Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 56 - People's pain always comes from their own powerlessness
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different space.

Infinite City.

Compared with before, there are obviously more messy buildings here.

"...Damn, hateful undead."

"The ghost doesn't go away!"

The suit is tall and straight, but the face is anxious and melancholy, and the figure with short breath keeps walking along the wall.

Da da da.

Ignoring gravity, Wu Mi rubbed her chin with her hand, staring straight ahead with scarlet pupils, stepped on the wall, and walked straight.

——Hei Si Mou is dead.

It has been these days, not only has there been no news.

Now, even I can't contact him.

As the king of ghosts, he should be able to listen to the voices of all ghosts at will and establish remote contact with them.

The medium is blood.

And Black Death Mou.

When he was in a trance when he saw Ri Yan that time, when he came back to his senses.

Wu Mi is already there, and he can no longer perceive his existence.

pat.

His pupils were bright red, and his mid-length black hair was slightly curly. Wu Mi stopped his steps and looked straight ahead.

His fingers that were touching his chin couldn't stop shaking, if it wasn't for being tightly pinched by him, the shaking would be even more severe.

Recalling what he saw from Hei Mou's vision that day.

"...what to do." Wu Mi muttered, his voice trembling with a little hoarseness, and cold sweat could not stop flowing from his forehead.

The orange light reflected on his pale side face, and the bulging veins of the horned dragon were dark and distinct.

He stood on the wall and whispered softly:

"Hei Si Mou is dead... that guy is right."

"…incredible."

He changed his posture without misery and anxiety, and the voice he was talking to himself trembled inexplicably:

Can mere human beings live for such a long time?

There was a slight pause on Wu Mi's anxious expression.

——No, that man is not human.

——It's a real monster...!
in case.

That guy, from then on, also lived forever like himself.

That…!
Wu Mi's pupils shrank suddenly, he raised his head in surprise, and covered one of his eyes in disbelief, his scarlet eyes trembling violently:
"I... want to be in this small infinite city..."

"Hiding forever...?!"

The so-called "infinite city".

Among them, "infinity" represents Wuyan's inner desire to swim in the infinite.

He wants to stand in the sun, open up his heart, and do whatever he wants.

That's why, the light in Infinite City is a warm color - sunlight.

All these constitute the deepest desire in his heart.

--free.

"boom!"

Wu Mi's Adam's apple squirmed up and down, his face was gloomy, and he punched the wooden building next to him, turning his head:
"Naruto girl!"

Lowering his voice, he squeezed out these words from his throat:
"Call me all the winders!"

Lowering his eyes, the bright red eyes that faintly reflected light in the shadows stared fiercely ahead.

……

……

the other side.

Somewhere in a town.

On the street, it was pitch black.

"call--"

The cold wind blew past the Budokan next to the street, the blood-stained white curtain fluttered slightly, and the blood-smelling wind blew across the street.

In the martial arts hall where the lights flicker on and off.

A few figures in white robes seemed to be rushing towards someone through the window.

"Damn! You bastard!"

puff!

boom--!
The sound of heavy objects falling on the wall sounded.

"Master!"

"Don't underestimate...our... poof!"

puff!

"...Everyone! I will fight with you!!"

"Puff!"

Inside the hall.

in the room.

"Weak, too weak."

Scattered corpses fell around the gymnasium, and the figure in the purple short shirt casually threw the person hanging on his hand aside:
"The strongest Budokan in the town... Is this the level?"

"Weak enough to be disgusting."

boom!
The person who was pierced through the chest was thrown to the wall by him, and slowly slipped down like a rag.

Dark red blood spread on the floor, and blood red footprints kept moving forward.

……

pat, pat.

The sound of bare feet walking on the wooden floor gradually approached.

Bang!
"Hey...!!" The woman with a pale face, trembling lips, and a frightened expression was hiding in a box.

The weather at night was a bit cold, so that her shortness of breath caused her to keep exhaling white steam from her mouth.

She stared at the opening of the box, and clutched an umbrella in her hand—it was the only thing she could hold tightly.

Her body couldn't help shaking, and she tremblingly looked up to the top of her head.

pat.

At this time.

The sound of bare footsteps stopped in front of the box.

Snapped!
The woman was shocked, her pupils stared at the opening of the box in horror, and she covered her mouth and nose with her hands.

The palm trembled and covered it hard, so that the palm was squeezed and turned white.

Just then the footsteps stopped for a while.

When nothing seems to happen.

The woman was slightly relieved, her breathing gradually calmed down.

Sudden.

"...don't run away from the fight."

"It just makes you weaker!"

A flat, and seemingly disgusting tone came from outside the box.

boom!
The speaker seemed sullen, kicked the box, and yelled:

"come out!"

"Fight me!"

inside the box.

"...Hey..." The woman covered her mouth tightly, her face turned blue, and she looked like she was about to faint.

She, she is just a photo studio apprentice invited by this martial arts school to take pictures...! !

why!
The tip of her nose was sore, her eyes were red, and tears were rolling in her eyes.

Why did this happen...? !

Imagine what you just saw.

will die.

If you go out, you will definitely die!
"...Aren't you coming out yet?"

It seems to have waited too long.

boom!
The person outside the box opened the box from the locked position with a punch!

Finger tattoos, fists with dark blue skin, wiped the woman's face, crashed through the box, and pounded on the wall!

The wind of the lingering fist made her cheeks ache.

"...Ah." She was stunned, her mind went blank.

creak...

After yanking off the wooden box cover.

The visitor suddenly said in surprise:

"…what?"

The peach-red short hair shook slightly, and the tattooed man had a puzzled expression on his face, and his golden eyes were fixed on the woman's appearance.

--woman?
Slowly withdrew his fist stuck into the wall, and he straightened up again.

His brows were slightly frowned, his light pink eyelashes drooped, and there was a hint of boredom in his eyes.

"…never mind."

He glanced at the woman with frightened eyes, and slowly turned around.

pat.

Step away.

In the woman's trance eyes.

It reflects the messy scene of bloodstains, dead bodies everywhere, and white spines exposed.

……

Outside the Budokan.

The person in pink slowly walked out from under the curtain, looking up at the full moon in the night sky.

In the golden eyes, the words like this are engraved:
【winding】

【Three】

The third of the winding - Yiwozuo.

Just as Yiwozuo was regretting that he had not met a strong opponent, he was stepping out.

Bang-!
Under his feet, a wooden door close to the ground suddenly appeared.

And jerked away, warm light shines from it.

Yiwozuo stepped on the ground.

He fell.

(End of this chapter)