Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 61 – The Unlucky Jade Pot

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In the distance, the green forest is touched by the breeze in the evening sunset.

Forging knife village gate.

After staying at the door for a while, a circle of masked swordsmiths surrounded Beimingyu Xingming.

They leaned together, raised their heads, looked at Beiming Yu Xingming, who was more than two meters tall, and talked in surprise.

"Hey... this guy is really tall...!"

"What kind of sword should I use? A naginata?"

"Is it a pillar..."

It seems that these swordsmiths have never seen Beimingyu Xingming himself before.

"Nan Wu..."

Beimingyu Xingming, who was watched by the crowd, stood among the crowd, with his palms folded, as calm as a rock - without saying a word.

At the same time, Beimingyu also noticed Tanjuro who was standing far away and was about to squeeze in through the gate.

He looked in Tanjuro's direction with pale eyes, and nodded slightly.

——The vitality is several times stronger than the last time I saw it.

--what happens?

He was born blind, but acquired an unparalleled perception.

Recalling Tanjuro's sudden exuberant vitality that he noticed during the Zhuhe meeting, Beimingyu became more and more puzzled.

Yin, who came with the two on his back, was supporting each other, and slowly left the vicinity.

At this time.

"Everyone! Give way!"

"The two over there!"

A man wearing a fire mask squeezed out from the crowd at the door, and he waved at Beiming Yu Xingming and Tanjuro:

"You two are also the pillars who came to forge the knife this time!"

"plz follow me--!"

The two couldn't help talking, and with a wave of his hand, he led the two of them away from the surrounding crowd.

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on the street.

On both sides are neatly arranged, mostly two-story houses, and the sound of iron hammering can be faintly heard in the open first floor.

Tanjuro and Beimingyu Xingming walked all the way, and everyone passing by cast surprised eyes.

"Is it the first time for both of you to forge knife village?"

"They're all new faces, I haven't seen them before."

The man wearing the funny fire mask had a high tone, and he kept saying:

"You two can call me Tie Qiao."

"I'm the assistant of the village head, and I'm also a knife maker—the skill of forging knives is second only to the village head!"

Tie Qiao walked in front of the two, the light from the houses on the side of the street shone on his red fire mask, and the two round patterned eyes looked particularly joyful:

"A Zhu has already arrived in the guest room, everyone should know him."

"Because it's getting late, you two can go to the guest room to rest first."

But while he was eloquent, the only response he got was "Nan Wu" from Bei Mingyu occasionally.

Soon, Tie Qiao stopped in front of a building, and he turned around:

"This is where you will live tonight. There are hot springs nearby, so I won't bother you for now. Goodbye."

After finishing speaking, Tie Qiao bowed to the two of them, then walked away along the street.

……

The night gradually darkened.

The moon rose from the sky, and the street gradually lit up with warm light.

Guest room on the second floor.

Tanjuro and Beimingyu Xingming stood in front of the guest room, silent for a while.

"Mr. Zaomen..." The one who broke the silence first was Beiming Yu Xingming.

He held up the Buddhist beads in his hand slightly, apologetically in his tone:

"Ah..."

As Bei Mingyu said, two lines of clear tears flowed from his eyes. His strong body seemed to have developed his lacrimal glands at the same time:
"What happened last time...I'm sorry..."

"At the Zhuhe meeting..."

As he spoke, he fell silent for a moment, and the rosary beads in his hand stopped.

At the last column meeting.

In fact, on Tanjuro's body, he faintly saw his own figure.

I used to be extremely thin.

Those children, also because of their own thinness, chose to run away instead of hiding behind themselves when they encountered ghosts.

pat.

He flicked the rosary in his hand.

He also didn't choose to trust Tanjuro when he was at the Zhuhe meeting.

"It's okay." Tanjuro took a step forward, he walked into the guest room, put his hand on the door, and looked back at the Isle of Sorrow standing there:

"I probably understand your thoughts. If it were me, I would do the same."

Beimingyu Xingming was slightly stunned, he looked up at Tanjuro's back, two lines of tears never stopped flowing:
"...Namo."

He lowered his head slightly, raised the rosary in his hand, and pressed it against his forehead:
"Amitabha…"

Hearing the sound of Sutra chanting from Beimingyu, Tanjuro turned his head and opened the door of the guest room.

Creak——!
inside the house.

boom!
Somewhat flustered, the red-haired figure hastily put down the jug in his hand, and subconsciously glanced back at the door of the guest room.

In the bright room, a table is placed horizontally in the middle of the room.

Under the light, the extremely bright-haired Purgatory Makijuro looked at the door in surprise. He was holding a pot in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were glistening.

Zaomen Tanjuro, Beimingyu Xingming, and Purgatory Makijuro looked at each other.

half an hour.

"...I'm drinking tea." Maki Juro looked at the three of them in a daze, he raised the pot in his hand, and suddenly said such a sentence.

Tanjuro didn't speak, he walked into the room silently and sat in the corner.

Beimingyu Xingming followed closely behind, closed the door and said "Nan Wu" silently.

Tanjuro is quiet by nature.

Beiming Island recited scriptures silently.

Makijuro felt a little guilty for his previous decadence, holding the neck of the teapot in silence.

a time.

The atmosphere in the room is a little stiff.

……

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at the same time.

Forging knife village is not far away.

In the dark forest.

The moonlight shines through the gaps between the leaves and falls on the ground, faintly shining.

Gululu.

A white porcelain pot suddenly appeared on the ground and shook slightly.

The voice of talking to himself echoed in the pot.

"What's the matter with the half-day dog...?" Yuhu's high-pitched voice sounded very strange in the dark forest:

"Why aren't you here yet...?!"

As he said that, the pitch-black pot at the entrance of the cave bounced on the ground twice as if resentful.

But soon, he calmed down.

"Well... that's exactly what I want..."

creak...

With a pair of immature and pale hands protruding from the mouth of the pot, the jade pot came out of the pot in a strange posture.

He straightened his body, and the bright yellow pupils at the mouth reflected the brightly lit town not far away.

"A mere stronghold of human beings, I alone is enough..."

Yuhu's tone became more and more agitated, and he shook his body sickly:

"After all, I am winding!"

next moment.

Swish!
Together with the pot, the jade pot disappeared into the forest.

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in the room.

Purgatory Makijuro sat in front of the table, he took out his former Japanese sword, the unsheathed blade reflected his thick eyebrows.

The blade, which should have been sharp, has now become pitted.

At this time.

Boom!

On the ceiling, there was a crisp knocking sound suddenly.

It seems to be - the collision of porcelain and tiles.

in the room.

Beimingyu, Makijuro, and Tanjuro quickly looked at each other.

(End of this chapter)