Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 72 – Hesitating and Losing

……

At the moment when the ending sound of the Isle of Sorrows fell.

"Roar!!" The cowardly ghost in front of him suddenly grew in size, quickly changing from the size of a mouse to the height of two people!

The words in Coward's tongue gradually distorted, turning into the word "hate", and his body swelled accordingly.

A huge shadow enveloped Tanjuro at once, and the hater quickly turned around, his mouth opened angrily, with his fangs sticking out:

"Don't bully...!" he roared angrily.

Because Tanjuro's knife got stuck on the hated ghost's neck.

So, when Hattori turned around and faced Tanjuro face to face.

The distance between the two is very close.

For an instant.

Hate Gui's red eyes reflected the slightly shaking flower earrings on his earlobe.

Whether it was anger or cola, he had never been so close to Tanjuro before.

just now.

"...the weak." Hate Ghost's ferocious and resentful words froze for a moment, and his strong tone suddenly swallowed into his stomach.

Tanjuro's image was immediately engraved in his eyes.

rustle…

The image engraved in the blood, with fuzzy black noise, reappeared in my mind.

An inexplicable sense of fear and suffocation welled up in Hate Ghost's heart.

It was a man wearing a maroon haori.

Stand there quietly.

what... what is this...

Hengui looked at Tanjuro, the picture in his mind was lingering, and his huge body trembled slightly.

A momentary trance is fatal in battle.

Tanjuro raised his head, he didn't pay attention to Hatori's sudden ecstasy, but calmly took off the wedge ball that was stuck on Hatki's neck.

click!
After becoming a hate ghost, the original coward still exists.

It's just that it's hiding in the heart of the ghost.

"...so familiar." Tanjuro took off the red wedge ball, and aimed the blade at the heart of the dazed hate ghost.

There, at this moment, there is a bright red ninja killing point.

At this moment, Hate Gui finally came to his senses, and his tone was not as angry as before, but a little hasty:

"wait wait wait!"

But Tanjuro didn't hesitate.

The red wedge ball tilted slightly, pressed against the hate ghost's chest, and stabbed upwards forcefully!
puff!

The dark red blood flowed down the blade of Qiewan, but was evaporated into blood mist by the high temperature blade halfway.

He skillfully pierced the wedge ball into his "human" heart again.

Tanjuro, who had a transparent vision, just passed the blade straight through the neck of the main body hidden in the heart of the hate ghost.

"Puff cough ho wah!" From the mouth of the hate ghost, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Immediately.

wow——

Bits of ashes drifted in front of him.

"No...no cough cough..."

Hengui knelt down powerlessly, grabbed Tanjuro with his hands, and seemed to be muttering something in his mouth coughing up blood.

Tanjuro lowered Kagemaru's blade, and watched as the hater slowly collapsed to the ground, gradually turning into ashes.

"If you hesitate, you will lose."

His tone was flat—as someone had said to him several times before.

……

At this time.

rustle…

In the forest beside him, there was the whirling sound of rubbing.

"Ah! Sure enough, it's here!"

A child's exclamation came from there.

Tanjuro looked back slightly.

When he was young, Tokumuichiro was walking towards this side from the forest, pulling his father and elder brother with him, smiling happily.

Muichiro let go of his father's hand, and waved at Tanjuro:

"Hello--!"

"Uncle, are you also here for actual combat?"

"...?"

Tanjuro, with the blade hanging down, stared blankly at Shitou's family coming from the forest.

Tanjuro blinked his eyes, and refocused his trance vision several times before he was sure he wasn't hallucinating.

——Tokito no Ichiro?
He looked at Tokito Muichiro who was wearing the Kasumi pattern in surprise.

Muichiro...appeared in Forging Sword Village.

His eyes moved slowly to Muichiro's side, Weiyilang with dark red hair and braids, bowing his head and smiling.

Tanjuro was stunned for a while before he realized that this was his father who only lived in Muichiro's memories.

Ever since he noticed that both Bantiangou and Yuhu's winding digits had advanced, and the time when Forge Knife Village was attacked had also been brought forward.

He knew that the original plot had already been messed up by him.

but--

Tanjuro's eyes moved to the sword on Muichiro's waist.

—Has it become like this?
He was shocked.

At this time.

Tanjuro noticed Makijurou, who was resting with his arms folded, leaning against a nearby tree.

The two looked at each other, and the latter nodded to Tanjuro.

Snapped!
"idiot!"

Ichiro on the side was startled when he heard what Muichiro said, and slapped his brother speechlessly:

"We must be the only ones who come to actual combat!"

He frowned and said, and secretly glanced at Tanjuro vigilantly: "What nonsense are you talking about with others!"

"It hurts so much! Brother!" Muichiro covered his head being slapped, and he shouted at Ichiro with a face of reluctance:

"Don't keep hitting me on the head, you'll become stupid!"

see.

"...?"

Ichiro clicked his tongue, and his expression gradually became silent.

With his mouth pursed, he took a deep look at Muichiro.

So did my father, and so did Muichiro.

They were all strangers I met on the road, so why did they follow me unsuspectingly.

and also!

Ichiro frowned slightly, recalling the Yuhu and Bantengou he saw just now, his heart trembled for a while.

——These things are obviously wrong!
Why can you deal with it so calmly!

Ichiro slowly turned his head away without saying a word.

Muichiro held his head and looked at his brother strangely, but soon recalled what he wanted to do.

He froze for a moment, then hurriedly looked at Tanjuro:

"Ah, yes, uncle!"

Muichiro put down his hand covering his head, as if he wasn't the one who was beaten just now:
"Just now! That!" His eyes were full of joy, and he couldn't stop making gestures with his hands:

"Swish, slap, how did you manage to hit that loach's swordsmanship!"

Muichiro took a deep breath, clenched his fists, raised them slightly, his eyes were full of longing:
"Amazing!"

There was still a word in his heart that he didn't say.

Although the six-eyed uncle's swordsmanship is also very powerful, but his appearance is a bit too scary!

Tanjuro stared at Muichiro, but didn't speak - the other person's particularly cheerful and lively personality really surprised him a bit.

but.

He looked at Ichiro's smiling father, and Ichiro beside him who folded his arms and bowed his head.

With his family around, maybe he should have this personality.

After the surprise.

Swish!Swish!
Tanjuro looked around quickly, his brows were slightly frowned, and a chill came to his heart from behind.

how--

——Something feels wrong.

After Muichiro finished speaking, Tanjuro felt a strange sense of crisis like a thorn in his back.

At this time.

"Haha." Shitou Weirou touched the heads of the two sons, raised his head and smiled at Tanjurou twice, a little embarrassed:
"That... sorry, the two children are more playful."

He smiled, his tone was very calm, and his eyes narrowed:

"It's the first time we met, my name is Shitou Yuichiro."

"We are in... actual combat."

Wei Weilang explained, pointing to the ashes that the dog turned into, he asked:
"Sir, do you know where there are other trees like this? I have cut them down, but my two sons still need to try."

Tanjuro stared blankly at Yuichiro.

——?
(End of this chapter)