Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 33 - Part One

"you…"

Hei Si Mou stood in the rising dust, his clothes fluttered in the breeze, and his six golden eyes seemed to reflect light in the shadows, making him look very eerie.

The breeze blew across the street, and the dust drifted away from one side, revealing the upper body of Hei Si Mou facing him.

now.

He turned around, his sclera was scarlet, and the six golden pupils covered with black lines were staring at him through the thin dust mist.
——Kaomen Tanjuro.

The pupils slowly focus.

Dark red feathers...

Markings on forehead and collarbone...

Crimson hair…

as well as…

The pair of flower earrings my mother begged for...

……

Opposite Hei Si Mou.

The two who were about to run towards Ganlu Temple suddenly stopped their steps.

click.

Purgatory Xingshoulang held his breath, his eyes were serious, his thumbs rested on the knife, and he looked forward solemnly.

The black characters in the golden pupils are so eye-catching at night.

[Winding the...

[one]!
He tightly grasped the handle of the Sun Wheel Knife at his waist, ready to draw the knife and slash at any time, his muscles tensed.

Appeared out of the blue.

The strongest of the twelve ghost months.

The momentum and sense of oppression are completely different from the next two just now, and they are different from the root.

Is this the winding!

Xing Shoulang's expression became serious, he didn't dare to look away from Shang Yi in front of him, thinking of countermeasures.

The information is wrong!

Further evacuation is required!
beside him.

"..."

Kamado Tanjuro straightened his waist, his face was expressionless and calm, but his left hand held the hilt of the Japanese sword.

Although he was mentally prepared, he knew that Wu Mi would definitely send someone to test and hunt him down.

but…

The corners of Tanjuro's mouth twitched slightly, for a man like him, he couldn't help but feel a little bit hard to calm down.

The dark red pupils reflected the image of Hei Si Mou.

——Let Heishimu come over directly?
Miserable, you are really a...

But this situation seems to be in line with the essence of Wu Mi's "crumbs".

Dangerous.

Zaomen Tanjuro calmed down slightly, he was able to deceive Wu Mi because Wu Mi was stupid and cautious.

But Black Death Mou... Tanjuro has no certainty that he can get away with it.

Just a few seconds after the confrontation between the two sides.

The dust and mist completely dissipated.

Hei Si Mou stood in front of the two of them, and he spoke to Zaomen Tanjuro:

"You..." His hoarse voice was a little slow, and the tone in it could not be heard.

"Like him."

Hearing Hei Si Mou's words, Xing Shou Lang became vigilant, and he was even ready to slap his eardrums hard at any time.

But soon, Anjurou came to his senses, and he glanced slightly at Tanjuro beside him.

——One of the winding.

——Talking to Mr. Zaomen?
"but."

The tone of Hei Si Mou's voice could not be heard, it was like a calm lake without ups and downs.

His six pupils stared at Tanjuro at the same time, Kuroshimo raised his arm, stretched out a finger, and placed it in front of him.

The fingertips tilted slightly in the direction of Tanjuro:

"You, it's not him."

The moment the voice of this sentence fell.

Om-! !

Xingjurou and Tanjuro, who were on guard, felt the coercion emanating from Heishimou in front of them.

Tanjuro wasn't surprised that his 'cos' was seen through, after all, he might be facing the person who is most familiar with Yuanichi in the whole world.

"Lamentable……"

Kurosei Mou looked at the similarities between Tanjuro and Enichi in his memory, and he didn't know what emotion he was feeling right now.

Sad, shaken, angry?
He just wanted to say 'pathetic imitator'.

But when the words came to his lips, for some reason, he couldn't say anything.

As if, I felt from the bottom of my heart that this sentence could not come out of my own mouth.

But after a short period of confusion, what surged up in his heart was endless hatred and anger.

He was clear.

His current emotion——is jealousy.

Yuanyi.

Heishi Mou looked at the vigilant Tanjuro, he held the bloody handle of the knife at his waist, and slightly drew the knife.

Why, after that lord and I killed everyone related to Rihu.

Why, you still leave such traces on the world, so complete.

why.

But his jealousy at the moment is not only aimed at Yuanyi.

Also aimed at - Tanjuro.

……

After a few seconds of confrontation between the two sides.

Swish!
The figure of Hei Si Mou moved first.

He made a slight movement of drawing the sword, and then disappeared as an afterimage in Tanjuro's eyes.

Invisible!
Tanjuro's eyes widened, he scanned his surroundings, but he couldn't see the moving figure of Heishimu at all!

"You...can't you see it?"

Holding up the blade with countless eyeballs in his hand, Heishimu appeared beside Tanjuro and slashed straight at him!
There is no sword skill, just a simple test.

Swish!
The red blade drew a perfect arc in mid-air!

Tanjuro reacted quickly, he suddenly raised the Japanese sword in his hand, and subconsciously moved across to block it.

Ka!

Following a tremor from his wrist, Tanjuro looked sideways, and saw the black Japanese sword bent for a moment overwhelmed.

Boom!
The entire blade made a sound like breaking glass, and cracks appeared from the point of impact, and it shattered directly!
Looking at the Hirinkana crumbling into bits and pieces in front of him, Tanjuro looked cautious, he stepped back half a step, and pulled out the wedge ball directly!

Then quickly reverse the grip, and pick it forward and upward!

"when!!"

Gorgeous sparks bloomed where the blade touched the blade, and Tanjuro held the handle of the Kagemaru with both hands.

He caught this slash from Heisei Mou.

No!

Kamodo Tanjuro looked at Heishimu who was standing in front of him, looking extremely relaxed.

His hand holding the handle trembled slightly.

If this continues, you will die!
He felt the only resurrection power in his body.

Even if he dies, he can be resurrected using the power of resurrection.

but…

Tanjuro's pupils moved to one side, and he noticed that Kyojuro, who had circled behind Heiseimou, was about to strike.

And, on the other side of the street, Amroji Mitsuri was trying to rush over with a bomb in her arms.

During the time after his death and before his resurrection.

Everyone else will die.

To be honest, at the beginning, Tanjuro just wanted to live.

The prefix is ​​- and Kuizhi, live with the family.

But now it seems that Wu Mi will probably start from this time and keep chasing and killing him, so he will inevitably die again and again.

Then it also means that he will be resurrected continuously, and everyone around him will also be infected with dragon cough.

Including Aoi Branch, Tanjiro, Mizuko...

They will all die.

……

- This can't be done.

Swish!
In the body, a resurrection power that was originally lit, burned quickly to the bottom!
"What..." Heixin Mou couldn't help being slightly taken aback when he felt the sudden increase in the vitality of the person in front of him.

The strength of resisting his own blade suddenly increased!

"when!"

With a crisp sound of blade collision, sparks flickered, and Heishimu's knife was slightly bounced away.

Swish!
Black Death Mou retreated quickly, he stood not far away, and then observed Tanjuro who was in a very strange state.

"...You made the right bet."

Tanjuro said in a low voice.

An incomparably full vitality boiled within Tanjuro's body.

He raised his head slowly, his originally yellow and thin face became full of blood, the muscles in his arms became firm and powerful, and his complexion instantly improved.

The dark red streak on the left forehead gradually became hotter.

The crimson pupils reflected Heishi Mou's slightly surprised expression.

And, most importantly——

——That was in the bottom of my heart, and gradually surfaced on the top of Hei Simou's head.

——The pitch-black stance bar.

(End of this chapter)