Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 63 – The Ugly Pot

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On the ruins of a broken roof.

Purgatory Makijuro raised the Japanese sword in his hand, he looked at the other two, and explained:

"Sorrowful Islet, Stove Gate."

"Now I'm the only one holding the Sun Wheel Knife."

His eyes looked at the wedge ball in Tanjuro's hand, and Beimingyu's hand holding only the Buddhist beads.

The sun wheel knife of Beimingyu Xingming is a broad ax and a meteor hammer connected by a long chain, and its forging process is extremely complicated.

Therefore, the village chief who is the most skilled in the knife forging village usually forges the knife himself.

This time, Beiming Yu Xingming came here in person to retrieve the forged Sun Wheel Knife.

"so."

Purgatory Makijuro said hoarsely, he patted the dust on the gradient uniform, and watched the direction of Yuhu's escape:
"I'll go after it first, you guys have the Sun Wheel Knife, and I'll follow up later."

Beiming Yu Xingming clasped his hands together, he clenched the heavy Buddhist beads tightly, and shed tears:

"Mr. Makijuro's words are very true."

In his tone, there was no surprise that Makijuro had started hunting ghosts again.

Standing in the dust, Tanjuro looked sideways at Makijuro.

His eyes slowly moved to the sun-knife with holes in his hand.

——This knife...can't last long.

When he was about to reject Makijuro's proposal, he suddenly looked in another direction, his brows furrowed slightly.

Swish!
In the field of vision, a black figure flashed in the corner.

Reminiscent of the appearance of the jade pot before, the figure of the second ghost gradually emerged in Tanjuro's mind.

Snapped!
Tanjuro patted Makijuro on the shoulder, with a serious and sincere tone:

"We'll catch up soon."

Makijuro heard the words, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he heard the meaning of Tanjuro's sentence:
"...I'm not that weak."

After speaking, he sighed lightly, and then jumped down from the second floor.

pat.

Turning around, carrying the Hirinkana whose blade was missing, Purgatory Makijuro frowned, and looked down the street into the distance.

"whispering sound."

Seeing this, Purgatory Makijuro's face darkened slightly, and he clicked his tongue, the vicissitudes after the decadence made him a little more hostile:
"...provocative?"

The direction Makijuro looked at.

on the street.

——The neatly arranged porcelain pots are stored one hundred meters apart.

Like an arrow pointing the direction of Yuhu's escape.

……

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Sentinel.

"Dang Bang! Bang Bang! Bang Bang!"

The man wearing the fire man's mask looked anxious, and he vigorously shook the big bell on the sentry box used for communication, and the dull echo quickly spread to the entire village.

He took out a cone-shaped loudspeaker, stood in a high sentry box, and shouted into the street:

"A ghost attacked the village——!"

"Everyone--!!"

……

Not long after Makijuro left alone.

On the ruins of the roof.

Listening to the sound of moving in the ruins.

Tanjuro and Beimingyu stood where they were and did not move.

At this time.

"Mr. Beimingyu." Tanjuro said suddenly, and shouted at the tall Beimingyu beside him.

"Yeah." Beiming Yu Xingming flicked the Buddhist beads in his hand and nodded slightly.

next moment.

Swish!
The movements of the two turned into afterimages, and they immediately attacked the corridor covered by the ruins behind them!

boom! !

Along with the Buddha beads and wedge pills smashed to the same position.

"Alas!!"

An extremely fast black shadow rushed out from the location where the ruins were hit. He quickly climbed on the wall of the nearby house, his body hunched.

He staggered and hid behind the wall, poking his head out slightly, his dark red eyes seemed to be staring at this position.

White ferocious horns protrude from both sides of the forehead, and in the middle is an abnormally large tumor full of blood vessels.

The figure was curling up behind the wall, its sharp claws embedded in the wall, trembling, and talking to itself tremblingly:

"...horrible, terribly terrible."

"Three people...the number of pillars...there are three people."

He stretched out his wrinkled fingers, shaking them in front of him tremblingly.

"... Yuhu... The intelligence information you gave is wrong...!"

opposite.

on the ruins.

Tanjuro turned his head, and he looked at Bantengu who was running away very fast.

Slightly squinting his eyes, the corners of his eyes twitched as he looked at the posture bar above Ban Tiangou's head.

[Winding No. [-] · Half-day Dog]

above the name.

There are six red dots arranged closely.

——Half day dog, there are six stages.

what.

So complicated.

Tanjuro sighed slightly inwardly, the wedge ball in his hand was clenched tightly.

……

……

at the same time.

the other side.

In the dark forest.

The father and son, wearing blue moiré blouses, were strolling through the forest.

"Father, brother, why are we here?"

Muichiro held a knife in both hands, he looked around timidly, and quickly asked the two people walking in front of him:
"Obviously I have never been here before." Muichiro's tone contained worry.

Although it is very close to home, they have never been near this area when chopping wood or practicing.

—in strange fields, and at night.

——This is quite dangerous!
Hearing this, Ichiro curled his lips, and the appearance of a certain six-eyed monster appeared in his mind, and he said angrily:

"Who knows!"

"whispering sound!"

Similarly, Ichiro also had a knife pinned to his waist.

Shi Tou Weilang walked in front of the two of them, with his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, listening to the conversation between the two sons, he smiled with shame:

"...Mr. Ji Guo said it."

"What?" Wuichiro raised his head curiously, and looked at his father: "Mr. Jiguo...what did you say?"

"Ah, I'll do this."

Ichiro spoke quickly, before his father, pretending to be deep, cleared his throat:

"Practice...enough..."

"It's time for... actual combat..."

After finishing speaking, Ichiro suddenly coughed twice, as if the deep voice was too forced for him:
"In short, now it's some inexplicable actual combat."

Wuichiro half-understood what he heard, and he nodded in a daze.

Actual combat?

He looked down at his palms covered with friction marks.

……

The father and son walked for a while in the forest.

At this time.

"Brother! Dad! Look!"

Muichiro suddenly raised his hand, stretched his finger forward, and shouted in surprise at a clearing behind the bushes:
"There's a pot over there!"

Ichiro heard the words, and looked in the direction of Muichiro's finger.

It was a clearing surrounded by trees and shrubs.

In the middle of the open space, there is a porcelain pot that reflects the moonlight on the edge.

It's just - the jug seems slightly asymmetrical.

After seeing the jug that suddenly appeared in the open space, Ichiro's expression became a bit disgusted, and he frowned slightly.

"...What an ugly pot."

Almost at the moment when the end of Ichiro's words just fell.

Boom!Boom!
The pot on the flat ground began to shake violently.

　Thanks to the book friend Qin Zhiqi, and the book friend Mr. Wuliu for the reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)