Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 4 - Just Call Tomioka Yoshiyuki

"Crack! Creak!"

In the charcoal cellar, the flames were burning fiercely, and with the sound of crackling, sparks were flying in the cellar.

There is still some charcoal left at home. If it weren't for the continuous heavy snowfall in recent days, there would be more surplus.

But these are enough.

Zaomen Tanjuro stood alone in front of the charcoal kiln, looking at the knife wedge pellets he had placed in the charcoal kiln.

The firelight shone on his face.

The combustion temperature of charcoal can reach 1000 or even higher in the charcoal pit.

This is enough to burn the wedge ball red.

That is the so-called He Dao.

Ideally, the burnt red blade can be red for nearly 20 minutes.

It takes an hour to cool down completely.

enough.

It was getting dark gradually.

The surrounding light gradually weakened, and the sun seemed to be going down soon.

Standing in front of the firelight of the charcoal cellar, the firelight shone on Tanjuro who was standing with his arms folded, stretching his shadow very long.

All around, except for Tanjuro, there was no other figure to be found.

"Karma! Karma!" A few crows sprang out from the nearby dense forest, the branches shook, and the birds began to return to their nests with loud calls.

In the darkened environment, only some messy footprints could be seen on the snowy ground slightly illuminated by the firelight.

And two lines of clear axle prints.

The messy footprints finally gathered in the same direction, and walked straight down the mountain from that direction.

The drifting snow was wrapped in the north wind, slowly covering the traces on the ground.

……

……

the other side.

far away.

near a mountain.

All around are empty paddy fields.

Snow covered.

The sky is getting dark and the temperature is slowly dropping.

"call--"

The cold wind mixed with snow swept across the paddy fields.

A group of people walking on the path in the field also subconsciously tightened their clothes.

"Takeo, can you still hold on?"

Zaomen Kuizhi led Mao to the front.

Behind him is a wooden four-wheeled charcoal cart.

Mi Douzi walked in front of the charcoal cart, holding the hemp rope in his hand, pulling the charcoal cart.

Hanako was resting on a charcoal cart with her young Liutai in her arms.

creak... creak...

The wooden wheels rolled over the ground, denting the snow with a creaking, squishing sound.

Tanjiro was away, and the oldest man in the family became Takeo, who was walking at the end of the line with an ax at the moment.

And with all his strength, he pushed the charcoal cart forward slowly.

"Takeo?"

Kuizhi Zaomen was turning around, shouting at Zhuxiong at the end of the line, with a white breath coming out of his mouth.

Takexiong wrapped his scarf around his neck, raised his hand and waved:

"I'm fine!"

Kuizhi from Zaomen frowned slightly when she heard the words, she stopped, turned around the charcoal cart and walked towards Zhuxiong.

"Mom." Zhuxiong watched his mother walking towards him, subconsciously shrinking his neck.

"what……"

Kuizhi walked up to Zhuxiong, stretched out his hand, and let out a sigh of relief.

Then he squatted down and held Takeo's red and trembling hands in order to push the charcoal cart forward.

Raising her head, she said seriously to Takeo:

"Don't be brave. When we are tired, we will find someone else to sleep over and rest."

"...I see." Takexiong clenched his frozen hands tightly, holding the ax tightly.

Seeing this, Kui Zhi nodded and got up.

"Mom, why..." Mao looked up and looked at his mother.

He wanted to ask why the whole family suddenly left together, except for his father.

But seeing his mother's nervous and tired face, Mao stopped his words.

Kuizhi heard Mao's question, and she walked along the street, not daring to relax her vigilance even when she reached the town, she lowered her head and said in a low voice:

"What's wrong, Mau?"

Mao shook his head, held his mother's hand, and changed his previous question:

"Mom, where are we going?"

They had been away from home since around one o'clock in the afternoon, and were walking all the way.

Now, the time has passed in the evening, and the sun is about to set.

It was dark.

creak...

Kuizhi at the kitchen door stopped in her tracks.

She remembered the conversation Tanjuro Kamado had with her at noon.

……

……

Half a day ago.

in the wooden house.

"Tanjuro, what do you mean..."

Aoi Zhi sat beside Tanjuro, she seemed a little puzzled.

"Kuizhi." Tanjuro raised his eyes and looked at his wife, his tone was serious:

"Believe me."

"Next, it's going to be dangerous on this mountain."

"Bring Mi Douzi, Mao and the others, stay away from here first, the farther away the better."

Tanjuro said, looking through the open door, looking at Hanako and Shigeru who were playing in the snow:
"Don't worry about Tanjirou, he'll be fine."

Hearing this, Zaomen Kuizhi opened her mouth slightly, her purple eyes were a little touched, she didn't know what judgment she should make now:
"Dangerous... what do you mean?"

The husband had been in a coma for a year, and when he suddenly woke up, he said these words again.

While Kuizhi was confused, she also felt strange.

At this time.

Snapped.

Zamon Tanjuro turned his head, stretched out his hand to gently hold Aoizhi's hand, and the two looked at each other:

"Look back... I'll explain it to you when the matter is over."

Tanjuro held Aoie's hand, his gaze firm.Slowly poking into the quilt beside her:

"Believe me."

click!

Until, there was a crisp sound of the collision of the knife and the scabbard.

——It’s Wakimaru, a samurai sword.

Zaomen Kuizhi's pupils shrank slightly, and she looked up at her husband.

——In the past year of taking care of her husband every day, Aoi Zhi never discovered the existence of this samurai sword.

Tanjuro was smiling at the moment:

"I woke up this time just to avoid this danger...maybe."

"There is no time, Kuizhi."

"Think of the children."

Zaomen Kuizhi tightly gripped the quilt with her hand on the quilt.

"What about you?" she asked.

"I must stay." Tanjuro replied decisively.

Aoi of Zaomen stared blankly at Tanjuro.

——What do you want to do?
Although Zaomen Kuizhi wanted to question her husband like this now, but seeing the anxiety in the other's eyes, she gradually understood the seriousness of the matter.

Zaomen Kuizhi took a deep breath, she nodded slightly, then stood up:
"I understand."

Letting go of Tanjuro's hand, Aoi walked around the bed and walked slowly to the door of the house.

Standing at the door of the house, Kui Zhi stopped in her tracks.

Turning his head, his back to Tanjuro, pursing his lips, lowering his purple eyes, his voice trembling slightly:
"...No, leave us again."

Tanjuro looked straight ahead, nodded his head, and said in a low and quiet voice:
"Don't worry... I won't die."

……

Come back to your senses.

Kuizhi at Zaomen heard Mao's voice, and she remembered that her husband told her to head towards the place called "Sawu Mountain".

The journey takes about half a day.

Kui Zhi rubbed Mao Mao's head casually, raised his head and looked around.

They asked for directions along the way, and although they were delayed for some time, they were almost at their destination.

The surrounding area is already full of paddy fields.

Even the villages are a little further away.

The sun has set, the sky is pitch black, the moon hangs low in the corner of the sky, and the clear moonlight illuminates some clouds.

They were already within the range of Sagiri Mountain, very close to the foot of the mountain.

When we got near Sagiri Mountain, we were basically safe.

Swish!
"Ka!"

creak...

With a few strange sounds, Kui Zhi stopped in her tracks.

Mi Douzi and others who were following behind also stopped.

"...Mom?" Hanako on the charcoal cart woke up slowly, feeling that she was no longer moving forward, she turned her head and asked, "Have you arrived yet?"

"…Um."

Kui Zhi standing in front of the charcoal cart looked forward and nodded slightly.

At this time.

Whoosh!
pat!

A landing sound so slight that it was hard to hear came from in front of several people.

"What's wrong."

"Lost?"

An old and deep voice sounded from the front:

"The nearest village is not in this direction."

Everyone quickly looked up.

—The person who came was wearing a red tengu mask.

The small sleeves embroidered with water ripples are worn on the body, and the short white hair under the moonlight is exposed from both sides of the mask.

The knife carried at the waist showed the identity of the other party.

"The sun has already set. With so many children, it's very dangerous at night." The old man wearing a tengu mask whispered.

When he said this, he looked at Kuizhi from Zaomen.

——Suddenly smelled a lot of strange smells, so he rushed over to have a look.

Zaomen Kuizhi looked at the old man in front of her. Although the other party appeared in front of her in a flash, she quickly stabilized her tone:

"Are you... Mr. Ryotaki?"

Zuo Rinaki seemed a little surprised the last time, he took a special look at Kuizhi Zaomen.

……

The final destination of the Zaomen family.

It is at the foot of Mount Sagiri.

Find an old man named Rinaki Sakonji wearing a Tengu mask.

Stay overnight at his house.

If the other party asks.

"You just say that a swordsman named Giyu Tomioka asked you to go."

—— Said Kamado Tanjuro.

(End of this chapter)