertly inserted the wedge pill into his "human" heart again.
Tanjuro, who had a clear vision, just put the blade straight through the neck of the body hiding in the heart of the hate ghost.
"Pfft, ho, wow!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from the hater's mouth.
Suddenly.
Wow——
Little bits of ashes scattered in front of you.
"No... no cough cough..."
The hater knelt down weakly. He grabbed Tanjuro with his hands and seemed to be mumbling something as he coughed up blood.
Tanjuro lowered Kakimaru's blade, and he watched the hater slowly collapse to the ground, gradually turning into ashes.
“Hesitation leads to defeat.”
His tone was calm - just like someone had said to him several times before.
…
At this time.
rustle…
There was a whirling friction sound coming from the forest beside him.
"Ah! Sure enough, it's here!"
A child's exclamation came from there.
Tanjuro looked back slightly.
The young Tokitoru Muichiro was pulling his father and brother, smiling happily, walking towards this side from the forest.
Muichiro let go of his father's hand and waved to Tanjuro:
"Hello--!"
"Uncle, are you here for actual combat too?"
"...?"
Tanjuro, who had his blade hanging down, stared blankly at the Tokito family coming from the forest.
Tanjuro blinked, and his blurred vision refocused several times before he was sure that he was not hallucinating.
——Tokito Muichiro?
He looked at Muichiro Tokitoru who was wearing a Kasumi cloud pattern in surprise.
Muichiro...appeared in the Sword Forging Village.
His eyes slowly moved to Muichiro, who had dark red hair in pigtails and bowed his head with a smile.
Tanjuro was stunned for a while before he recognized it - this was his father who only lived in Muichiro's memories.
Ever since I noticed that the winding digits of the Hantengu and the Jade Pot had both advanced, and that the time when the Sword Forging Village was attacked had also advanced.
He knew that the original plot had long been messed up by him.
but--
Tanjuro's eyes moved to the katana on Muichiro's waist.
——Is it already messed up like this?
He was greatly shocked.
At this time.
Tanjuro noticed Purgatory Makijuro who was leaning under a tree and resting with his arms folded.
The two looked at each other, and the latter nodded to Tanjuro.
Snapped!
"idiot!"
Ichiro on the side was shocked when he heard Muichiro's words, and slapped his brother speechlessly:
"We must be the only ones coming to the actual battle!"
He frowned and said, and glanced at Tanjuro secretly and warily: "What nonsense are you talking to others!"
"It hurts so much! Brother!" Muichiro covered his head that was patted, and shouted to Ichiro reluctantly:
"Don't hit me on the head all the time, I'll make you stupid!"
See this.
"...?"
Ichiro clicked his tongue, and his expression gradually became silent.
He pursed his lips and took a deep look at Muichiro.
So did my father, and so did Muichiro.
They were obviously strangers I met on the road, so why did they follow me so unprepared?
besides!
Ichiro frowned slightly. He recalled the jade pot and half-tengu he had just seen, and felt a sense of fear in his heart.
——There is obviously something wrong with these things!
Why can you deal with it so calmly?
Ichiro slowly turned his head away and said nothing.
Muichiro covered his head and looked at his brother strangely, but he quickly recalled what he originally wanted to do.
He was stunned for a moment, then quickly looked at Tanjuro:
"Ah, yes, uncle!"
Muichiro put down the hand covering his head, as if he was not the one who was beaten just now:
"Just now! That!" His eyes were full of joy, and he couldn't stop gesticulating with his hands:
"Swish, snap, hit that loach in one fell swoop. How did you do that!"
Muichiro took a deep breath, clenched his fists and raised them slightly, his eyes filled with yearning:
"Amazing!"
Deep in his heart, there was still a sentence that he had not spoken.
Although the six-eyed uncle is also very good at swordsmanship, he looks a bit too scary!
Tanjuro stared at Muichiro without saying a word - the other person's exceptionally cheerful and lively personality really surprised him.
but.
He glanced at Muichiro's smiling father, and at his side, Ichiro with his arms folded and his head bowed.
With his family all around, maybe he should have this character.
After being surprised.
Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
Tanjuro quickly looked both sides, his brows furrowed slightly, and a chill surged into his heart from behind.
how--
——Something feels wrong.
After Muichiro said this, Tanjuro felt a strange sense of crisis, like a thorn in his back.
At this time.
"Haha." Tokito Yuirou touched the heads of his two sons, raised his head and smiled twice at Tanjuro, quite embarrassed:
"Well... I'm sorry, the two children are more playful."
He smiled, his tone was very calm, and his eyes narrowed:
"This is the first time we meet. My name is Tokito Yuirou."
"We are in... actual combat."
Wei Yilang explained, he pointed at the ashes that the dog had turned into for a long time, and asked:
"Sir, do you know where there are trees like this? I have cut them down, but my two sons still need to give it a try."
Tanjuro looked at Yuirou blankly.
——?
(End of chapter)
