on the street.
The "Hidden" team members in black uniforms were hurriedly shuttling between the ruins and buildings.
They had to move the knife-forging village to a new village before dark.
Tie Qiao walked in front of several people.
He was leading a few people to a temporary residence for rest.
The people who had been fighting all night definitely needed a good rest - Tie Qiao thought so.
"It's passed down from our ancestors, that's it." Tie Qiao looked like he suddenly understood. He nodded, and then said the same thing:
"The one in my family is also an ancestral one."
As he spoke, he took a closer look at Tanjuro's appearance.
——What a resemblance.
Tie Qiao looked at the markings on Tanjuro's forehead and the dark red feathers, and thought to himself.
If it weren't for the different surnames, he would have almost suspected——
——The Kamado Tanjuro in front of me is the descendant of the prototype swordsman from the Warring States Period.
Purgatory Makijuro glanced at Tanjuro, who was holding the Nichirin sword with only a small blade left in his hand, and moved his eyes towards Tie Qiao.
"Ah, by the way, Mr. Yanzhu." Tie Qiao noticed Makijuro's gaze. He turned his head to look at Makijuro, and his eyes moved to the broken knife in the other man's hand:
"Your sword forger is still the same one. He should have told you about this."
"Yes, I know." Purgatory Makijuro nodded. He frowned and looked around at the ruins.
Tanjuro remained silent, feeling his own life force within his body.
Killed two strings at once.
The battle memory and rebirth power gained have improved his physique to a state where he can still maintain a certain level of combat effectiveness without relying on the power of burning rebirth.
Sure enough, we still have to find the upper string to chop.
——This time the Sword Forging Village came to the right place.
Just as he was thinking this, he was walking beside everyone.
Sudden.
"dad!"
A childish voice with a crying tone came from the front.
Almost at the same time.
Uh-huh!
Purgatory Makijuro, Kamado Tanjuro, and Tokitoru Yuiro quickly raised their eyes and focused on the front.
ahead.
Da da da!
"Ouch...! It's not good!"
The boy wearing a small fire man mask and a red short shirt with the word "fire man" written on the back was howling and running towards this side on his short legs:
"Dad! Are you okay!!"
Just when the boy was crying and running over.
He suddenly saw Tanjuro among the crowd looking at him.
"…Eh?"
The boy stopped in surprise, forgetting to cry for a moment, and stood there in disbelief.
Just when everyone was confused.
"Xiaotie!"
Tie Qiao suddenly squatted down and hugged the boy who ran over:
"it's okay no problem."
Tie Qiao smiled and picked up Xiao Tie. He raised his hand and said very proudly: "The village chief has said that in the near future, I will be the next chief of the Knife Forging Village."
"How could anything happen to me, right?"
Xiaotie was lifted up by his father. He reacted and sobbed again. Tears flowed out from the round eyes of the fire man's mask. He nodded vigorously:
"…Uh-huh!"
"Okay, okay, don't cry so easily. Mom will be sad when she sees it."
"Well!"
Upon hearing the word 'mom', Xiaotie's sobbing suddenly stopped.
——By the way, Tie Qiao’s wife is a member of the Demon Slayer Squad.
At the same time, Tie Qiao is also his wife's knife forger.
At this time.
After Xiao Tie held back his sobs, he wiped the tears on his mask with his hand and said to Tie Qiao in a crying tone:
"But, Dad."
As he said that, Kotetsu glanced at Tanjuro secretly.
Then he continued:
"Man, the doll was damaged because of the sudden wind last night." He said in a depressed tone, wiping his hands full of tears:
"I...don't know what to do anymore..."
After hearing this.
The few people who were standing behind the father and son, watching quietly, witnessed it with their own eyes.
"…Ha ha?"
Creak——
Tie Qiao went from being cheerful to becoming petrified and broken into pieces.
"Dad? Dad! Are you okay!!"
…
…
Shortly after.
In front of Tie Qiao's house.
"I'm sorry, everyone, I asked you to follow me for a run after a tiring night."
Everyone stood here, watching Tie Qiao turn around and shout, while carefully turning over the ruins.
Tie Qiao's home is already in ruins.
"call……"
He found a box that was lying sideways in the ruins and was as tall as a person. After groping for a small key on his body, he began to debug it in the box.
Click!
Following a few soft sounds, human-like arms could be vaguely seen popping out of the box.
After a period of careful inspection.
Tie Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
After comforting Xiao Tie for a while, Tie Qiao turned around and smiled sheepishly:
"You guys are laughing."
He closed the box and then stood it upright with all his strength.
Creak...
He stretched out his hand and pulled, and the door of the box opened immediately.
After seeing clearly the items in the box.
"Oh! He looks like that uncle..."
Muichiro shouted. He pointed at the box, blinked and looked at Tanjuro.
After realizing that Tanjuro was unresponsive, Muichiro hesitated for a while, touched his head and stopped talking.
He lowered his head and his face turned slightly red.
"Six hands..." Ichiro looked at the box with disgust and frowned - he was particularly sensitive to the number "six" now.
No.
The point is - why should we follow these people...
He frowned tightly and looked sideways at his smiling father beside him.
"It's really interesting." Weiyi Langzheng clapped his hands with a very interested expression, smiling and talking to himself.
?
Ichiro's expression gradually distorted.
The only people who seemed to be calm were Makijuro and Tanjuro himself.
"Haha, I was quite surprised when I first saw him."
Tie Qiao held the box with one hand, he smiled and touched Xiao Tie's head next to him, and said in a tone of survival after a disaster:
"Only the paint on the face was damaged, and the internal structure was not damaged."
"What a blessing among misfortunes." He tilted his head slightly and looked into the box.
inside the box.
The "man" with a dark red high ponytail, a red feathered fabric, a long black hakama, six arms with obvious joints hanging down, and flower earrings on his earlobes, stood in the box.
Stacked armor with strong Warring States characteristics was covering his shoulders.
The only flaw may be the broken left half of the face. You can faintly see red streaks spreading in the unbroken area.
Beside him, six well-maintained knives were neatly arranged.
Everyone's eyes moved back and forth between the doll and Tanjuro.
——At first glance, it looks like two Tanjuro are standing here.
"This is a fighting machine doll that has been passed down from generation to generation in my family."
Tie Qiao looked at the people in front of him proudly. He put his elbow on the box and stood on one foot:
"The prototype is a swordsman from the Warring States Period."
"That swordsman's name is Jiguo Enichi."
"So, my ancestors named this doll——"
"Yuan Yi Zero Type."
Chapter 2 is not finished yet, will come later
(End of chapter)
