Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 37-
in memory.

400 years ago.

Warring States Period,

When Hei Si Mou Shang was a human, his name was Ji Guo Yan Sheng, and he was Yue Zhu in the ghost killing team at that time.

Although he was the latest to join the Demon Killing Squad, he became the second strongest pillar at that time.

That day.

"Yuanyi."

Ji Guoyansheng stood beside Yuanyi, looking at the sunshine pouring from the top of the clouds in the distance, and his tone was full of anxiety:
"No one is as strong as you and me."

"The inheritance of breathing method is simply desperate..."

He sighed:

"If things go on like this, the skills that have been honed through thousands of years will be lost."

After a pause, Ji Guoyan Shengjian Yuanyi did not respond.

Aren't you worried, Yuanichi?

Ji Guoyansheng turned his head to look at his younger brother, and looked at this man who combined everything in the world in his heart.

Although he said this, there was a hint of contempt in his tone for the rest of the people.

Enichi, who was wearing a high dark red ponytail, stood in front of Ji Guoyansheng, with his back to his elder brother.

The breeze blew through his clothes, and the dark red feathers were draped over his shoulders. There was no emotion in his faint tone:

"Brother."

"You think our two brothers are too important."

Ji Guoyuan just stood there, expressionless, looking into the distance calmly, and said lightly:

"You and I are just two passers-by in the long history of mankind..."

"A baby whose talent is far above you and me may be born somewhere in the world right now."

"Presumably, they will eventually reach the same realm as you and me."

He seemed to be stating an unimportant fact, and he didn't notice the disbelieving eyes of Ji Guoyansheng beside him:

"No need to worry about it."

"Brother."

Yuanyi turned his head, faced Ji Guoyansheng, and looked at his brother seriously, with a deep tone:
"Those who are poor in their way will return to the same place."

"Even if the times change, or the roads are different."

"We're all going to end up in the same place."

……

……

"Don't you think it's a pleasant thing to do?"

"Brother."

Yuanyi's gentle and deep words echoed in his mind.

wow-

The dark red blood flowed out and splashed on the ground, staining the broken stone brick ground red.

Hei Si Mou held his right arm that had been cut in the middle, the muscles at the wound were tense, and the scorched granulation bulged.

Blood still gushed from between the fingers like it couldn't stop.

The right arm did not re-grow instantly as usual.

He subconsciously raised his half-amputated arm and took a look.

bark...

A puff of charred white smoke rose from the half of his right arm.

regeneration... hindered...

In a daze, Heishimu looked at Zaomen Tanjuro not far away, and he saw the originally black blade in Tanjurou's hand.

At this moment, the black knife in his hand was filled with smoke, and it started to turn red and hot from the middle.

Same as...Yuichi...Red Knife...

At this moment, all the thoughts in Hei Si Mou's mind became clear, and he seemed to understand something.

I see…

Looking at Tanjuro's appearance, Heishi Mou suddenly took a quick breath, as if he understood his younger brother for the first time in hundreds of years.

The inner emotions were excited again.

I see…

Yuanyi!

Have you been waiting for someone like this to show up...

For hundreds of years...have been...

no worries...

Because one day...someone will take up your mantle...

do you mean this…

Yuanyi.

The image of Zamon Tanjuro at this moment is reflected in the pupils of Heishimu.

The markings on his left forehead are very eye-catching due to the rise in body temperature, and the strong body under the wide dark red feather makes him stand taller.

The dark red hair is tied up high, and the pair of familiar earrings represent the inheritance from generation to generation.

In addition, the bright red He Dao in his hand.

Tanjuro at this moment coincides with Ji Guoyuanyi hundreds of years ago.

"Those who are poor...the destination is the same..."

Heishi Mou stared blankly at Zaomen Tanjuro, he gradually loosened his grip on the handle of the knife, and muttered slowly.

"same……"

……

……

suddenly.

Hei Si Mou felt that he seemed to understand Yuan Yi's thoughts 400 years ago.

This made him, who had never been with Yuan before, feel a little...surprised.

It was joy from the bottom of my heart, but this emotion made Heishi Mou himself startled.

"It's my path...wrong..."

Hei Si Mou murmured in a low voice. He raised his left hand and looked at the protruding veins and dark nails on his arm.

The poor.

He chose to become a ghost at the beginning, whether this path was right or wrong.

Hei Si Mou thought about this question once when he saw Yuan Yi's clothes when he was young.

But this time, the emotions of the elderly and Yuan couple once echoed in his heart:
'How sad... bro. '

……

on the street.

Pointless.

Everything you do is meaningless.

It's pointless to fight here...

pat.

Black Death Mou straightened up slowly, he no longer covered his wound, but looked at Tanjuro generously.

He emerged from the ruins.

He knew that he lost.

He lost again, whether it was strength or thought.

Lost to the person in front of him who looked like Yuan Yi.

Lost to Enichi who had predicted today's scene 400 years ago.

At that time, he was anxious that he didn't want his sword skills to be lost to the next generation.

But Yuanyi has already set his sights on hundreds of years, or even longer.

Complete defeat.

But at this moment, there was no trace of the anxiety in his heart at all.

blah-

He stretched out his hand and tore off the remaining strands of clothes floating on his body expressionlessly.

The upper body is naked in the air, and the muscles that have been honed for hundreds of years are extremely clear.

Kamado Tanjuro was standing not far away, with the blade upright, vigilant, slowly walking towards this side.

Swish!
Hei Si Mou raised his head, his six eyes looked at Tanjuro again, his voice was low and slow and he pronounced clearly:

"you…"

Holding the blade, he pointed the tip at Tanjuro:

"What is your name…?"

Tanjuro was slightly taken aback by the sudden question.

He squinted his eyes, looking vigilantly at Hei Simou who had been silent for a while before and then became very strange.

——?
The wedge ball tightly held in the hand never let go.

"...Gohachiro."

Tanjuro frowned, he looked around and dealt with it casually.

After Hei Si Mou heard this, he had no other reaction, he just nodded slightly, and the whole ghost became quite strange:
"Ganghachiro, I remember..."

He is very confused now.

After understanding Yuan Yi's thoughts, Hei Si Mou suddenly didn't know what he had done before.

He has nothing left in the world.

It doesn't affect anything.

that…

A trace of confusion flashed across Heishimu's eyes.

What is the meaning of my... being in this world?
then.

Tanjuro took the opportunity to pant and adjust his breathing.

Hei Si Mou lowered his head, and took out a small purple-pink bag with delicate patterns from the black hakama.

Inside the bag was a rough wooden flute broken in two.

Swish!
Hei Si Mou turned into an afterimage and left here.

　Regarding the addition, the addition of the new book issue will shorten the entire development time of the new book issue, so I am going to return it together when it is on the shelf... Although I don’t know if I can finish it in one go (Storm crying)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)