inside the house.
"Meow…"
Feeling the caress, the white cat raised its head in confusion and looked at Mingmingyu who was stunned in place.
Weimingyu kept squatting down, covering the white cat's back with his generous palms, and remained motionless.
——Under the hair, the feeling of friction between skin and muscles came along the fingers.
--This is…
He was slightly startled.
in memory.
Tanjuro's movements gradually became clear.
From the first meeting at the entrance of the village to the discovery of the winding ghost on the roof.
Observe the action when opening the door, and make subtle adjustments when sitting down.
During the battle, when he passes by himself, he can accurately judge the movements of his own Sun Hammer in advance and coordinate with it.
As if the idea of using sword skills formed in his mind, Tanjuro already knew it.
Being blind, he pays more attention to such subtleties.
thump!
thump!
The sound of my heart beating seemed to echo in my chest.
Layers of pictures were superimposed in Weimingyu's mind, instantly turning into a transparent white light.
The perception I have honed over the past twenty-five years, at this moment, comes naturally.
Wow——
It was like a gentle wind blowing across his face.
Weimingyu's hand slowly left the white cat's back.
He opened his mouth slightly.
Tears streaked down his cheeks and fell on the confused white cat's head.
"Meow?"
The beating of the heart, the flow of blood, the slight friction between muscles and bones, the breeze blowing through the hair.
Weimingyu slowly raised his head. Like a newborn baby, he "looked" at everything around him seriously for the first time.
In an instant.
The world was born in his heart.
— has never been so clear.
Tears fell silently from the corners of his eyes.
…
…
After feeling the surroundings and being lost in thought for a long while.
Mingmingyu slowly came back to his senses
At this moment, he understood Tanjuro's various subtle adaptation actions before.
"Amitabha…"
He gently put down the white cat in his hand, clasped his hands together, closed his white eyes, and murmured:
"Is this the world in your eyes...Mr. Kamado..."
soon.
Weimingyu stood up.
He hugged the white cat and walked into the house, where there was a table for writing - although it had never been used before.
He believed that there was something more that needed to be added to his mission report.
…
…
the other side.
On the way from Taoshan to Butterfly House.
Whoosh——
"I was struck by lightning. As expected, I'd better go to the butterfly house to look for butterflies first." Lintaki was running for the last time. He stretched his hands back and held the front handle of the stretcher.
Nintaki and Tanjuro were carrying a simple stretcher, with the unconscious Zenitsu lying on it with his mouth open, his eyes rolled back.
The two of them were carrying Zenitsu and moving forward quickly.
There was foam pouring out of the corners of the unconscious Shan Yi's mouth.
"I'm lucky to be alive."
Kuwashima Jigoro was leaning on a cane, but his speed did not slow down at all, and he followed closely behind the two.
He was not out of breath at all at this moment, and was talking to himself very steadily, even though several people were running.
Several people behind.
The face was gloomy and his eyes were looking at Zenitsu on the stretcher with disgust. The green-eyed boy with black hair and a magatama around his neck was trying to follow behind.
"Bah!" He clicked his tongue and looked at Shanyi in disgust.
——The troublesome guy.
The thick eyebrows frowned slightly.
Today is obviously the day to practice sword forms, why did you get struck by lightning at this time?
——Crying and crying every day is simply wasting the master’s time!
Today too!
The black-haired boy thought, looking at Zenitsu with an even more angry look.
My own training time is also taken up!
Seemingly noticing his emotions, Ci Wulang, who was running ahead, turned around and shouted loudly:
"Hongyue!"
"concentrate!"
The black-haired boy known as "Hongyue" was slightly startled when he heard this. He looked at Ci Wulang, then lowered his head and concentrated on his way:
"Yes, master."
Ci Wulang slowly withdrew his eyes, but he couldn't help but feel worried in his heart.
Daoyu Gangyue——is the first disciple he accepted.
He worked very hard on practicing swordsmanship and made rapid progress.
When I saw him for the first time, Yue Yue was lying on the ground, his face covered with scars, drinking mud water to survive.
This experience caused him to be too withdrawn and unable to integrate into the surrounding environment - alas.
Thinking of this, Kuwashima Jigoro sighed deeply.
How can we rescue this child from his closed heart...
The old face was full of sadness.
ahead.
Tanjuro glanced sideways, paying attention to Ina Tamaki who was trying his best to follow behind.
The other party's anger was unabashedly displayed to Zenitsu.
He looked away.
Staring straight ahead, I don't know what I'm thinking in my heart.
…
…
Shortly after.
Butterfly House.
Second floor.
Ward.
Several people gathered here.
In the courtyard, several children who saw Tanjuro running back in a hurry also rushed over.
The leader was Tanjiro.
"Ah la ah la, what's going on?"
When the Butterfly Ninja saw Zenitsu who was smoking, he couldn't help but cover his mouth with his hand, and sighed softly and worriedly:
"... caused by blood ghost magic?"
As she said that, she reached out her hand and touched Zenyi's forehead.
So hot.
The butterfly ninja frowned.
"No." Ji Wulang frowned. He looked at Zenitsu worriedly and explained:
"This kid was just struck by lightning."
Hear the words.
——?
Even the butterfly ninja, the owner of the Butterfly House, who had seen many injured people, was stunned for a moment.
"That's it...I understand."
After reacting quickly, Butterfly Ninja nodded, opened the medicine box on the side, and began to conduct a detailed examination of the unconscious Zenitsu.
but.
After some inspection.
Butterfly Ninja straightened up in confusion, and she looked at the unconscious Zenitsu.
"What's wrong?" When Ci Wulang saw this, his eyes were filled with worry. He quickly took two steps forward and asked Butterfly Ninja: "Can this child still wake up?"
Butterfly Ninja's expression was a little hesitant, she opened her mouth slightly, and then said in a doubtful tone:
"Um…"
"In general, except for the relatively high body temperature, there is nothing abnormal about the rest."
At this time.
Uh-huh!
"Nothing unusual..."
A hand stretched out from behind several people and pointed directly at Zenitsu who was lying on the hospital bed. His voice was filled with suppressed resentment:
"That!"
Several people turned around and looked at the owner who spoke along their arms.
Zhuo Yue was raising his hands, with a look of disgust on his face, and shouted:
"Isn't this guy just pretending to sleep?"
With that said, he took a step forward and reached out to grab the lapel of the unconscious Shanyi.
Creak——
Using his arms hard, he lifted his upper body up:
"Hey! Idiot!" Yu Yue clenched his fists, and the veins bulged along his neck. He shook Zenitsu and shouted:
"Wake up quickly! Don't waste other people's time here!"
"There are still patients waiting for treatment! Bastard!"
Snapped!
At this time.
One hand grasped Yue Yue's arm and squeezed it hard.
Creaking…
Zhuo Yue glanced at it.
Not the master's hand.
"——Huh?" He looked sharply and turned his head to look at the owner of the arm.
"Let him go!"
The one who shouted was Tanjiro.
(End of chapter)
