…
Looking at Tomioka Giyu with a tired face, Lintaki remained silent and his closed eyes were slightly moist.
He slowly opened his eyes and was about to invite Yiyong into the room to talk in detail.
tread.
In a daze, he seemed to see illusory figures emerging from the mist around him.
Qiantu turned his head and hugged Tomioka Giyu and Lintaki into his arms.
"Mr. Lintaki."
"master."
"grandfather."
"It's not your fault."
"Thanks."
Ethereal sounds came and went all of a sudden.
After seeing the familiar smiles of several children.
Lintaki was slightly stunned, and the face behind the Tengu mask was a little dazed.
…
for a long time.
After paying tribute to the disciples who died in the final selection with Tomioka Giyu, the two returned to the wooden house one after the other.
On the way back, neither master nor disciple said a word.
inside the house.
Lintaki sat in front of the candle table, picked up a brush, and wrote something under the flickering candlelight.
Behind him was Giyu Tomioka, who was lying on his back sleeping on the bunk, sleeping as peacefully as he did six years ago.
His eyes closed, and a comfortable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
This night.
Yiyong slept peacefully.
…
…
at the same time.
distance.
The forest surrounds a clearing, surrounded by overgrown weeds, and the moonlight shines through the gaps in the swaying leaves.
Creak - bang!
The wooden door radiating warm light suddenly appeared in mid-air, and with a harsh sliding sound, it was suddenly opened.
then.
Snap! Click, click, click!
Several things that looked like eyeballs with tentacles growing from the bottom kept falling from the wooden door.
Until it piled up into a dark hill, squirming slightly.
The eye-shaped creature twisted its tentacles, barely supported itself, and turned its head suddenly.
In the middle of the scarlet eyeball, the word "四" was written clearly.
After the wooden door disappeared in mid-air, the eyes seemed to be stunned for a moment.
Then, they quickly dispersed around, got into the surrounding woods or bushes, and left here.
A faint voice sounded in the air where the wooden door disappeared:
"...You did well, Narume."
…
The next day.
Saagiri Mountain.
Lintaki's home.
Sunlight leaked into the house through the crack of the open door, illuminating the eyelids of someone sleeping soundly.
He frowned and his eyelids trembled slightly.
then.
Uh-huh!
"…!"
The figure with disheveled hair suddenly opened his eyes, and he sat up from the bed, his dull eyes gradually returning to consciousness.
Sitting on the bunk, Giyu Tomioka, his clothes in messy clothes, stared straight ahead.
His eyes, which were originally as quiet as a deep pool, suddenly became brighter. At this moment, his expression was tense and solemn.
Cold sweat slowly fell from his forehead.
Oops.
Tomioka Yoshiyuki lowered his head, and the sunlight on the bed reminded him of the time at this moment.
——He seems to have forgotten something.
On his stern face, his brows couldn't stop frowning.
In his mind, a figure who would smile and poke his wounds with his fingers appeared.
The cold sweat on his forehead became more intense.
before.
The light leaking from the door was suddenly blocked, and the figure stood outside the door, looking towards the door:
"Are you awake, Yiyong?"
Lintaki was carrying a bundle of firewood, half of his red Tengu mask was exposed in the sun, and his old voice was not as dull as before:
"Breakfast will be ready soon, get up."
Hear the words.
Tomioka Giyu raised his head and looked in the direction outside the door.
It seemed like he was going through a struggle inside.
Finally, he sat up.
Instead of returning to Butterfly House, he followed the master to prepare breakfast.
…
Butterfly House.
The penetration training has ended, and several children have returned to the butterfly house again.
The hermits were leaning against the wall, sweating profusely, looking at each other helplessly.
"...so tired."
"Yes, all the wounded who were finally selected came over in one go."
"Others have also been transferred to help rebuild the Knife Forging Village..."
"There are only four of us left in such a huge butterfly house!"
The words are closed.
Several people looked at each other again and sighed heavily helplessly.
At this time.
"...Tanjiro, where is Tanjiro's kid?"
A weak and pale man stumbled over, holding on to the wall, panting:
"I think we need Tanjiro..."
Others Yin saw this and looked at each other.
"Tanjiro, he..."
Sudden.
A sharp-eyed Yin caught a glimpse of Kanzaki Aoi, who was resting and passing by.
He stretched out his hand and shouted:
"Please wait a moment! This team member!"
Kanzaki Aoi, who was in a daze after being called out, was slightly startled. She turned around and looked at the several hidden people running towards her.
…
In the courtyard.
A few small figures stood here.
Among them, the young figure who was dancing suddenly felt a little lackluster.
He lowered his head and looked at the stick in his hand.
There was silence for a while.
"Father." Zhuxiong raised his head. He looked at Tanjuro who was standing next to him, adjusting his posture with his hands, and said in a confused tone:
"Why do we keep doing the Kagura dance?"
As he spoke, he pointed to the Tokito brothers on the other side of the courtyard, who were practicing their sword skills:
"They have been practicing that kind of swordsmanship all day long!"
So handsome!
Zhu Xiong clenched his raised fist, his eyes were bright, and he pursed his lips:
"If this continues, it will be a matter of time before they take over the entire courtyard!"
As he spoke, he turned his head and blinked at his father with expectant eyes.
I want to learn that kind of swordsmanship too!
The voice of longing sounded in Zhuxiong's heart.
Tanjuro smiled helplessly, he could naturally see what Takeo was thinking.
Takeo's menacing appearance failed to attract the attention of the Tokito brothers he was pointing at, but it made Tanjiro beside him laugh.
"Takeo." Tanjiro put down the wooden stick he was waving in place of Kagura when dancing. He walked over, bent down and gently touched the opponent's head.
Looking at each other with firm eyes, Tanjiro smiled:
"The Kagura dance that we have passed down from generation to generation is the most suitable thing for us to practice."
He knew clearly that his father once told him that the "transparent world" of the teaching pillar in the previous seven days was actually something his father gradually realized and discovered when he danced a whole night of Kagura at the beginning of each year.
Thinking about it, Tanjiro raised his head and smiled at his father with his still childish face.
rustle…
A generous palm gently covered Tanjiro's head: "You will feel it after you practice for a long time."
"Takeo." Tanjuro stood up and looked at Takeo who was in a daze. He explained:
"Carefully remember the movements and feelings of the Kagura Dance."
"And." He smiled softly, looked at the Shitou brothers who were training not far away, and said in a calm tone:
"Kagura, the God of Fire."
"It's not just a simple dance."
"Actually..."
Tanjuro turned around and looked at the dull Takeo:
“…it’s swordplay woven into a dance.”
Hear the words.
Zhuxiong, who was still a little depressed just now, slowly lit up with excitement in his eyes. He raised his hands and shouted:
"Really?!"
"The Kagura dance passed down in our family is swordsmanship?!"
After seeing Tanjuro nod, Takeo excitedly hugged Tanjiro's brother beside him, and then shook him:
"oh oh--!!"
"So handsome!"
Shigeru, who had just walked out of the Butterfly House and was rubbing his groggy eyes, heard Takeo's shouting and immediately ran over with an interested expression on his face:
"What?" Mao came over curiously: "What are you talking about?"
Seeing this, Tanjuro raised his head, glanced slightly sideways, and glanced at the Tokito brothers who were waving wooden swords not far away.
…
Opposite the Kamado family.
Uh-huh!
Ichiro's expression was resolute, and his hands were tightly holding the handle of the wooden sword with scratches all over it.
And kept waving hard.
beside.
Muichiro also held a wooden sword. He pretended to wave it, but in fact his eyes narrowed and he kept looking in Tanjuro's direction.
"Hmm... um... I see..."
After observing carefully for a period of time, he made sure that his mind had memorized the movements taught by Tanjuro just now.
He secretly replaced the sword skill of Breath of the Moon that he was practicing with "Kagura, the God of Fire" that he had memorized in his mind.
Hold the wooden knife tightly.
Uh-huh!
Just when he had just put his hands in the starting position.
Snapped!
"pain!"
The wooden sword wielded by Ichiro suddenly turned and struck him on the head one step earlier.
Muichiro was caught off guard and was hit hard. He shrank his head and turned his head in aggrieved manner:
"…What are you doing, brother?"
"You..." Ichiro looked at his younger brother helplessly, then shook his head and sighed:
"If you really want to learn, just go and ask that uncle."
"It would be bad if you were caught sneaking around."
Hear the words.
"ah!"
"I know...but." Muichiro turned his head and covered his head with his hands, his expression seemed a little embarrassed:
"I always feel...it's a bit rude to ask directly."
After hearing what my brother said clearly.
A tic-tac-toe was raised on Ichiro's forehead. He clenched his fists, lowered his head slightly, and his brows twitched slightly.
——?
"It's most rude of you to steal your studies like this!"
Ichiro's expression gradually collapsed as he yelled.
But Yilang, who was sitting in the corridor and talking to his wife, looked in the direction of his two sons and was chatting and laughing with his wife carelessly.
…
for a long time.
"…Is this really good?"
"Stop asking! Go quickly!"
Snapped!
After being pushed hard.
Muichiro Tokitou had a big bag on his head. His face turned red and he moved this way cautiously, his movements a little awkward.
From time to time, his eyes glance behind him in the direction of his brother Ichiro.
After seeing his brother standing there with his arms folded and nodding to him with trusting eyes.
"...Yeah!" Wuichiro closed his eyes suddenly and nodded vigorously.
Then, he closed his eyes and ran to the Kamado family in a few steps.
The children who were noisy just now suddenly quieted down and looked curiously at Muichiro who ran over.
"That, that!" Muichiro raised his hand, his eyes wandering. He thought about his words and tried his best to look up at Tanjuro in front of him:
"I...you..."
Pointing his fingers at a loss, Muichiro finally plucked up the courage. He recalled the ultimate sword light he saw in the forest that night:
"I'm sorry! I'm rude!"
"Can...can you let me learn that Kagura dance with you?"
"Please!" He said, closing his eyes tightly.
See this.
Takeo and Shigeru looked at each other.
Both of them had surprised expressions in their eyes.
They also thought that Muichiro came here specially to mock them.
result…
what is this?
Subsequently.
"Haha." Takeo showed a standard 'Kamado' smile. He bent his eyes, stretched out his somewhat dirty hands towards Muichiro, and said in a childish voice:
"sure."
Muichiro was stunned.
He opened his eyes and looked up at Zhu Xiong in disbelief.
accepted?
Just when Muichiro didn't react, he was hesitant and hesitant about what to say.
Snapped!
Zhuxiong took the first step, grabbed his hand, raised his fist, and answered with a smile:
"let's work hard together!"
Under the sunlight, against the swaying green behind him, the young man's smile suddenly looked extremely bright.
Sparkling.
"Yes!" Muichiro's pupils were slightly opened, and Takeo's smile was reflected in his eyes. His face showed a look of hope and yearning, and he nodded vigorously in excitement, for fear that the other party would regret it.
——What a kind child!
Muichiro was deeply moved. He had never experienced such generosity from other people his age.
——Compared with my brother, no doubt.
He looked at Takeo, Shigeru, and Tanjiro with almost equally gentle smiles.
——This is an angel!
…
Behind Muichiro.
Seeing Muichiro surrounded by three Kamado family members, he looked like he was being accepted.
Ichiro raised his eyebrows and nodded with satisfaction.
——Isn’t that what you can do, Muichiro.
Sudden.
"Ah——qiu!" The tip of his nose itched, he took a sharp breath and sneezed.
After scratching his nose, Ichiro looked around suspiciously, then looked away.
With a glance, he accidentally saw the corner of the courtyard.
in the corner.
Uh-huh!
Uh-huh!
A certain blond guy, whose hair swayed like a yellow dandelion as he moved, was waving the wooden knife in his hand vigorously.
My wife, Zenitsu, had a resolute expression, and there were traces of friction on his face—the scars were caused by a failure to use the Ichikata, resulting in a direct hit on the ground with his face.
"One thousand one hundred and thirty."
"One thousand one hundred and thirty-one."
He counted in his mouth and looked ahead firmly, his tired arms showing no intention of stopping.
That was the first time Zenitsu saw such a sad expression on his grandfather's face.
already.
Uh-huh!
Zenitsu tightened his grip on the handle of the knife and swung it hard again. The tip of the wooden knife quickly broke the air.
I don't want to see it a second time.
…
…
In the courtyard.
Muichiro Tokitou quickly got along well with the Kamado family.
Seeing the child's renewed interest, Tanjuro smiled and looked at the sky in the distance.
Gopachiro was hovering over Butterfly House, shouting from time to time.
Being with his family, Tanjuro feels inner peace.
Some time has passed since the incident in the Sword Forging Village.
He also tried again a few times during Ba Zhilei's last practice.
But it seems that due to the weather, the thunder was not summoned down.
Before the Nichirin Sword was finished, Tanjuro was not in a hurry to find the whereabouts of other strings.
The power of regeneration in the body is sufficient.
The battle memory has not been completely digested.
and.
There is a winding position that is straightforwardly explained in the original work.
[The Land of Wind·Falling Princess]
No.
Tanjuro's eyes slowly returned.
Now, Yu Hu and Ban Tian Gou are dead, Hei Shi Mou has rebelled, and Fallen Princess's class is probably...
[Third string]
(End of chapter)
