Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 75 – The Fate
on the street.

The "hidden" team members in black uniforms are hurriedly shuttling between the ruins and the buildings.

They had to move Forge Knife Village to a new village before dark.

Tie Qiao walked in front of them.

He is leading several people to a temporary residence for rest.

Those who fought all night must have a good rest——Tie Qiao thought so.

"It's from the ancestors, so that's it." Tie Qiao nodded with an expression of sudden realization, and then said the same:

"My family's pair is also an ancestral one."

Saying that, he took a closer look at Tanjuro's appearance.

——It's really like it.

Tie Qiao looked at the spots on Tanjuro's forehead and the dark red feathers, thinking to himself.

If it wasn't for the different surnames, he would have almost suspected——

——Is Zaomen Tanjuro in front of you the descendant of the prototype swordsman from the Warring States Period?

Purgatory Makijuro took a look at Tanjuro, he held the Japanese sword with only a small blade left in his hand, and moved his eyes to Tieqiao.

"Ah, by the way, Mr. Yanzhu." Tie Qiao sensed Makijuro's gaze, he turned his head to look at Makijuro, and his eyes moved to the broken knife in the opponent's hand:
"Your knife forger is still the same one. He should have told you about this."

"Well, I know." Purgatory Makijuro nodded, frowning, looking around the ruins.

Tanjuro remained silent, he sensed his own vitality in his body.

Killed two upper strings at once.

The harvested battle memory and the power of regeneration have improved his physique to the point where he can still maintain a certain level of combat power without relying on the power of burning regeneration.

Sure enough, I still have to find the winding chop.

——This time the knife forging village came to the right place.

Just as he was thinking like this, he walked beside the crowd all the way.

Sudden.

"father!"

A childish voice with a crying voice came from the front.

almost the same time.

Swish!
Purgatory Makijuro, Kamado Tanjuro, and Shitou Yuichiro raised their eyes quickly and focused on the front.

In front.

Da da da!
"Woooo...! It's not good!"

Wearing a small fire man mask, wearing a red blouse, the boy who also wrote the word "fire man" on the back was crying loudly, running towards this side with short legs:

"Dad! Are you okay!!"

Just when the boy was crying and running over.

He suddenly saw Tanjuro looking at him among the crowd.

"…Eh?"

The boy stopped in surprise, forgot to cry for a while, and stood there in disbelief.

Just when everyone was wondering.

"Little Iron!"

Tie Qiao suddenly squatted down and hugged the boy who ran over:

"it's okay no problem."

Tie Qiao hugged Xiao Tie with a smile, he raised his hand, and said very proudly: "The village chief has said that in the near future, I will be the next village chief of Forging Knife Village."

"How could something happen to me, right?"

Xiao Tie was lifted up by his father, he reacted, sobbed again, tears flowed from the round eyes of the fire man's mask, and nodded vigorously:
"…Uh-huh!"

"Okay, okay, don't cry so easily, mom will be sad when she sees it."

"Well!"

Hearing the word 'mother', Xiao Tie's sobbing suddenly stopped.

—By the way, Tie Qiao's wife is a member of the Ghost Killing Squad.

At the same time, Tie Qiao is also his wife's knife forge.

At this time.

After Xiao Tie held back his sobs, he wiped the tears on the mask with his hands, and said to Tie Qiao in a crying voice:
"But, Dad."

As he spoke, Xiaotie secretly glanced at Tanjuro.

Then went on to say:

"Man, the doll was damaged because of the sudden wind last night." He said in a depressed tone, wiping tears from his two little hands:
"I...don't know what to do..."

After hearing this statement.

The few people standing behind the father and son, watching quietly, witnessed it with their own eyes.

"…Ha ha?"

creak-

Tie Qiao changed from cheerful to gradually petrified and crumbled.

"Dad? Dad! Are you okay!!"

……

……

Shortly after.

In front of Tieqiao's house.

"Sorry, everyone, I let you follow me after a tiring night."

Everyone stood here, watching Tie Qiao while turning around and shouting, while carefully turning over from the ruins.

Tieqiao's home is already in ruins.

"call……"

He found a lying one-person-high box in the ruins, and after fumbling for a small key, he began to debug it in the box.

click!

Following a few soft sounds, a human-like arm could be faintly seen popping out of the box.

After a period of careful rummaging.

Tie Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, and he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

After comforting Xiao Tie for a while, Tie Qiao turned around and smiled embarrassedly:
"You guys are laughing."

He closed the box, and then stood it up with no effort.

creak...

Reaching out and pulling, the door of the box opened immediately.

After seeing the contents of the box clearly.

"Oh! It looks like that uncle..."

Muichiro called out, pointed at the box, blinked his eyes, and looked at Tanjuro.

After finding that Tanjuro didn't respond, Muichiro hesitated for a while, patted his head, and stopped talking.

He lowered his head, his face flushed slightly.

"Six hands..." Ichiro looked at the box in distaste, frowning - he is now particularly sensitive to the number "six".

No.

The point is—why do we follow these people...

He frowned tightly, and looked sideways at the smiling father beside him.

"It's really interesting." Wei Lang was clapping his hands, with a very interested expression, talking to himself with a smile.

?

Ichiro's expression gradually twisted.

The only people who were calm seemed to be Makijuro and Tanjuro himself.

"Haha, I was quite surprised when I first saw it."

Tie Qiao supported the box with one hand, he touched Xiao Tie's head beside him with a smile, and said with the tone of the rest of his life:

"It's just that the paint on the face is broken, and the internal structure is not damaged."

"Lucky in misfortune." He tilted his head slightly and looked into the box.

inside the box.

With a dark red high ponytail tied, a red feather weaving, a long black hakama, six arms with obvious joints hanging down, and a "person" wearing flower earrings on the earlobe, standing in the box.

The stacked armor with strong Warring States characteristics is covering his shoulders.

The only fly in the ointment, perhaps, is the broken left half of the face, where red spots can be faintly seen spreading on the unbroken part.

Beside him, six well-maintained knives were neatly arranged.

Everyone's eyes moved back and forth between the doll and Tanjurou.

——At first glance, it looks like two Tanjurou standing here.

"This is a fighting action figure that has been passed down from generation to generation in my family."

Tie Qiao looked proudly at the people in front of him. He leaned on the box with his elbows and stood with one foot:

"The prototype is a swordsman from the Warring States period."

"That swordsman's name is Ji Guo Yuan Yi."

"So, my ancestors named this puppet—"

"Fate one zero type."

　Chapter 2 is not finished, will come later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)