Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 11 - Frightened
wow——

As the clothes are blown up by the wind.

Zamon Tanjuro held up the red and glowing katana high in his hand.

Wu Mi stared straight at him until his movements became one with the fear buried in the deepest part of his soul and body.

【Breath of the Sun · One Shape · Round Dance】

It's him!

it's him! !

Not offspring!
Wu Mi opened his mouth slightly, but his eyes were sluggishly staring in the direction of Kamado Tanjuro, his body was shrouded in instinctive fear, and he froze in place!

rustle……

Black noise appears in the clear field of vision.

The figure of Kamado Tanjuro completely overlaps with that of Ji Guoyuan!

Nothing is wrong at all!
Despair welled up in Wu Mi's heart.

Wu Mi's throat was dry, his face was flustered, his eyes were trembling violently, and his eyes were full of horror and regret.

"Answer me, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi."

"You were laughing just now."

Swish!
Tanjuro flicked the blade towards his back, a red light flashed across the air, and then placed it on his shoulder:
"Where is it interesting?"

Kamado Tanjuro adjusted his body to the best position, his face darkened, and his upper body sank slightly:

"How funny."

Kamado Tanjuro didn't have to say the last word.

In Wu Mi's memory, that person instantly appeared at the top of everything, replacing Tanjuro and giving Wu Mi the final blow:
"You... take your life."

"What is it?"

Wu Mi's pupils had shrunk into a needle, he could only feel that his eyes were turning white, and his forehead was sweating wildly.

it's him!
Following the fate of the country!

He crawled out of the grave!

"what…!"

After a brief shutdown of the brain due to fear.

"Ho...!"

"Whoa!!"

Wu Mi gritted his teeth fiercely, and hastily exerted all his strength. The survival instinct of his whole body made him scream desperately from his throat:

"Ahhh-!!!"

The veins on his neck were bulging, his face was flushed with panic, his eyes became distorted and bloodshot under the strong desire to survive.

There is no thinking in the brain, only relying on instinct to roar and burst out strength.

--escape!run away! !

Blue veins popped up all over his body, and the desperate roar carrying endless anger and hatred instantly spread from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.

Zamon Tanjuro frowned, and he hurriedly covered his ears.

boom!
The ground under Wu Mi's feet couldn't bear the strong pressure and began to crack!
Boom!

With a piercing sound, Wu Mi's teeth shattered.

At this moment, Wu Mi decided to follow his instinct.

—Split me! !

goo goo goo...

呲!
Wu Mi's body tissue instantly began to swell, swelled up at various disgusting angles, and broke his suit in an instant!
Subsequently.

boom! !

The bulging Wu Mi was like a punctured balloon, and the whole person exploded in an instant.

The violent explosion sound was accompanied by the stinky blood rain, and countless pieces of flesh and blood flew around Wu Mi as the center.

shhhhhh!
The flesh and blood that flew out at high speed flashed in an instant.

The sound of breaking through the air continued to come from both ears.

"...split!" Kamado Tanjuro was slightly taken aback, he clenched the handle of the knife, knowing that his plan this time had come to an end.

Wu Mi wanted to escape.

call out!Another piece of flesh and blood flew out of Tanjuro's body.

With Kamado Tanjuro's dynamic vision, he still couldn't capture the high-speed flying flesh and blood.

There were only a few pieces of flesh and blood that seemed to be too impatient to control the direction. They hit the He knife by themselves and were split in two.

Tanjuro blocked himself in front of Tanjiro, he raised his katana, and faced Wu Mi who lost his mind and split, he tried to cut as much flesh and blood as possible.

Swish!Swish!
The crimson knife light suddenly appeared in the dark night.

With the blessing of Zebra and the penetrating world, Tanjuro managed to chop dozens of flying flesh.

After a few breaths.

In front of him, apart from a puddle of blood mixed with snow, there was nothing else.

Tanjuro held the katana upright, discerning carefully, with all five senses open.

After a while.

After confirming that Wu Mi had disappeared nearby, Kamado Tanjuro was relieved.

Great.

Tanjiro, you're safe.

The mental pressure disappeared in an instant, and the exhaustion that had been suppressed just now swarmed over him, trying to drown him layer upon layer.

So tired, so sleepy.

click.

Tanjuro slowly lowered the katana in his hand, he slowly combed his breathing, his weak body had reached its limit.

At this moment, the markings on the left forehead also slowly faded away, revealing the shallow scar underneath.

boom.

His legs went limp, and he fell to his knees directly on the ground.

Then, propping up his upper body with the blade, he closed his eyes like this, knelt down in the snow, and fell into a deep sleep.

Unconsciously whispered in the mouth:

"... Tanjiro."

behind him.

He was lying on the ground, unable to move because he was frozen, but Tanjirou witnessed the whole process, his eyes widened.

He tried to reach out his stiff hand towards his father.

But after a while, Tanjirou also rolled his eyes and passed out.

After a period of time.

Far away, the horizon.

Like a golden sharp blade cutting through the sky, splitting the thick darkness, piercing straight from the top of the dome to the ground.

The wind and snow drifted away, and an extremely shining light appeared in the direction of the sky.

The warm sun shines on the top of the mountain.

Its daybreak.

At this time.

"Huh...! Huh...!" Saburo, holding an axe, ran up from the direction of the mountain out of breath:

"Tanjirou...! Tanjirou...!"

His face was blue and he was obviously very tired. He was also sweating profusely in this deep snow environment, and his whole body was staggering:
"Too fast! Wait...!"

Grandpa Sanlang panted heavily while holding onto the trees, and finally arrived at the Zaomen house on the top of the mountain.

When he wiped the sweat from his brow and looked up.

Saburo turned pale with shock, he hesitated for a while and couldn't speak:
"This this……!"

What caught my eye was a large patch of potholes and messy snow.

Cracked ground, swaying snow, radiating wavy snow waves.

And, the bright red blood.

"Tanjiro!" Saburo first saw Tanjiro lying on the ground unconscious, he quickly dropped the ax in his hand, and walked quickly to Tanjirou's side.

"Oops, I've already passed out!" He touched Tanjiro's forehead, and his expression became ugly.

Carried him on his back.

Just before taking two steps forward, Saburo exclaimed again:

"Tanjuro!?"

Tanjuro Kamado, whom he had not seen for several years, was half kneeling in the snow at this moment, with his upper body supported by a samurai sword.

"Also passed out!"

"This is how to do!"

Seeing this, San Lang hurriedly dragged the two of them in the snow, and abruptly dragged the father and son into the house.

at the same time.

next to the tree.

Swish!
A black-haired swordsman with a handsome face and calm eyes, but a rigid expression, appeared and stood on the branch.

--I'm late.

The swordsman observed the surrounding environment, thinking so in his heart.

suddenly.

He lowered his blue eyes and looked at Kamado Tanjuro.

Looking at the knife in the latter's hand, even if he fainted, he never let go of the knife.

Thoughtful.

(End of this chapter)