…
for a long time.
Until the setting sun sets in the west, the surroundings gradually become dark.
The lights in the Butterfly House came on, and the warm, yellow light filtered through the frosted glass, softly falling on Zenitsu's back, illuminating his dazed profile.
Zenitsu still stood upright, looking at the dark road without any light outside the gate.
Sudden.
His ears twitched slightly.
Step, step...
"...!" Shanyi's dull eyes moved, and he saw a figure staggering towards this side on the dark road in the distance.
The heart that had been silent suddenly beat.
Is he a senior brother?
His eyes were a little blurry, making it difficult for him to see the people on the road clearly.
But he felt that it must be the person he thought about...
Just when the tip of his nose felt sore and he was about to run over there crying.
tread.
However, the person who came staggered, leaning on a cane, and walked to the position where his face was barely illuminated by the light from the Butterfly House.
The gray hair poked out from the darkness and was exposed to the light. The tired old man leaned on a cane and looked at Shanyi who was walking towards this direction with a loss in his eyes.
Zenitsu's forward steps stopped. He looked at Ji Goro whose eyelids were drooped due to aging.
"...Master." He shouted in a daze.
The two people, both with tired faces, stood one behind the other on the dark road in the dim light.
The old and the young looked at each other and were silent for a long time.
at last.
Zenitsu, whose eyes were already red, could no longer hold back the sadness in his heart. He clenched his fists and tears filled his eyes.
"Woooooo-wow-!!"
Closing her eyes, my wife Zenitsu ran towards Cigoro, hugged her master, half-knelt on the ground, raised her head, and started to cry loudly.
Boom! The crutch in his hand was thrown away.
The two hugged each other and cried.
…
…
at the same time.
Vine attacks the mountain.
A man wearing a black uniform was holding a cylindrical electric light in his hand, patrolling the path in the wisteria forest.
"It's over again...how many people were buried in the ghost mouth of Tengxi Mountain this time..."
Yin's eyes were tired, and he looked around:
"Poor children, everyone is fighting with ghosts at the risk of their lives..."
His tone seemed a bit self-deprecating:
"Only I, at such an old age, can only timidly do logistics..."
The light swayed with his footsteps, flickering on and off.
He is the hidden man who patrols Tengxi Mountain on a daily basis.
At this time.
Uh-huh!
A fast black shadow flashed past him, and a breeze blew up, blowing the black cloth he used to cover his face.
"...What!" Yin was stunned, quickly turned around in shock, turned around and looked around, his face was surprised and faintly white:
"what?"
The light in my hand was shining in the direction of the wind, but there was nothing there.
Gudu.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked around, and backed away unconsciously.
No...
After looking around in horror, I was so scared that I broke into a cold sweat and waited for a long time.
He was relieved when he realized that nothing seemed to have happened.
He turned his head, spread his legs, and started running down the mountain quickly.
Even his patrol work has become just a casual glance and then leaving quickly.
Sudden.
tread.
Yin's footsteps paused, and the lamp in his hand swayed slightly due to the sudden stop of progress.
Cold sweat ran down his forehead.
He stood there and thought for a moment.
——Am I... running away?
His palms were sweating, and his breathing was quickening.
The pupils trembled slightly.
In my mind, the screams I heard for the past seven days kept ringing.
After a moment of silence, he casually pulled off the wisteria branches beside him and stuffed them into his arms.
He turned around, clutched the lantern in his hand, and walked up the mountain with a resolute expression.
…
Mountain.
There are no areas covered by wisteria anymore.
Snap.
The expressionless Tomioka Giyuu stopped, bowed slightly to relieve his strength, and the feathers on his body lifted up due to the sudden stop.
He had already been running around the edge of the wisteria forest on Tengxi Mountain, gradually narrowing the scope of his search upwards.
Finally, at this moment, I found my goal.
After gripping the Nichirin Sword at his waist, he raised his deep eyes and stared at the unfamiliar Teng Xishan in front of him.
That's right.
The dark shadow that passed through the invisibility just now was him.
During the day.
When he heard Aoi Kanzaki tell about the ghost that ate more than fifty people in Mount Fuji, Giyu Tomioka noticed something was wrong.
He lowered his eyes slightly, memories flooding back.
six years ago.
That was the period when I participated in the final selection.
That year, he was seriously injured by a ghost on the first day of the selection and fell into coma. He was taken care of by other swordsmen. He did not wake up leisurely until the selection was over seven days later.
That year, in order to save the rest of the team members from dying during the selection process, a swordsman named Qiu Tu almost single-handedly wiped out all the ghosts in the entire Vine Raid Mountain.
That year, none of the swordsmen who participated in the selection died.
——Except Qiang Rabbit.
rustle…
Tomioka stepped on the soft soil, straightened his back, and walked straight forward.
He has been thinking this way for six years.
Not a single ghost was defeated, but he who was saved did not pass the final selection at all.
Naturally, he is not worthy of becoming a swordsman, let alone being called a "Pillar".
It really should be a pillar.
It's a rabbit.
——It was his best friend who died in the final selection for unknown reasons six years ago!
Now.
Tomioka Giyu raised his head and looked forward with his dark blue eyes like a quiet lake. The calm water reflected a huge green figure in the distance.
He knew why.
Click.
The blade was blue, with the words "Evil Demon Slayer" inscribed on it. The sharp blade quickly came out of its sheath, reflecting the rare expressive face of Tomioka Giyu.
"Hiss——!!" White steam suddenly escaped from the corner of his mouth, his brows furrowed vigorously, and his calm lake-like eyes became turbulent.
The corners of his mouth were slightly bitten, and his black hair was lowered to cover his gloomy expression.
He stepped back slightly.
"The breath of water."
"The type of picking up."
Wow——!
It was like the sound of waves rising one after another as it rolled up from the blade and turned into a sudden wave of water.
Tomioka Yoshiyuki's eyes were firm, and white mist filled the corners of his mouth:
——“Life goes by.”
…
…
distance.
Saagiri Mountain.
In front of an open space.
Fog filled the surroundings, and a huge round stone with a thick rope tied to it was sitting here.
Thirteen looming human figures surrounded the stones and slowly walked out of the mist.
On their faces or on their bodies, they all carry disaster-abusing masks carved by Rinata Sakonji.
in.
There is a long and narrow scar on the right side of the mask on his face. The boy with long flesh-colored hair is sitting on the round boulder.
Thirteen people were all looking straight in a certain direction, standing still.
for a long time.
"...You've become stronger." Qiang Tu stretched out his hand, flicking his long flesh-colored hair slightly, and took off his mask, revealing his silver eyes. He looked straight in that direction and murmured.
Smile:
"Courageous."
After reading through the comics again, I found that Qiantu and Zhenshen were not from the same class...
(End of chapter)
