…
at the same time.
Knife Forging Village.
Tie Qiao's family.
Tie Qiao was tired for a long time, and after walking with the village chief to forge Brother Shitou's sword, he finally returned to the knife-forging village and came to his backyard after a long absence.
"...I'm so exhausted." He relaxed his shoulders, rubbed the back of his neck with his hands, and muttered complainingly:
"The same goes for the village chief. It took him so long to come back. Everyone is worried to death."
As he spoke, he sighed deeply, thinking about the intensive events that had happened in the past month, raised his head and sighed:
"This is a rare holiday..."
Just as Tie Qiao looked up at the sky, his consciousness gradually relaxed.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he felt like something was missing in the yard.
After hesitating for a while, Tie Qiao lowered his head.
——What's missing?
Looking at the empty yard of his house.
His brows slowly furrowed, and the doubts on his face became more intense.
…
soon.
“Where’s a box as big as mine—?!”
Tie Qiao stared, opened his hands, and turned around in the empty yard to look for:
"Who! Who is it!!"
His miserable and horrifying screams echoed in the sky above the Knife Forging Village.
boom!
Tie Qiao shouted, with a sad expression, and fell to his knees on the ground, hysterical:
"There are thieves in the village——!!"
My son, Xiaotie, stuck his head out on the second floor with a cold sweat on his face.
He saw with his own eyes how that figure took away his ancestral doll.
Came twice.
Gudu.
As if he had thought of something, Xiao Tie looked at his father's sad back as he knelt down on the ground. He swallowed worriedly and slowly withdrew his eyes.
…
…
Natian Spider Mountain.
"Why." Inosuke hung alone under the tree, his head lowered, lost in thought.
What he experienced today was beyond imagination and difficult to accept.
Simply put, that is.
——Meet an opponent--Initiate a challenge--Be tied up.
The above process was repeated several times.
His gaze gradually deepened.
Suddenly, an idea came to Inosuke's mind that made him feel depressed.
"...Me." He stared at the empty ground in front of him and muttered to himself:
"Isn't it too weak?"
In the blue boar eyes, the emotion called "fighting spirit" gradually waned.
I originally thought that being the king of the mountain was already the strongest, but I didn’t expect that there were powerful guys everywhere in the outside world.
This mountain was almost filled with creatures that were stronger than him and had never been seen before.
In the end, I just sit back and watch the sky.
In front of me, the [eldest sister] who was supposed to stay here has long disappeared, and seems to have fled.
Just when Inosuke lowered his head and thought.
A miserable scream came from the other side.
Followed closely by the sound of footsteps hitting the ground.
Inosuke's lowered head was attracted by the sound. He slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.
In the blue eyes, the red light gradually approached.
"...Run quickly!!"
The evil ghost with the body of a spider has a human head. His face is pale, and the white traces of tiredness on his face have faded, revealing his original face.
what happens!
Why are you so tired? !
Da da da! !
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh looking at me!" he screamed miserably as he ran wildly with only a few legs left.
His scarlet eyes were full of fear at the moment.
--its not right! Shouldn't it be time for us to have dinner now?
——Why is that ghost hunter chasing us to kill us? !
next moment.
Uh-huh!
The bright red streaked across the dark forest and brushed against his neck.
"Pooh!" The spider ghost suddenly choked, his eyes bulged, his head rolled down with unwillingness, and began to turn into ashes.
before.
Snap.
Tanjuro put his feet on the ground, he slowly exhaled a stream of white steam, and shook away the ashes on the red Kakimaru sword.
He turned to look at the ghost behind him that turned into ashes.
Wow——
Sakura-pink light overflowed from his body and hit Tanjuro's chest.
"Well, it's the last one."
Tanjuro felt the rebirth and the number of paper dolls inside his body.
At the beginning of the winding, I was tired and brought only two pieces of life.
And the ghost queen who slaughtered the entire Natian Spider Mountain gathered together another one.
Three pieces of resurrection are roughly the same as the vitality of a half-tengu.
There were not many paper figures. Except for the three provided by Lei Lei, no more paper figures were obtained from other ghosts.
Looking at Kakimaru in his hand, which turned red due to the use of Tomoe Thunder, Tanjuro nodded slightly.
With a large number of paper figurines as bases, Bazhilei's proficiency is getting higher and higher.
Even if it's not a thunderstorm, Tanjuro is still very confident that he can summon thunder.
Just when he sheathed his sword and was about to turn around and leave.
"Hello--!!"
A hoarse and rough shout came from the direction behind:
"Uncle Red Knife over there!!"
tread.
Tanjuro's steps froze after being called out.
He slowly turned his head and looked in the direction behind him.
Although he knew there was someone there, Tanjuro didn't intend to contact him at first.
After all - as long as all the ghosts are killed, that person will be safe.
After focusing his eyes in that person's direction.
He was stunned for a moment.
"That's right! It's me!!" When Inosuke saw Tanjuro turning around, he quickly threw himself and shouted:
"I shouted it!"
Tanjuro looked at him with a confused look.
——Inosuke?
The boy wearing a boar's head, Inosuke Mouhira - is a member of the protagonist group in the original work.
Perhaps because he, a butterfly, flapped his wings too frequently, Inosuke, who shouldn't be here, also appeared at this moment.
After thinking for a moment in my mind.
tread.
Tanjuro walked up to Inosuke who was hanging up.
"Uncle, are you and those long-haired violent maniacs with knives just now together?"
"My name is Kubihira Inosuke!"
Inosuke's eyes were always on Tanjuro, and he followed Tanjuro's footsteps and turned his head:
"Where did you come from? Are the people there so powerful?"
There was no reply to Inosuke's words.
Uh-huh!
After Tanjuro observed it, he suddenly drew his knife and cut off the spider silk hanging behind Inosuke.
boom!
After taking Inosuke's hand, Tanjuro remained silent, put him on his shoulders, and started to leave in the direction of Yamashita.
"?" Inosuke looked at himself being draped over his shoulders like a loincloth and was stunned for a moment.
He reacted immediately and twisted his body, which was still bound with limbs:
"Why don't you say anything?! Put me down!"
"Are you mute?"
"Hello--!!"
…
…
Zhushi Mansion.
"I checked, this is probably some kind of training doll."
"Take it back. It will be good for your daily training while I'm away." Jiguo Yansheng explained in a calm tone.
Hear the words.
Tokito and his son were stunned for a moment.
Not because I want to take the doll back, but——
"...Uncle Six Eyes, won't you come with us?"
Muichiro didn't care whether he should take away the box or not. He quickly turned his head and looked at Tsukuni Iwakatsu nervously:
"Why?" He asked one after another: "Is it because of the Demon Slayer Squad?"
He stretched out his hand, reluctantly grabbed the hem of Jiguo Yansheng's clothes, and said in a panic:
"Don't worry, everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps is very friendly, Tanjiro, the Gakuin members..."
"By the way, Sister Nin also taught us how to use wisteria flower poison to kill..."
Snapped!
As soon as he was halfway through speaking, a powerful slap hit Muichiro's mouth.
His face hurt, and he made a sound from the pain in his covered mouth:
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Ichiro's face tightened, he covered his brother's mouth with his hand, forced the corners of his mouth, and smiled sarcastically at Tsukuni Iwakatsu:
"Haha, haha, he was joking."
Under the smiling expression, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
He quietly glared at Muichiro.
——Let a ghost go to the Demon Slayer Squad and die? !
It’s really overwhelming just thinking about it.
Jiguo Yansheng was silent for a while. He groped around on his body, took out a intact flute again, and stuffed it into the hands of the two brothers:
"Let's go."
…
soon.
Jiguo Yansheng stood at the end of the road with his arms folded, watching the father and son gradually go away.
Countless people have died by their own hands.
The Demon Slayer Corps would not welcome him - he, who had served in the Demon Slayer Corps, knew this better than anyone.
and.
tread.
Turning around, the snake-patterned feathers were raised slightly.
There is no need for him to return to the Demon Slayer Corps.
…
ahead.
Tread, step.
Weiyilang was carrying a box on his back. Two straps were thoughtfully made on the box, which was pressing firmly on his body at the moment.
Sweat rolled down his forehead, and every step he took was extremely heavy.
"Dad..." Muichiro shouted worriedly at the side: "Can it be moved?"
He clenched his fists and looked around.
"I'm here to help!"
Finally, his eyes lit up and he ran behind his father in small steps.
"Hey!" He helped lift the box from behind.
It doesn't matter if you don't lift it.
As soon as he lifted it up, Yilang, who was already struggling, suddenly lost his only balance.
tread!
"Ho!" Weiyi Lang's face turned red. He stumbled suddenly and took a strong step to support his body.
He gritted his teeth hard and squeezed out a sound from between his teeth:
"Wu...yi...lang...!"
"I know! Dad!" Wuyilang nodded, and the strength in his hands became stronger!
The box lifted from the rear is constantly exerting weight!
at last.
As his hand loosened, Wei Yilang's expression suddenly turned pale.
Oops.
Jiguo Yansheng had just turned around and was about to return to Zhu Shi's mansion.
Then he heard it.
boom!
There was a dull sound of landing on the road behind him.
Accompanied by——
"dad--!!!"
It was Ichiro who screamed in shock after being stunned.
Jiguo Yansheng was stunned and quickly turned his head.
After seeing clearly the motionless Yui Lang who was pressed under the box, Jiguo Yansheng's pupils shrank slightly.
Uh-huh!
It turned into an afterimage and ran wildly in the direction of the father and son.
In situ.
Tamashi and Yushirou stood together. The two ghosts looked at each other, and then looked hesitantly at Tsukuni Iwakatsu who was running away.
…
soon.
Creak... creak...
The wooden wheel trembled and emitted a fragile and mournful cry, leaving two lines of deep marks on the mud.
Yilang stared straight at the sky, lying on a wooden cart with the box.
The two brothers walked in front, pulling the wooden cart forward with difficulty.
Jiguo Iwakatsu stood behind several people, watching them until they completely disappeared from his perception.
Then he slowly felt relieved and turned to leave.
He had never been tired before winding up, but now he felt a little tired.
"well…"
…
The next day.
The dawn sun shines through the streets and onto the alleys.
At the doorstep of purgatory.
rustle…
He is young in stature, with thick black eyebrows drooping slightly, and the tips of his red flame-like hair shine in the sun.
The child wearing a white kendo uniform held a bamboo broom with a smile on his face, patiently and slowly sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the door.
He is Purgatory Senjuro.
The second son of the Purgatory family.
Qian Juro panted slightly, raised his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the sunlight slowly leaking from the top of the wall.
Unlike his father and brother, he worked hard to practice swordsmanship, but to no avail.
Maybe——I don’t have the talent to become a swordsman.
But that's okay.
Before, when my father was decadent, he did all the household chores, including housework, all by himself.
With your own strength, you can also help others.
Now, my father is no longer decadent, and my brother's swordsmanship has also improved by leaps and bounds.
The veil covering my heart was finally wiped away.
Purgatory Senjuro watched the sun gradually dazzling, and he couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart.
At this time.
tread!
A dark red figure passed by the door.
The wind brought by it blew the tips of his hair like red flames.
"Morning." Tanjuro carried Inosuke on his shoulders. He passed by the Purgatory house and nodded to Senjuro who was sweeping the floor.
Then, without stopping, he continued running towards the Butterfly House.
Senjuro was stunned for a moment. He saw Tanjuro's back walking away without stopping, and quickly reacted.
Raising his hands and shouting:
"Good morning...Good morning! Mr. Kamado!!"
far away.
Tanjuro's figure quickly shrank at the end of the street.
The figure being carried on his shoulders suddenly struggled:
"Asshole! Don't you know how to talk?"
Faintly, there was such a sound coming.
Seeing Tanjuro disappear around the corner, Senjuro slowly retracted his raised hand.
so good--
His eyes were full of longing.
Although I don't know what happened.
My father was not too embarrassed to explain.
But Senjuro learned from his father's soliloquy while sleeping that it was Mr. Kamado who untied his knot.
There are more people in the world who are suffering more unbearable suffering than before.
If I had the ability...
Just when Senjuro was holding the broom and looking at the direction where Tanjuro disappeared, he was in a daze.
Creak——
The sound of wooden wheels squeezing and gasping for breath came from beside me.
Qian Juro was stunned and quickly looked back.
"Ahem! Ho!" Muichiro and Ichiro were sweating profusely, their uniforms were soaked through, and they kept pushing the wooden cart forward.
Since Purgatory House is the only way to the Butterfly House, many wounded people can be seen every day.
"Is it okay!"
Qian Juro looked at the two people pushing the wooden cart and looked left and right.
at last.
He looked down at the paper in his hand with the word "hidden" written on it.
Snap.
Throw away the broom in your hand.
Qian Shourou pursed his lips, walked behind the wooden cart, supported the wooden board with both hands, and pushed forward with all his strength.
Creak... creak...
The Tokito brothers, whose eyes were trembling, could not think. The three of them pushed the wooden cart together and gradually moved forward on the road.
…
soon.
Near the Butterfly House.
"Ha ha!"
The two Tokito brothers lay on the ground like two dead fish, breathing heavily.
Qian Julang bent down, he was also breathing heavily, but the light of hope in his eyes was extremely strong.
--done!
Straighten up.
He turned his head and looked to the side.
It was a much smaller mansion than Butterfly House.
This is where the hidden team members release their missions.
(End of chapter)
