…
Butterfly House.
Second floor.
Tomioka Giyuu was sitting on a chair nearby. His hakama was cut open with a knife, revealing the injured area.
The Butterfly Ninja was holding the bandage, smiling, and re-bandaging his wound very hard.
Creaking…
The white bandage was tightly tied.
"Butterfly."
Tomioka Yoshiyuki looked sharply at the arm that the Butterfly Ninja subconsciously hid, and he opened his mouth slightly:
"Just now...what were you doing?"
Maybe the previous transparency training had an effect, or maybe it was because of something else.
He felt that his perception seemed to be sharper.
opposite.
The butterfly ninja's expression froze when she heard Tomioka Giyuu's words, and she slowly turned her head:
"Do people who make mistakes choose to blame others first?"
With his eyes wandering, as if looking for some reason to refute, Butterfly Ninja suddenly raised his head and looked at him:
"Where did Mr. Tomioka go all day yesterday?"
"This is the third time I have violated medical advice."
Without waiting for Tomioka Giyuu's answer.
She raised one finger and held the potion that had been prepared on the table with her other hand:
"Here, drink this."
Bah——!
The light green potion was poured back into the tea cup, and some ingredients seemed to be added, causing it to steam.
Tomioka Yoshiyuki's eyes moved to the weird-looking liquid in front of him, and he hesitated slightly:
"What's in here...?"
Butterfly Ninja smiled gloomily, her eyelashes curled up, and she forcefully put the potion into Tomioka Giyuu's hand:
"Don't ask so many questions, just drink."
"..."
…
soon.
Seeing Tomioka Giyu lying on his chair, looking like he was falling into a deep sleep, Butterfly Ninja fell into silence.
She rolled up her sleeves and looked at the pinholes on her fair arms.
——This is the trace of injection of wisteria flower poison.
——In the past, it was all done in small doses, experimentally, to test whether the wisteria flower toxin can adapt to the human body.
At least he won't die suddenly before meeting that ghost.
——Today was the first injection of wisteria flower poison that she was going to take in a real sense.
intend.
She needs to be continuously injected with wisteria flower poison for 2-3 years, until every inch of her skin, internal organs, and even the blood vessels flowing in her fingertips contain high concentrations of wisteria flower poison.
In the end, as a dose of poison that can kill Shang Xing, he died together with the guy who killed his sister.
Thinking of this.
The butterfly ninja looked away from his arms and looked at the drawer. His palms clenched slightly, trembling and turning white when he squeezed hard.
When she reached out tremblingly to open the drawer, take out the syringe and continue the injection.
Bang!
Behind him, where Tomioka Giyuu was, a soft sound suddenly came.
She was startled and looked back quickly.
I saw.
Giyu Tomioka, who was sleeping in a deep sleep, tilted his head in a daze, and the wooden lunch box fell weakly from his hand and fell to the ground.
The lid of the lunch box that fell to the ground was opened, revealing the food inside.
——It is ginger Tsukudani that is carefully cooked, sliced, and sprinkled on the rice.
The Butterfly Ninja was slightly stunned. She stood up, walked to Tomioka Giyu in two steps, squatted down, and picked up the bento on the ground.
Looking at the bento in her hand, her eyes trembled slightly.
Stretch out your hand, twist a piece, wrap the rice grains, and put it into your mouth.
"…elder sister."
In the room where only Butterfly Ninja was awake, a slightly trembling voice could be heard faintly.
There was a hint of crying at the end of the voice.
The hermits in Butterfly House all know that Butterfly Ninja's favorite side dish is ginger Tsukuda stew.
But what they don't know is.
Ginger Tsukudani is Butterfly Ninja’s sister’s favorite——
——No, they are the parents of the two sisters, who are the best at side dishes.
…
After a period of time.
The butterfly ninja had a sullen face and walked out of the room with an angry look.
What is noteworthy is that there are no new pinholes on her arms.
On the side, the hermits who had been waiting for a long time near the butterfly ninja's office cautiously poked their heads out of the corner.
They waited until the butterfly ninja walked far away in the corridor before they dared to look into the open office.
——The sleeping Tomioka Giyuu was tightly tied to a chair with a bandage, and his skin turned white, but he seemed not to notice it and continued to sleep.
On the table, there is a clean wooden lunch box.
…
at the same time.
downstairs.
"Ah, that's it."
Aoi Chi's voice gradually softened, and she sat next to Tanjuro. She held her cheek with her hands. After listening to the explanation, she nodded in realization:
"It has something to do with ghosts."
In his hand, he had already picked up the hairpin that fell to the ground.
Although I have never seen a ghost with my own eyes.
However, during Kui Zhi's time in Butterfly House, he also witnessed many people with heavy casualties being carried back one by one.
Especially after the final selection the day before yesterday.
——So many children at such a young age have to face such things?
She looked at her children, Hanako, Shigeru, and Rokuta, and her childish eyes were still full of innocence and curiosity.
But the injured children I saw in the past few days were only as big as Tanjiro and Takeo.
It’s really…
Kui Zhi's lowered eyes flashed slightly.
——Cruel injustice.
"That's right." Tanjuro breathed a sigh of relief. After explaining, he slowly came back to his senses and focused on the letter in front of him.
——In the future, when writing letters.
——It’s better not to let the children see it.
He thought to himself.
At this time.
"Na! Na!" Shigeru still looked excited. He looked at Aoi Eda and Tanjuro, pointed at the letter and shouted:
"Dad! Mom!"
"That flower street, can we go there too?"
——Sounds like it must be a fun place!
The tone was pleading:
"We haven't been out for so long!"
"Everyone is so bored!"
As he spoke, he pointed at Zhuxiong who was standing beside him: "Brother Zhuxiong also often said that it would be great if we could go down the mountain and have a look."
Hear the words.
My mother, who had just been immersed in sadness, was shocked.
Kui Zhi suddenly raised her head, looked at Mao quickly, frowned slightly, and her tone was longer than before:
"Kamado Shigeru——"
"Hey!" Mao, who had been so lively just now, suddenly shrank his head in fear. He glanced at his mother as if he was running away, and then hid behind Zhuxiong.
"...Mom." She only dared to show her head and looked here quietly.
Zhuxiong, who was forced to stand in front of Mao, felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. His expression tightened and he looked at Mao behind him in disbelief:
"...Why are you hiding from me!"
"Hahaha!" Hanako, who was sitting on the bunk, smiled happily.
Tanjuro smiled and looked away.
After looking up in the direction upstairs, he no longer cared.
At this time.
Uh-huh!
Gopachiro flew in from the window. He flapped his wings and landed on the desk, looking left and right:
"Gah!"
He glanced at the letter, then looked up at Tanjuro at the table and yelled:
"Kanjuro! Tanjuro!"
"The swordsmith from the Knife Forging Village is here to visit!"
"Waiting in the courtyard now!"
…
In the courtyard.
"Village Chief, you don't have to come in person."
"It's just a gift. Just let me do this."
Tie Qiao was looking at the village chief helplessly. He was wiping the sweat from his forehead in a hurry.
The village chief is now the backbone of the Knife Forging Village. If something happens to him...
Thinking about it, Tie Qiao was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat.
Although he prides himself on being the next generation leader of the sword-forging village, in fact his level of sword-forging is far from satisfactory and he is completely unqualified.
"Humph." The village chief was sitting by the courtyard on a futon under the roof, folding his arms and turning his head, ignoring Tie Qiao's anxiety:
"Tie Qiao, you are still too young."
"The sword forged by the swordsman must be delivered into the hands of the swordsman himself. Have you forgotten now?"
Hear the words.
These words were like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, hitting Tie Qiao:
"Ah?!" He shouted in disbelief and looked at the village chief with shocked eyes:
"village head…"
Before you…
They were all swordsmen who had to come to the village to pick them up in person...
Tie Qiao stood in the courtyard, his expression gradually becoming messy.
Under the eaves.
There were no knives or knives placed beside the village chief.
Instead——an object that looked like an armband was placed.
…
soon.
Tread, step.
After handing the letter to Gopachiro, Tanjuro hurried to the courtyard.
Before he arrived, he heard Tie Qiao shouting from a distance:
"Mr. Kamado!"
Tie Qiao stood there, raising his hands and waving, the fire man mask on his face was crooked:
"Here here!"
…
After several people sat across from each other.
The three of them looked at each other, and for a while no one spoke first.
at last.
"Village Chief..." Tanjuro looked at the village chief's hesitant look and asked tentatively:
"This time, is my Nichirin sword ready?"
"Ah." The village chief turned his head slightly, stretched out his withered old hand covered with calluses, and gently scratched the Fire Man mask on his face:
"This is it..."
The eyes behind the mask were wandering, and he sighed deeply:
"Feel sorry."
The village chief lowered his head and sighed helplessly:
"I want to imitate the Nichirin sword like the one you have, Mr. Kamado, I..."
After hesitating for a moment, he finally said frankly:
"No clue at all."
Tie Qiao watched the village chief from the side, but he did not speak.
The village chief's temperament has always been like this.
He would never be satisfied if he didn't forge a knife that pushed him further. For this reason, he often forced himself to spend several nights immersed in the knife forging room.
Just when Tanjuro nodded and wanted to comfort the village chief.
"But!" He suddenly raised his head, his tone became full of confidence, and he seemed to be vaguely proud.
Snap!
The village chief took out the armband-like iron object from behind, placed it among several people, and spoke confidently:
"The other thing you asked for, I forged it one to one!"
"It's all made of extremely pure orangutan crimson iron, including the iron rope used for hooking and the shuriken!"
"The axes, spears, and ribs that follow the drawings will be delivered to you soon."
"Guaranteed to be exactly the same as on the drawings!"
"How." He almost said this all in one breath, then withdrew his eyes, crossed his arms, and blew out the gas from the mouth of the fire man's mask with a faint hum.
Hear the words.
Tanjuro looked at the "ninja prosthetic hand" in front of him.
This was an object that he later provided the village chief with drawings for him to try to restore.
Of course, it is different from the original Ninja prosthetic hand.
——Now Tanjuro is fully equipped with both hands after all.
He didn't want to lose his left arm again.
Relying on his understanding of Ninja's prosthetic hand, he modified the drawings and finally turned it into this "arm sleeve" that only needs to be put on the arm to achieve the same effect.
The appearance is similar to... the hidden blade in Assassin's Creed.
"It's exactly as I imagined." He nodded and thanked the complacent village chief: "Thank you."
Then, he picked up the prosthetic hand and slowly put it on his left hand.
An unfamiliar touch came from before. Tanjuro lowered his head and looked at the small shuriken stuck in the slot of the cart.
He slightly pulled the mechanism with his fingers, and then swung it towards the wooden wall on the other side of the courtyard!
Whoosh whoosh!
As the sound of breaking the air came.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The three sharp shurikens immediately sank into the wooden wall.
aside.
Yusui Tianyuan was passing by the courtyard.
He stared blankly at the shuriken flying past his face.
A few strands of white hair fell in mid-air.
Snap.
With his mouth open, the apple he took a bite of fell to the ground out of shock and rolled twice.
He slowly turned his head and met the apologetic Tanjuro.
--really!
Usui Tianyuan kept opening his mouth to bite the apple, and his eyes were fixed on Tanjuro who was wearing a prosthetic hand.
——My previous sixth sense was correct!
--This guy!
Creaking…
He took a bite of the apple in vain.
——It’s a ninja!
…
…
soon.
The time has come at night.
Fearing that Tie Qiao would encounter a ghost when he returned to the village at night, he was worried about the safety of the village chief, so he chose to stay overnight in Butterfly House.
Set off again during the day the next day.
…
at the same time.
Knife Forging Village.
It was late at night.
The lights in the house seemed to have been turned off, and even the sound of forging knife blades gradually faded away.
tread.
A swordsman wearing ancient clogs from the Warring States Period and wearing a snake-patterned feather pattern appeared at the end of the road.
"It's really..."
Jiguo Iwakatsu, who had not been seen for a long time, was scanning the surroundings with his remaining two eyes:
"I'm slacking off..."
Jiguo Iwakatsu muttered to himself in a lengthy tone.
He just followed some traces and easily moved from the old location to the new location.
How could this not make him lament that he was slacking off.
After the last separation from Shitou and his family, he still didn't know the meaning of his existence.
It is certainly right to teach your descendants and continue your "existence".
but--
Jiguo Yansheng kept thinking in his mind.
Suddenly, his eyes changed.
Uh-huh!
A small cloud of dust rose up from the spot, and he turned into an afterimage and left here.
…
Tie Qiao's family.
yard.
Uh-huh!
Snap.
Jiguo Yansheng's back was to the moon, and he fell in the yard.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the wooden box standing in front of him.
There was a familiar scent coming from the vicinity, as if it was shouting to attract him.
He was about to draw the sword, but after thinking for a moment, he gave up the idea of unsheathing it.
Instead, he stretched out his hand and looked forward.
Creaking…
Open the door of the wooden box and let the clear and pale moonlight shine into the dark wooden box.
next moment.
The appearance of Yui-Zero is exactly the same as that of [Jigoku Yui-ichi].
Appeared in front of Jiguo Iwakatsu.
--This is!
Yuanyi's appearance was reflected in his golden eyes. His pupils shrank, and he unconsciously reached out and touched the puppet's earrings tremblingly.
He murmured to himself:
"...Yuanyi."
"When I didn't know..."
"What are you going to do?" Jiguo Yansheng's eyebrows trembled, and his breathing gradually became rapid:
"How many traces have been left in this world."
(End of chapter)
