A few days ago.
night.
The Tokito brothers had just finished tonight's sword practice, and they were wiping the sweat from their foreheads.
As if he mustered up a lot of courage, Ichiro took a deep breath, and in the eyes of his younger brother's doubts, he shouted to the side of the tree:
"Uncle!"
"What do the words in your eyes mean?"
Iwakatsu Tsukuni stood under the tree, deep in thought, with the questions Ichiro asked him just now echoing in his ears.
He raised his head, put his hand casually on the handle of the knife, looked at the two brothers with the faded word "one", and spoke in a calm tone:
"You...can't read...?"
The meaning he asked was not just simply "literacy", but also "reading".
"cough!"
Ichiro and Muichiro looked at each other, then moved their eyes to the side as if nothing had happened.
The elder brother nudged his younger brother with his elbow, and Muichiro suddenly looked at his elder brother with wide eyes in disbelief.
"I know you." Wuichiro reacted. He hesitated and lowered his head in shame:
"Some simple words...of course I know them."
Jiguo Yansheng remained silent.
When Jiguo Imsheng learned that the current Tokitou family was illiterate, he was a little surprised.
He immediately taught the two brothers Ichiro how to read and calligraphy during his free time while taking a break from swordsmanship.
Among them, the first sentence he taught was——
"Those who have lost their way will end up in the same place."
Secondly, there are some individual words such as "Jiguo, Tokitou, Demon Slayer, Choice...".
…
On the corridor under the eaves.
"One day...you will decide your own future path..."
Jiguo Yansheng was sitting on his knees in the corridor. In front of him was a small wooden table, holding a writing brush in his hand.
"I will not order...or let you make any decisions..."
"What I did... was because of the path I took... my own choices..."
The ink-soaked brush stroked across the paper, writing small characters steadily.
The clouds that covered the bright moon gradually dispersed, and the clear moonlight shone slantly under the eaves.
Jiguo Yansheng slowly raised his head, put down the brush in his hand, and looked at the bright yellow moon in the night sky.
"Now…"
His mouth opened slightly and his voice was calm:
"Make a decision..."
…
…
now.
Daytime.
"…Decide?"
The sunlight passed under the eaves, crossed the open door, and fell on Ichiro's surprised face.
He was still immersed in what he just saw on the note, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Muichiro's mood changed quickly. He was sitting next to his brother expectantly with an excited look on his face.
Everyone was sitting in the house, forming a circle.
"so…"
Purgatory Makijuro interrupted the silence between the two of them. He lowered his eyes and thought:
"You want to join the Demon Slayer Corps...?"
Muichiro nodded quickly, clenched his fists excitedly, and agreed:
"Um!"
"The Demon Slayer Squad is what you said! It's a good place to help others!"
He recalled how he had practiced swordsmanship and grown in strength during this period of time.
And - the helplessness when faced with her mother's serious illness.
Already, I don’t want to experience that kind of powerlessness anymore!
Muichiro thought, clenching his fists harder, his hands turning white, and his tone gradually became firmer:
"If it can make others feel at ease, I'll join!"
"Wait! Muichiro!" Upon seeing this, Ichiro quickly stretched out his hand to hold his younger brother, his tone hesitant:
"Too fast...! Calm down and think carefully..."
Things were going a bit beyond Ichiro's imagination. Even he, who considered himself the smartest in the family, couldn't wrap his head around it at the moment.
At this time.
"Muichiro is right."
Tokitou Yuichiro held a small pot of peeled chestnuts, put it down, and slowly sat next to Muichiro.
Snap.
He stretched out his hand, gently rubbed Muichiro's head, and said in a gentle tone:
“Do good for no one but others.”
“Helping others will ultimately help you.”
Yuichiro smiled, and after looking at Muichiro for a moment, he slowly looked at Tanjuro and the three people sitting opposite:
"After all, he is my son. If Muichiro wants to join, then so will I."
Purgatory Makijuro nodded, and then turned his gaze to Ichiro, whose face was full of doubts and panic:
"Well, what about you?"
Ichiro's head was buzzing.
"I...I..." he hesitated, his eyes constantly moving between his father and his brother.
At this time.
"Namo...please wait a moment, Mr. Makijuro." Mingyu Xingming silently recited the Buddha's name, and he interrupted the conversation of several people:
"Sorry, Mr. Yilang."
Thoughts ran through my heart.
Part 1...Let them decide whether to join the Demon Slayer Corps...
He pondered for a moment, his voice was dull, he tilted his head towards Makijuro, and gave his answer:
"This matter is definitely not something we can decide easily..."
"This should be reported to the lord as soon as possible, and the lord will make a further judgment."
Snap, snap.
In his hand, the incomplete red Buddha beads were pressed continuously. Wei Mingyu turned around and faced the duo Yilang and his son:
"Before my lord agrees, could you please invite a few..."
Wei Mingyu straightened up his upper body, his strong body was like a hill, and his white eyes looked at Ichiro with fear:
"Leave with us first, don't worry, the Demon Slayer Corps will arrange accommodation for you."
Hear the words.
Muichiro, Ichiro, and Yuichiro, father and son, looked at each other.
They all turned around and looked at Shi Touxun, who was sitting in the middle and drinking tea slowly.
Shi Touxun swallowed the tea in her mouth, she smiled slightly, turned her head and agreed:
"sure."
It seemed that he noticed the sleepiness of the two Tokito brothers.
Weimingyu nodded and said in a deep voice:
"Thank you. Let's take a rest at your residence for a day and set off together tomorrow."
Snap, snap.
Because he lowered his head, some tears fell on the wooden floor.
"Uncle, what are you crying for?" Ichiro was startled again by Mingmingyu. He put his hands behind his back and stepped back twice.
"Ah...ah...what a touching family affection."
As Wei Mingyu spoke, he raised his head high and clasped his hands together.
But inside, he was thinking about another question.
[The lord has already known about the winding incident in the Knife Forging Village, and the village will be moved out before tonight. ]
[There must be a lot of swordsmen sent to reinforce the protection. By then, even if the first one of the winding strings appears again...]
Mingyu Xingming turned his head slightly.
He focused on Tanjuro, who was studying the map behind the others.
——I will definitely be able to kill him on the spot tonight.
Thinking of this.
Snap!
Wai Mingyu clasped his hands together and trembled slightly. In the eyes of others, the huge Buddhist beads swayed with his movements, which was very intimidating.
Several people behind.
Tanjuro sat across from Tokito's house. He flattened the map of Mugen City on the wooden floor and observed it carefully.
——This is a diagram of the internal structure of Infinite City.
(End of chapter)
