The moonlight gradually dimmed.
The sky turned white, although it was still very dim.
In the forest.
Tanjuro's eyes were a little dazed.
Tanjuro understood every word Yuirou said, but combined, he couldn't understand what he was talking about.
Helpless, Tanjuro had no choice but to look at Purgatory Makijuro, who was leaning against a tree and resting with his eyes closed.
——Makijuro came with Muichiro and the others, so he should know something.
Who knows.
"…what are you saying?"
Purgatory Makijuro's reaction was the same as Tanjuro's. He almost came to Yuirou's side in one big step with a shocked expression:
"Tree?" Makijuro pointed at the half-tengu that had just been chopped into ashes by Tanjuro:
"You said this is a tree?"
Tokitou Yuirou was stunned for a moment. He looked at the confused Makijuro and nodded in the same confusion:
"That's right." He seemed startled by Makijuro's sudden loud voice, his brain shut down, and he subconsciously replied:
"I am a woodcutter and I make a living by selling firewood."
Purgatory Makijuro was startled for a moment, and the look of surprise on his face became even more intense.
As if he couldn't believe it, he gestured with his hand, hesitated, and confirmed again:
"The tree you cut...that...tree?"
Tokitou Yuirou nodded affirmatively again.
Tree——Mr. Jiguo told him.
But to be honest, except for trees - Yilang didn't know what name to use to call this kind of thing.
It can still grow back after being cut down, and it looks numb and lumpy.
Weiyilang now thinks that the name tree is very reasonable.
"No, no, no, no." Makojuro shook his head.
"Something's wrong." Makijuro suddenly scratched his head. He frowned, touched his chin with his hand, and looked at Tokitoro and his son in disbelief.
--Too strange…
The woodcutter...how can he hold a knife?
Countless questions came to my mind for a while.
but.
"Bang bang bang!!"
Suddenly, there was a violent stamping on the ground from the direction behind Tanjuro!
Several people looked back in shock.
soon.
A few people in the distance saw a strong figure running wildly at the end of the road that Tanjuro sprinted away.
Dust rises behind it
"Namo Amitabha!!"
Mingyu Xingming held the chain in his hand, recited Buddhist scriptures, and was running towards this side non-stop.
The sudden disappearance of Hupotian gave him a bad premonition.
In addition, after he loudly reported the news to Tanjuro, he did not receive a response.
Then he started running in a hurry.
After running in front of everyone, looking left and right, he swung the solar meteor hammer in his hand twice.
He turned his head slightly and looked at Tanjuro:
"Mr. Kamado, the third string is now..."
Tanjuro smiled and slowly opened his mouth, the white steam he had forgotten to exhale now overflowing:
"already dead."
Hearing this, Weimingyu stopped shaking the meteor hammer in his hand and nodded:
"...That's it."
Although he still had doubts, he was no longer surprised.
The impression he had when they first met has already changed. He Mingyu has discovered many unimaginable qualities in Tanjuro.
For example - perception ability.
Weimingyu was born blind, but he has developed a penetrating mind over the years by reciting Buddhist scriptures and sensing his surroundings.
But just now, he failed to notice the traces of Hantengu several times, but Tanjuro was able to spot it immediately and pursue it closely.
——If only Makijuro and I were here tonight.
——I'm afraid, I can only keep the pot.
Mingyu Xingming took out the Buddhist beads and moved them with one hand. Two lines of clear tears welled up from his eyes.
Now.
Two winders were killed, which is good news.
This news will definitely cheer people up when they take it home...
Click.
Infernal Makijuro, who had been staring at Tokitoro and his son for a long time, shook his head, curled his lips, and said with a vicissitudes of life:
"There might be some remaining ghosts over there in the village, let's go."
As he said that, Makijuro looked at Tanjuro specifically.
Just when everyone nodded and prepared to leave the area.
Wow——
A burst of red and white entangled light rose from the ashes of Hantengu.
Instead, he plunged into Tanjuro's chest.
And——floating in mid-air, a stack of white paper figures.
then.
In the doubtful eyes of several people.
"I'll be here in a minute."
Tanjuro suddenly stopped, turned around, and stretched out his hand to fish out the air above the half-tengu.
——Strange uncle.
Deep down in Ichiro's heart, he silently labeled Tanjuro this way.
…
Not long after everyone left.
[Combat Memory·Half-Tengu]
Tanjuro felt the power of rebirth within his body.
The missing piece of resurrection was filled, and the power of resurrection with the upper limit of two was completely filled.
The resurrection brought by the Half-Tiangu exceeded the upper limit and exceeded the limit by two.
This overflowing resurrection did not disappear directly.
Instead, like the memory of the battle, it turned into actual physical fitness and was integrated into Tanjuro's body in small amounts.
…
Forest edge.
As he passed by the ashes of the jade pot, Tanjuro repeated the above operation.
The number of resurrections brought by the jade pot is one less than that of the half-tengu.
There are ten paper figures in total when the two are superimposed.
But right now.
Buzz——
Tanjuro, who remained vigilant and kept his eyes open to the world, suddenly noticed a hidden line of sight.
He raised his head and looked toward the depths of the forest.
Deep in the forest.
In perception, a vague human figure is standing there, and some familiar human muscles that have been polished to their peak gradually emerge.
Until——Tanjuro saw the six eyeballs on the man's head.
The golden eyes are staring straight at this side!
After noticing Tanjuro's gaze, the six eyes even looked at Tanjuro.
! !
Tanjuro's relaxed heart suddenly tightened. He suddenly grasped the cooled and sheathed Kakimaru at his waist and looked forward cautiously.
——It’s Hei Shimo!
He tightened his grip on Kakimaru's knife handle and stood there.
Hei Shimo stood in the depths of the forest, motionless.
The two were far apart, but looking at each other.
for a long time.
Black Death Mou looked directly at Tanjuro.
As if showing it to him.
The upper and lower pairs of eyes gradually closed.
Tanjuro was slightly startled.
——?
Before Tanjuro could react, he understood what this meant.
Maybe it's daybreak, or maybe it's some other reason.
Black Death Mou no longer looked here, and quickly disappeared in place, far away from Tanjuro's perception range.
It's different from last time.
Tanjuro did not detect any hostility from Hei Shimu's gaze.
…
…
Shortly after.
Its daybreak.
Knife Forging Village.
"oh oh!"
Muichiro stood on a hillside. He looked down at the entire sword-forging village. He clenched his hands and raised his hands, turning to shout to Ichiro:
"Brother! Look!"
He pointed to the ruins of the Knife Forging Village:
"There is actually a village so close to our home!" Muichiro's eyes were full of novelty:
"We didn't know that before!"
Ichiro pretended not to hear and glanced to the other side.
——What village...
He glanced down slightly.
——This... is just a ruin.
(End of chapter)
