Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 30 - Ninja

In a dark room.

Heishi Mouzheng held it with slightly trembling hands, the child-sized dark red sleeves, and his six golden pupils reflected the dark red of the worn clothes.

Most of the original red color of the small sleeve has faded, and now it can only be barely recognized.

The six pupils quickly scanned and observed, and the heart that had been silent for more than three hundred years was once again fluctuating.

Ji Guo...Yuan Yi...

"how is this possible…"

He rubbed his fingers over the clothes that seemed to fall apart easily.

After observing the indistinct Warring States period on the clothing following the family crest of the country.

Hei Si Mou was completely convinced that these were the clothes of his younger brother, Ji Guo Yuan Yi.

Hei Si Mou stood silently in the room, with his head lowered, his six eyes with scarlet sclera stared straight at Xiao Xiu.

A feeling of suffocation suddenly surged from my heart to the top of my skull.

Not even breathing.

Like a dead thing.

for a long time.

The hoarse voice of Hei Si Mou talking to himself gradually sounded more and more trembling:
"If... you are... still alive..."

"That…"

Heishai Mou slowly raised his head, he only felt that the strong sense of anxiety and frustration in his heart seemed to knead his internal organs into mud.

The eyes of the six golden pupils with red scleras stared exaggeratedly to the maximum, and his tone of talking to himself became extremely hateful:
"I…"

"What does it mean to be a ghost..."

creak...

The hands holding the small sleeves gradually had blue veins, and Heishi Mou looked straight ahead, his tense hands trembling uncontrollably due to anger and jealousy.

With the crisp sound of clothes being torn.

呲——!
The dark red shabby little sleeves were completely reduced to ashes.

In the dark room, slowly drifting away.

Blue veins clung to his face, and the fangs that belonged to ghosts slowly turned ferocious.

He only felt that the breath he had polished to perfection had been 300 years after witnessing Yuanyi's death.

It was so heavy for the first time.

……

Just as Hei Si Mou was standing silently, his long-lonely heart kept thinking wildly.

rustle…

"...Hei Si Mou...where are you now..."

rustle……

Indistinct, a hoarse voice sounded like black noise flickering across his mind.

It's no misery.

Hei Si Mou raised his head, but he didn't answer, just silently waiting for Wu Mi's next words.

"...to...Tokyo..."

"...the ghost of the last quarter moon...over there..."

Hei Si Mou heard Wu Mi's hoarse and indistinct voice in his heart, and he felt very irritated by Wu Mi for a moment due to his mood swings.

"I found out... Ji Guoyuan..."

After hearing Wu Mi's words clearly.

……what?
Hei Si Mou stood on the spot, he was stunned for a while, and an unknown emotion quickly surged into his heart.

Then, the eye sockets trembled unnaturally.

click.

With trembling hands tightly clutching the handle of the knife at his waist, Heishimu suppressed his emotions, turned around vigorously, and faced the door.

creak...

boom!
With a loud sound came from the door.

The purple-black figure turned into an afterimage, and flew down the mountain in an instant.

Whoa-! !

The trees along the way were all torn apart by the powerful implementation force, leaving them in a mess.

……

……

Tokyo.

Unlike the pitch-black mountain top, the environment here is quite bright.

It's just that the street lamps on the ground or the shops beside the street are in a mess as if they have been plowed over.

The wolf smoke from the explosion spread in the dark night sky along with the flames.

the other end of the street.

Rooftop terrace.

Pei Lang's eyes turned white, and he twitched for a while before he realized that his deformed hand returned to its original state in an instant.

"Heh cough...ha..."

--Just now?Is it the adult's voice?

what did you say?
Suddenly, Pei Lang came back to his senses, and he suddenly realized.

——No, these are none of my business!
This is not the important thing now!

Pei Lang was flustered for a while, he didn't care about it, he threw the gun on the ground, and looked at the position where Lian Ji Xing Shou Lang was standing just now.

Because he shot himself in the brain with a pistol many times before, Peilang's memory and thoughts have long been a little blurred.

At this moment, the only will in his mind is to take revenge on that ghost hunter!
But when he looked downstairs, at the street.

Of the three ghost hunters standing there, two have disappeared!

There's only one guy with pink hair standing there!

!! ?
Disappeared!
Pei Lang stood up, his scarlet pupils quickly scanned around.

next moment.

In the field of vision, a red sharp blade suddenly stabbed from below!
"hiss--!!"

【Breath of Flame One Shape】

Swish!
The tip of the knife wrapped in dazzling flames flashed across the face in an instant!

【Shiranui】!
puff!

The blade that came over in an instant, slashed fiercely on Pei Lang's arms that quickly reacted and erected to block!
The sound of the blade piercing the flesh came, and blood splashed on Peilang's face with a ferocious smile. He opened his scarlet eyes and stared at Xing Shoulang who rushed from the street to the roof.

Ok?
Pei Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, he looked at Xing Shou Lang who suddenly stabbed and slashed in front of him, with a hint of doubt on his face.

Then, he broke his arms himself and quickly backed away.

pat.

The blazing flames drew a trace on the pitch-black roof, Purgatory Xingshourou stepped on the edge of the roof, and he stood firmly on his feet.

Standing up straight, Xing Shoulang quickly put the knife in front of him.

"Huh..." The white steam from the corner of his mouth slowly drifted away.

Purgatory Xingshoulang was staring at the number in Peilang's eyes, and the blood on his forehead had been temporarily stopped by breathing.

Next two.

There are numbers in the eyes, one of the twelve ghost months!

Xing Shoulang raised his thick black sword eyebrows slightly, and he became vigilant.

puff!

Peilang jumped back a few steps, blue veins popped up where his arms were severed, his muscles tensed and twitched, and a pair of arms quickly grew back.

Just now, he seemed to feel that this person with flaming hair looked a little different from what he remembered.

Well, what about him.

He was smiling ferociously, tugging at the white gloves that grew out of his hands, the black military coat fluttering in the wind, and pointing at Xing Shoulang:

"...I have never forgotten the humiliation you gave me!"

"It took a few years! I became stronger!"

His expression became crazy, and the ferocious wolf teeth lines on his face were slightly distorted:

"Now! I'm already the Twelve Ghost Moon!"

click!

Pei Lang took out a pistol from his military coat, pointed at Xing Shoulang, and laughed arrogantly:

"Purgatory Makijuro! It's today...!"

"The day of my revenge!"

"Enlighten yourself!! Practice..."

Pei Lang hadn't finished speaking halfway.

tread!
A dark red feathered figure quietly appeared behind Peilang.

The black sun wheel knife, from the back of Pei Lang, stretched out the tip of the knife.

The tip of the knife subconsciously aimed at the position of the heart, but hesitated for a moment.

click!

The smooth blade slashed across!Adjusting the direction, he slashed hard at Peilang's neck!
puff!

The sound of the blade piercing into the flesh suddenly came from the neck!
"!!" Pei Lang suddenly stopped his speech, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at the Sun Wheel Knife whose blade had already touched his neck!

behind? !
when? !

However, as the second-ranked Peilang, his survival instinct is also more similar to that adult.

I didn't react mentally, but my body has already made a means automatically:
[Blood Ghost Art Shadow Wolf]!
slap...

Suddenly, the neck that had been slashed by the blade turned into a shadow!In the dark shadows, the long and narrow eyes opened!
The blade sliced ​​into it, but it sank slowly as if it had fallen into a swamp!

Kamado Tanjuro was standing behind Peilang holding the handle of the knife.

The expression was a little surprised.

(End of this chapter)