Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 64 - That's why I hate geniuses

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"It's moving!" Muichiro looked in surprise at the porcelain pot shaking like anger.

At this time.

Boom!
The porcelain pot suddenly stopped shaking.

"...What are you talking about?! Damn kid...!!"

pat...

There was a greasy crackling sound in the pot.

The jade pot stretched out a small hand from the mouth of the pot, slowly drilled out, with the moonlight on its back high, its body straight like an aquatic creature.

Creamy mucus dripped down the pale body, wrapping his body, reflecting the moonlight smoothly.

Ben's funny face became distorted due to anger, and the small spliced ​​hands on his body were clenched tightly, and he stared behind the bushes with a splitting stare:

"…what?"

"The pot I made...ugly?!"

Yuhu said these words almost through gritted teeth, veins protruding from his tightly clenched hands, and the eyes growing in his mouth were bloodshot continuously due to rage.

He suddenly stretched out his finger, pointing forcefully at Shi Tou's family behind the bushes:
"You bastard! That's your eye problem!!"

"My lord Yuhu's pot is art! A mortal without a brain!!"

Yuhu glared angrily at Tokito Ichiro behind the bushes, his hands trembling in anger.

He didn't pay attention to the few people approaching, just quietly waiting for the three pillars in the knife forging village to take the bait.

The Shitou family who approached, in his opinion, were just ordinary human beings.

Besides, there are two little ghosts who look like ten years old.

No threat.

But he didn't expect that what the brat said was so irritating!
Simply unforgivable!
—… Let’s make it into a pot.

Yuhu's eyes squeezed together hard, thinking so in his heart.

After the bushes.

tread.

"what…?"

Ichiro frowned and stared at the jade pot that came out of the pot. He opened his mouth slightly, took half a step back, and unconsciously put his hand on the handle of the knife:

"This, what is this..."

—Stranger than that six-eyed uncle!
——Is this really a normal creature in the world? !
——Still talking!
With an unbelievable look, he quickly pulled his dazed brother back:

"Muichiro! Get away from that thing!"

"Ah, good!" Hearing this, Wuichiro glanced at the enraged jade pot in panic, and quickly took small steps to hide behind Ichiro.

Muichiro hesitated for a while, holding the knife, poked his head out from behind his brother, and said timidly:

"Brother, that thing is wriggling..."

As he spoke, he pursed his lips, retracted, and read softly:
"…Disgusting."

This sound was like the last straw that crushed the jade pot.

"what?!"

The corners of Yuhu's mouth drooped, and blue veins protruded on his face. He stretched out a hand, and condensed his flesh and blood into a pure white pot:
"...Stinky brat!!"

He raised the pot in his hand and threw it in the direction of the father and son:

"go to hell!"

near the bushes.

click!

Shi Tou Weiyilang held the handle of the knife, breathing slightly deeply.

He has been silent, observing the appearance of the jade pot—whether it corresponds to someone described by Ji Guoyan Sheng.

Only Lang didn't want to wield his blade at others, but Ji Guoyansheng changed his mind with just one sentence.

——'The object is not a person, but a tree that can move. '

Because the tree that can move is very novel, Yuichirou immediately set off with a knife.

but…

Mr. Ji Guo...

Shi Touweilang's dark red eyes reflected the strange appearance of Yuhu, and he blushed slightly.

It's not... a tree...

Just when Wei Weilang was about to pull out the knife from his waist.

He looked sideways slightly, looking in the direction behind Yuhu.

Tatata! !

From the other side of the forest came the sound of hurried footsteps and the whirling of leaves.

Accompanied by a strong exhalation.

"hiss--!"

Purgatory Makijuro's legs were tense, he sprinted quickly in the forest, his orange-red eyes reflected the tall figure of Yuhu.

—Catch up!

[Breath of Flame·One Type·Shiranui]!
He turned the hand holding the handle of the knife slightly, and the extremely dazzling flames spewed out from the blade!

Almost instantly!

The crimson hair that was burning under the moonlight sprinted behind the jade pot!
Purgatory Makijuro hurriedly stopped behind the jade pot, stepped on his footsteps, his hair was shaking, and he sank slightly, holding the Japanese sword in his hand horizontally.

His eyes are firm, and the blade is wrapped in red flames!Slam upwards and slant!
"Shh!"

An extremely sharp knife light quickly slashed across the pot in Yuhu's hand, and went straight to his neck!

Bang!

As the slash passed through the air without hindrance, the sound of porcelain falling to the ground sounded beside him:

"...It's really dangerous!" Yuhu raised his head slowly, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead as if joking, and waved his hand:
"You almost cut me down!"

As he spoke, he slowly got out of the other pot behind Makijuro.

But the next moment.

In Yuhu's gradually surprised eyes.

A smooth crack suddenly appeared on the new pot in his hand!

Bang—dang!

The porcelain pot slowly slid down, and finally fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and shattered completely!

Yuhu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he covered the sides of his face with his small hands, screaming:
"...my jug—!!!"

Ignored the screaming jade pot.

Purgatory Makijuro turned around quickly, holding the Japanese sword in his hand, the blade was aimed at the jade pot, and blocked in front of Shitou's family.

He turned his head slightly, took advantage of the gap, and looked at Wei Lang behind him:
"It's dangerous here, you guys leave quickly."

"You..." While speaking, Makijuro caught a glimpse of the scabbard at Weiweilang's waist from the corner of his eye.

He looked quickly at the young Muichiro and Ichiro, and also saw the knives on their bodies.

—Is it a soldier?
Makijuro frowned slightly, he took a special look to see if there was brother Ichiro.

——Such a young age...?
In this era when the ban on knives has long been issued, dare to hold a saber, and be located near the forging knife village...

Subconsciously, Makijuro put several people into the category of the Demon Slayer Squad.

Although I haven't seen it, but considering my decadent time, I didn't care about the ghost killing team at all...

After hesitating for a while, Makijuro asked Yuichirou:

"…you."

"What class of swordsman?"

Hearing this, Wei Weilang raised his head slightly, and looked at the figure of Purgatory Makijurou with his back to them.

class…?
Seeing Weiweilang's silence for a while, Makijuro frowned, and quickly asked another question:
"How long have you held the knife?"

"Hold the knife?" Wei Weilang glanced at the knife on his waist, he thought for a while, put his hand on his chin, and tilted his head:

"perhaps…"

"...how many days more than three weeks?"

At the moment when the two talked.

The jade pot standing opposite them slowly came back to his senses, with a gloomy face, a pot was formed from the palm of his hand again!

boom!
"Danger!"

Shi Touweilang watched the movement of the opposite jade pot, his pupils shrank slightly, and he almost subconsciously grasped the handle of the knife at his waist.

next moment.

【Breath of the Moon·Dark Moon·Night Palace】

(End of this chapter)