Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 42 – The Extinct Heart Fire
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"Karma! Karma!"

Javens fluttered across the sky.

The sky was a little dark, and it looked like it was going to rain.

The cold and damp breath gently brushed the ground.

On the street where the house looks like, there is a mansion with a large area.

Inside the door of the mansion, facing the porch, hung a white haori with crimson flame patterns.

Under the eaves of a Japanese mansion.

Bang!
A rough and generous hand slammed the flagon in his hand onto the corridor under the eaves.

The crystal clear liquid splashed from the spout and fell on the wooden corridor.

"...boring."

The man was reclining on the door frame, reaching out his hand to wipe the remaining wine from the corner of his mouth casually, and looking at the dark sky in the distance with scattered eyes.

The originally golden hair with red corners seems to be a bit dull at the moment, and the sideburns that have not been tidied for many days are also very messy.

His chin was covered with stubble, and he looked decadent.

He took a deep breath, and let out a heavy sigh of depression in his heart:
"...no point, no use at all."

Thinking of the situation when his son shared his experiences with him with great interest just now, Purgatory Makijuro only felt a burst of entanglement and depression.

Even if... can be the pillar.

So what…

in mind.

What I saw in the [Book of Flame Pillar] has been lingering for a long time.

Every word written in it seems to have become the heart demon of Makijuro in purgatory.

Even such a powerful swordsman could not kill the ghost king.

Ordinary people.

No matter how hard you try, it's useless.

"…what."

Purgatory Makijuro's tired eyes lowered, he picked up the jug and poured it into his mouth a few times.

The expected drink didn't pour out, just a few drops.

Makijuro's hand holding the jug froze for a while, he slowly put down his hand, supported the door frame, and stood up stiffly:
"No more wine..." he murmured.

Just as he was about to turn his head, he saw his youngest son hiding at the door of the house, secretly looking over here.

After seeing Makijuro turn around, Senjuro quickly retracted his head, hugged the broom tightly in his hand, and ran away in small steps.

Makijuro didn't care, he just stood up staggeringly, stroked his stubble, and walked out of the room slowly, carrying the jug.

……

on the street.

The damp smell permeated the air, making people very uncomfortable.

Generally, no one would pass by the path at the door of Purgatory’s house.

Makijuro walked out of the door and looked up at the sky.

Just when he came back to his senses and was about to buy wine.

Step, step!
A dark red feathered figure strolled past him.

The slightly swaying bright flower earrings immediately attracted Makijuro's eyes.

——Sun-shaped flower earrings...!
His eyes froze immediately, and his dim orange-red pupils moved slowly following the direction the man was walking.

Ben's casual expression was suddenly serious, and when he realized it, his attention was all on the passing person.

Under the instant high-intensity observation of his former Yanzhu, Purgatory Makijuro recognized what it was almost in a breath.

The appearance of the Hua Zha earrings:
——And the one drawn in [The Book of Yan Zhu].

- Exactly the same!
--that person…! !

"Bang!"

The wine jug in his hand was unconsciously released, and it smashed to the ground with a bang, splashing out a few drops of residual wine.

"Hey you!!"

Purgatory Makijuro's pupils shrank suddenly, he raised his hand abruptly, and stretched out his finger to the dark red haori that passed him by:

"You..." The thick black swallow eyebrows trembled uncontrollably, even the outstretched fingers trembled.

Makijuro's voice was hoarse, his pupils reflected the back of the man's earrings and his trembling arms:
"Ho...cough!"

After taking a few short breaths, Makijuro found that his neck seemed to be choked, and he was speechless with his eyes wide open.

him ahead.

"?"

Zamon Tanjuro stopped in his tracks, he turned around slowly, and looked behind him with some doubts.

After observing the appearance of the person who called him for a while, his eyes rested on his opponent's hair.

——Is it Anjuro's father?

Tanjuro suddenly realized.

He looked at the other party's panting appearance, and was a little confused for a while:

"Is there a problem?"

Purgatory Makijuro watched Tanjuro turn around, his pupils trembled, and his eyes glanced back and forth between the stripes on Tanjuro's left forehead and the earrings.

There is no doubt that this person is the user of the sun's breath.

— is a genius who is unique in a million.

He saw the wedge ball pinned to Tanjuro's waist.

Has the user of Breath of the Sun joined the Demon Slayer Squad again? !

"You..." Purgatory Makijuro's tone weakened, and he slowly put down his hands, his voice was still hoarse and trembling:

"Now, what are you doing?"

After struggling in his heart for a long time, Makijuro found that he seemed to be able to say only this.

Possesses texture and is a user of Rihu.

This kind of people…

What do you care about...?
And this seemingly impossible conversation between strangers just happened.

Tanjuro pointed at himself, and tilted his head in doubt:

"I…?"

"Oh, I'm going to see my family now." He smiled and nodded to Makijuro, his crimson eyes narrowed, and his tone was quite soft:

"Already, we haven't seen each other for a while."

"What about you? Xing Shoulang should have come back last night, right?"

Tanjuro said, looking into the mansion beside him.

"Xing Shoulang..."

Makijuro was startled slightly when he heard the words, but didn't say much.

Seeing the other party's silence for a while, Tanjuro blinked his eyes slowly. He pointed to the front of the road and asked:
"By the way, Butterfly House is going down this road, right?"

"...ah...uh...um." Purgatory Makijuro realized, he quickly agreed, and nodded falteringly:

"Yes."

"That's it, thank you."

"Then I won't bother you any more, and I'm leaving." Tanjuro said, he nodded, and turned around as if he was about to leave.

"what……"

Makijuro was stunned on the spot, holding the empty pot rope in his hand, watching Tanjuro's back getting further and further away.

a long time.

He came back slowly.

what the hell…

He stretched out his hand to touch his unshaven face, his frown that had been furrowed slowly stretched out.

Just like ordinary people...

In my mind, a woman with red eyes and a gentle smile gradually emerged.

Makijuro turned around, his figure gradually stopped shaking.

……

……

……

Somewhere in an izakaya.

wow-

The blackout curtain at the door was suddenly lifted.

"Oh?"

The boss who was sitting at the counter looked towards the door. After seeing the person coming, he immediately raised his eyebrows and stood up with a smile:

"A regular customer is here, isn't this Makijuro?"

He stared at the figure of Makijuro, and said slowly, with a very relaxed tone:
"It's the same today? A jug of wine? Take it away?"

As he said that, the boss skillfully took out a jug of already filled wine from the table behind him, put it on the counter, and looked at Makijuro with a smile.

pat.

"No." Purgatory Makijuro shook his head, he pushed away the wine handed by the boss, and handed over the rope in his hand:

"Stop drinking."

"Bring me a pot of tea."

"...Huh?" The boss made an unbelievable expression, as if he didn't hear clearly, and put his ear close to Makijuro:
"I'm sorry, I seem to have a problem with my ears, Mr. Makijuro, please say it again?"

As he said that, the boss raised his eyebrows and narrowed his other eye with an exaggerated expression.

"Please bring me a pot of tea." Makijuro seemed to have gotten used to the tone of the boss, he repeated his own words.

"...Oh——" The boss slowly leaned back. After confirming that he heard correctly, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"It's incredible."

"This is really incredible..."

While muttering, he turned around and took away the wine on the counter, walked back into the house and brought out a pot of tea.

pat.

The boss put a whole pot of tea in front of Makijuro, and gently pushed forward:
"but…"

"That's right." His tone was more relaxed than before:
"Master Yan Zhu."

(End of this chapter)