Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 77 – The Only Lang's Meditation

After listening to Ichiro's description.

Beimingyu Xingming grasped the chain of the sun-wheel hammer again, with a serious expression on his face, he stood up, and his breath suddenly became heavy.

Bang!
The heavy meteor hammer fell to the ground, shaking up a layer of dust.

A muscular shadow enveloped Ichiro who was sitting on the ground.

"In the…"

Ichiro was taken aback for a moment, then he raised his head in a daze, with cold sweat streaming down his face, and looked at the people approaching.

--Oops.

——I said the wrong thing.

He quickly realized what a misleading thing he had just said.

Look at the weapons already held in everyone's hands, and the expressions on their faces.

——That six-eyed uncle is really not human.

My original feeling was right.

but……

Ichiro thought back on the past few weeks of getting along with each other, except that the other party spoke slowly, looked strange, had an old-fashioned personality, and had strict training...

Quite a nice guy actually!

He also saved his mother, so...

Even if it is a ghost, it should be a good ghost...

Ichiro looked at the members of the Demon Slayer Squad in front of him, nervous sweat dripped from his forehead, and he unconsciously grasped the hem of his clothes.

After thinking about it carefully through the explanation of Beimingyu just now, Ichiro realized belatedly, this ghost killing team...

Probably——I don’t care about good or bad ghosts...

He closed his eyes slightly, apologizing for Ji Guoyan Sheng in his heart.

I can only find a way to prevaricate and go back!

Ichiro opened his eyes firmly, he is a child anyway!And just said two short conditions!

As long as you say that you are making nonsense, you should be able to fool it!

Tanjuro was the closest, he was thinking with his head down, and he was watching Ichiro quietly.

Six eyes, with words.

It's Black Death Mou.

Tanjuro's eyes moved to the knife on Ichiro's waist. The cloth strip on the handle of the knife was obviously soaked in sweat and then dried out.

The three woodcutters have all practiced swordsmanship.

In the original, nothing like this happened.

He met Hei Si Mou from a long distance away in the forest before the sun rose.

Now it seems--

Tanjuro raised his head and looked at Ichiro who was visibly tensed.

Although Ichiro is very rational, he is still a ten-year-old child, and he can get flustered at times.

——Is Hei Si Mou teaching them swordsmanship?
After much deliberation, it seems that there is only this seemingly improbable thing that can connect everything together.

But...why would he do this...?
In my mind, I suddenly remembered the time when the sky was just getting bright.

In the forest, Hei Si Mou made a strange movement of closing his upper and lower pairs of eyes.

"Is it tricky?"

Purgatory Makijuro leaned over, looked down at the broken knife in his hand, and asked Beimingyu who stood up.

Beimingyu Xingming turned his head to Makijuro unexpectedly, his pale eyes seemed to reveal a hint of surprise:
"...Mr. Makijuro, it was described in Kyojuro's mission report last time..."

"The appearance of the first string."

"It's roughly the same as what this child said."

When Makijuro heard this, he was slightly taken aback.

—He hadn't paid attention to these things for a long time.

Beimingyu Xingming turned his head, holding the chain in both hands, tears flowing quietly.

But... children's words cannot be trusted.

Look.

He raised his head, his ears twitched slightly, feeling the movement of Ichiro's gaze, and the sudden change of mood.

This child has already begun to waver...

"Actually, that..."

Ichiro was just thinking about how to speak nonsense back home, when he was recovering his emotions and preparing to explain:
"Pfft!" Muichiro slapped his face suddenly.

"Wait, wait, no!"

Muichiro suddenly pushed away the talking brother from the side, seemed to be frightened, waved his hands in a panic and explained:

"Although Uncle Jiguo does have six eyes!"

"But!" Muichiro clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and shouted.

He panted in panic, opened his eyes, and looked at the sad Mingyu Xingming who was holding the chain again, his eyes were in a trance, sweating from anxiety:

"Now, there are no words in his eyes!"

"Uncle Jiguo is also very kind. He cured my mother's fever. He is also very good at swordsmanship. Sometimes he would chat with us...!"

"So, he can't be a ghost!"

Muichiro closed his eyes and said a lot of words in one breath.

! !
Ichiro's eyes widened suddenly, he put his face against his brother's hand, and turned to look at him.

--idiot!
——This time is completely bad!
Muichiro's words are equivalent to directly telling everyone in the Demon Slayer Squad that there is indeed a six-eyed guy in my family.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he quickly raised his hand, patted Muichiro's hand off, smiled with difficulty, turned his head and tried to explain something:
"Ah! We haven't slept for too long, and now we're talking nonsense..."

Ichiro blinked vigorously, thinking quickly about countermeasures in his mind.

"Mr. Jiguo you said."

Tanjuro interrupted his explanation, looked at Muichiro: "What's your full name?"

"Jiguni... Iwakatsu." Muichiro looked at Tanjuro strangely, but he still replied very sincerely.

The latter nodded slightly:
"That's it."

Tanjuro stood up slowly, stretched out his hand to pat the dust on the hakama, and slowly looked at the extremely anxious Ichiro:
"I probably understand."

The words in Hei Si Mou's eyes had disappeared.

This made Tanjuro connect many things in his mind at once.

Saying that, Tanjuro looked at his father Tokito Yuichiro who kept smiling all the time and said nothing:
"Can we go to Guiju to rest for a while?"

! !
When Ichiro heard this, his little face turned pale with fright, and he stood up immediately, and he immediately said:
"Do not…"

"sure."

Yuichiro smiled, he spoke softly, and interrupted his son with his hand, he comforted the already agitated Ichiro:
"There is no place to rest around here. Everyone has worked hard all night, so it's perfectly fine to come to the humble house to rest."

"nothing."

Yuichiro patted Ichiro on the back lightly, and looked at everyone with a smile.

"Father..." Ichiro turned his head in disbelief: "What are you talking about..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Wei Weilang stopped him with a "believe me" look in his eyes.

——I can't believe it at all!

Ichiro's frozen expression gradually became messy.

……

……

After bidding farewell to Tie Qiao and Xiao Tie, they followed Shi Tou's family and left Forging Dao Village.

On the road.

Wei Weilang walked in the front, and he would turn around to say a few words to the three people behind him from time to time.

——Even though Beimingyu and Makijuro looked wary and held their own Japanese swords tightly.

"By the way, Mr. Zaomen." Wei Weilang said, with a puzzled expression on his face, he asked very naturally:

"Before, the ogre you mentioned..."

"Is it true that you can live for a long time, and even live forever?"

After finishing speaking, he also made a haha ​​and explained:

"Of course, I don't want to live forever, I'm just curious."

"It's true." Tanjuro replied bluntly.

"Ah, that's it."

Wei Weilang nodded, he turned his head and said nothing more.

In his heart, a thought that surprised him slowly emerged.

(End of this chapter)