"So dazzling."
In front of him was a bright light.
A warm and peaceful feeling came from in front of him, faintly pulling the prostitute Taro forward.
Is this hell...?
"…How is this going?"
The prostitute Taro frowned tightly. He looked down at the shabby human clothes on his body in confusion, feeling uneasy in his heart.
Will hell have such a warm and bright feeling?
At this time.
Snap.
"...Brother?" Mei's voice came from behind.
Hearing his sister's voice, Taro the prostitute became excited. He subconsciously turned his head and looked behind him with a joyful expression:
"plum--"
But then, after he saw his sister's appearance clearly, the prostitute Taro's voice fell into silence, and he was stunned for a moment.
behind.
[三] was still engraved in her eyes, her clothes were dancing behind her, and Mei stood there looking like an evil ghost.
Why... Mei still looks like a ghost...?
I became human...
His eyes slowly looked behind Mei, which was a road leading to a sea of burning flames.
Suddenly, he thought of a possibility, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
After staring and shaking in disbelief for a moment, Taro the prostitute took a deep breath.
He raised his head and shouted angrily towards the "sky":
"You bastard!!"
In my heart, I couldn't stop cursing.
hateful!
The prostitute Taro's brows trembled with anger. He clenched his fists until his palms turned white. Anger boiled in his heart. He wanted to curse but he held it in for a long time and couldn't curse.
"whispering sound!"
——Why didn’t you know this guy’s name before you died? ?
Bastard liar! !
The prostitute Taro gritted his teeth angrily. He stared at the sky, trying to kill the guy who made him atone for his sins before he died with his eyes.
How can you atone for your sins in advance?
in the end! Is it only you who can atone for your sins?
Mei, who was standing not far away, was not surprised that her appearance was different. It would be better to say that this was her own choice.
"It's okay, brother..." Mei was about to speak, but suddenly.
"Stand there and don't move!"
Snapped!
The prostitute Taro gritted his teeth, struggled to move his legs, ran over, and held Mei's arm.
then.
In Mei's dazed eyes.
Creaking…
The scars belonging to ghosts gradually spread along Mei's arms and onto the prostitute Taro's body.
The prostitute Taro's expression did not change at all. He just stared at his body that was gradually becoming rickety, filling his body with the sin called "ghost".
Eventually it's all covered.
Mei was in a daze. She had just tried, but she couldn't cross the transparent air in front of her and reach her brother's location.
But Taro the prostitute rushed over easily.
soon.
The two ghosts of the Fallen Princess and the prostitute Taro stood in the dark space, their two pairs of [winding] [three] eyes looking at each other.
The brother and sister did not speak, but looked at each other quietly, and then turned to look at the sea of fire behind them.
The crackling light of the burning fire illuminated their faces.
"Let's go."
"Um."
…
"Brother, if we redeem our sins and have a chance to be reincarnated, who do you want to be?"
Mei walked in the flames. She was once extremely afraid of fire and she only dared to walk with her head raised:
"Or should I continue to be a ghost?"
"No." My brother's hoarse voice sounded along with the crackling sound of the flames:
"I want to be a shogunate."
"Eh-Shogunate? Why?" My sister turned her head in confusion. She sounded very surprised: "...isn't it a bit too extreme?"
The prostitute Taro's eyes reflected the light of real or fake fire. He clenched his fists, raised them, gritted his teeth and scratched his burned face:
"...I want to...catch all the liars in the world!"
He said bitterly:
"Everyone is slaughtered!"
Hearing this, Mei smiled coquettishly.
The silhouettes of the brother and sister walked further and further away in the endless flames.
…
Yoshiwara Flower Street.
Wow——!
A breeze swept across the street, blowing up two circular layers of ashes on the ground and scattering them everywhere.
The flower street, which was once bustling with lights, has now become pitch black, and no pedestrians can be seen on the messy streets.
Yusui Tianyuan was squatting on the roof, holding the handle of the knife behind his back with his right hand, alert to his surroundings.
They were waiting for Yin and the other swordsmen to arrive and clean up the mess.
Winding the string to death, and making such a big noise, almost everyone passing by the flower street saw the red blood ghost technique just now.
It will probably cause a lot of trouble to the lord.
After all, the Demon Slayer Corps is an unofficial non-governmental organization.
Uzui thought to himself, his eyes secretly looking in the direction of Tanjuro on the street.
In his mind, there are still various [Ninjutsu] that he just saw.
His face was sullen, but his body couldn't stop shaking, and the jeweled headdress on his head also shook.
--gorgeous.
- So gorgeous.
Yusui Tianyuan lowered his head slightly and adjusted his breathing.
When he raised his head again, his eyes were extremely determined.
--Want to learn.
…
on the street.
rustle…
Tomioka Giyu was recording the information provided by the prostitute Taro in the mission report. He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly raised his head.
He was holding a piece of burnt charcoal in his hand, which he had just found casually on the ground, to serve as a pen.
He hesitated and looked at Tanjuro who was sitting on a huge piece of gravel and resting with his eyes closed.
He hesitated for a while.
"...Kamamon." Tomioka Giyuu asked:
"Is what you said to the ghost just now true?"
"Something about hell."
Hear the words.
Tanjuro slowly opened his eyes. He was just feeling the resurrection and battle memories gained from the prostitute Taro.
The number of rebirths representing vitality is six, which is twice as much as the half-tengu that is also the upper string three.
The overflowing rebirth turns into the real body foundation, making up for the weakness in the body.
The number of paper figurines is 22, which is the same number as the number of pillars that died at the hands of the prostitute Taro and the fallen princess.
Feeling the most important battle memory [Jiguoyuanyi].
All battle memories, the wolf can imagine the experience again in his mind through his powerful learning ability.
Tanjuro had never done this in previous battle memories with Kamejo, because - it was unnecessary and a waste of time.
But this time.
Tanjuro planned to quietly experience this memory that was not his own after returning to Butterfly House.
he guessed.
Probably because, for the first time, he wielded all the sword forms of Breath of the Sun with all his strength, which brought back the memory buried in his blood.
After clearing his thoughts, he turned his head to look at Tomioka Giyu, thought about his question for a moment, and answered:
"real."
"Then -" Tomioka saw this and quickly continued to ask, although his expression did not change.
Even Yu Sui, who was wary of his surroundings, was attracted to his attention.
——He has never seen Tomioka Giyuu talk so closely.
"After death, do humans also go to hell to atone for their sins?"
Hear this.
Yusui Tianyuan also quietly came over.
Tanjuro looked sideways at Tomioka Giyu, who had no expression on his face and didn't know what emotions he was feeling in his heart. He thought for a moment:
"Having never done anything harmful to nature, I will probably be reincarnated."
"Of course." His voice was gentle. Feeling that there were no casualties caused by the winding battle, he felt relieved and added:
"If you have obsessions when you die, you might still be able to stay with your friends and relatives for a while."
In the world view of Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba, there are concepts of "Hell" and "Soul".
Even the souls of dead people can affect living people in the real world to some extent.
Tanjuro briefly recalled the process in the original work where Tatsuto taught Tanjiro and the two sides were able to fight.
Well, the upper and lower limits of this degree span a wide range.
After Tanjuro said this.
Usui Tianyuan and Tomioka Yoshiyuki both fell silent.
The two of them did not doubt Tanjuro's words.
They have all seen the figures of their dead relatives or friends appear around them at one time or another.
The former lowered his head, looked at his bandaged left hand, and pondered - what he had done was enough to send him to hell.
The latter looked at the sky quietly, looking confused.
Tanjuro looked at the two silent people, and he suddenly wanted to take back his previous sigh.
The Demon Slayer Squad is not just a group of sincere children.
They are still a group of problem children with extenuating circumstances.
…
Just when several people fell silent at the same time.
Sudden.
Click.
A faint sound of ice cubes touching tiles came from the side.
——There is a ghost.
Tanjuro almost subconsciously glanced at the direction from which the sound came.
Usui Tengen and Tanjuro, who had turned on the transparency, discovered something on the roof not far away almost at the same time.
on the roof.
“…found something nice.”
"so good."
Vaguely, something seemed to be shaking slightly.
——They were two male-looking ice sculpture boys about fifty centimeters in length.
In the dark night, the transparent ice sculptures reflect the miniature moonlight and blend into the dark night. You can't find it unless you look carefully.
The ice sculpture boy held two fans in his hands. He was lying on the edge of the eaves just now, quietly looking here.
With a weird smile on his face, his transparent icy eyes looked straight towards this side with little concealment.
Tanjuro felt the strong smell of blood in the air, and he looked slightly sideways.
——It’s Tongmo.
The original [Shang Xian 2], Tong Mo.
It can be said that he is at two extremes with Hara Shang Yihei Shimo.
Hei Shimo has always been honing his sword skills, and has never used the so-called vampire technique.
Tong Mo focused almost all of his attention on the development of vampire techniques, and almost all of his moves were developed for breathing techniques.
According to the information provided by the prostitute Taro, Tong Mo is now on his first string.
Tong Mo's position cannot be detected in the world's clear vision.
——His true body is not here.
Those two ice sculptures are just vampire magic used for remote detection.
At this time.
tread!
A figure rushed out from Tanjuro!
Yusui Tianyuan, who had noticed the ice sculpture a long time ago, took a step forward and rushed to the roof where the ice sculpture was.
Swish!
The scimitar in his hand quickly drew two blades of light, and the head of the ice sculpture boy suddenly rolled down.
boom! It fell to the ground and shattered into a pile of ice shards.
Feeling the smooth feel in his hand, Yusui Tianyuan's heart suddenly tightened.
——So easy...
"…trap?"
Yusui Tianyuan held the knife in one hand. He paid attention to the surroundings and frowned tightly. Even when the transparent world was fully opened, there was no movement around him.
The breath I just felt...
This ghost is definitely on a string.
Moreover, he is above the rank of prostitute Taro.
His eyes slowly moved to the broken ice shards on the street, and a suspicion arose in his heart.
Among the broken ice shards on the ground, a broken ice eye reflected the appearance of Yusui Tianyuan.
At this time.
Wow——!
A gust of cold wind blew across the back of Yu Sui Tianyuan's neck.
He was so frightened that he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, but found nothing.
His ears twitched slightly, and with his excellent hearing, he faintly heard a voice.
"Are you a ninja too...?"
——? !
Yusui Tianyuan endured the pain, grabbed the second knife, pulled it out from behind, and watched his surroundings.
What's the meaning! ?
But, it took a long time.
Nothing happened.
…
…
at the same time.
In a dark room somewhere.
Ornate hangings dangle throughout the room.
This is the worship room of the [Eternal Bliss Sect].
Tong Mo sat on the futon with a curtain in the middle of the room. He smiled and covered his face with a fan. The ninja forehead protector wrapped around his arm reflected the miniature light:
"…really interesting."
As a ghost, Tong Mo can see human blood at a glance.
He looked at Yusui Tianyuan's appearance and said to himself:
"Brothers..."
as well as--
Tong Mo is sitting on a futon against the background of the Eternal Bliss Cult, and the reflection in his rainbow-like eyes is the architecture of Yoshiwara Flower Street.
"oh…"
He looked at Tanjuro strolling over through the eyes of the broken ice sculpture boy, smiled and said to himself:
"Ah la ah la, the person that Mr. Wuhan keeps mentioning must be you."
His eyes were focused on Tanjuro's earrings with floral pattern on both ears:
"The spotted swordsman with flower earrings..."
next moment.
The red He Dao blade drooped.
Aiming at his ice eyes.
"Huh?" Tong Mo tilted his head, with a trademark smile on his face, and made a confused voice.
then.
laugh--!
"Ah! It hurts so much!!"
outside the door.
The loyal believers heard the patriarch's cry of pain and looked at each other in surprise.
…
Flower Street.
Tanjuro looked at the ice sculpture that evaporated under the sword, his face expressionless.
Lifting the wedge pill, he watched the blade lose heat when it contacted the ice sculpture and returned to a black position, his eyes slightly focused.
Yusui Tianyuan jumped off the roof, just when he was about to say something.
"...Who, who is coming!"
A faint gasp came from the side of the street.
"Help…!"
Across the street.
"This is impossible..." The proprietress was carrying the unconscious Yuzi on her back and holding another girl in her arms, with a look of horror on her face.
Just now, the flat street behind him suddenly collapsed, revealing a huge pit.
In the deep pit, she found nearly ten girls who had disappeared before.
There are many people I don’t know who are in a deep hole.
Was this all done by Fern Ji alone?
The landlady had a look of death on her face, and then she realized how she had committed suicide by taking a revolver.
Just when she was in a trance and her vision turned black.
Uh-huh!
Several black figures quickly passed by her side, bringing with them a breeze.
The landlady was stunned and looked back blankly.
Several men in black carrying wooden boxes were running towards the bottom of the pit.
Taking advantage of the inertia of their downward plunge, they swung the wooden boxes on their backs, plopped them on the ground, and quickly placed them on the ground, containing urgently needed medicines.
"Quick! There are wounded here!"
"coming!"
"Give me a bottle of styptic powder!"
"Come here, two people! He has no heartbeat!"
"Come on, one, two, three!"
Their cooperation is simple and their actions are quick.
At this time.
chua——!
There was a burst of dust, and a man in black stood in front of the proprietress at some point.
"This lady."
Goto said softly, comforting the pale landlady:
"Do not worry."
"It's okay now."
(End of chapter)
