Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 101 - The Belated Final Selection
……

for a long time.

Until the setting sun sets, the surroundings gradually become dark.

The lights of the Butterfly House were turned on, and the warm and bright yellow light penetrated through the frosted glass, and softly fell on Shanyi's back, illuminating his dazed side face.

Shan Yi still stood straight, looking at the dark road with no light outside the gate.

Sudden.

His ears twitched slightly.

step, step...

"...!" Shanyi's dull eyes moved, and he saw a figure staggering towards this side on the dark road in the distance.

The heart that had been silent suddenly beat.

Is that brother?

His eyes were a little blurry, making him unable to see clearly the figures on the road.

But he felt that it must be the person he thought of...

Just when the tip of his nose was sore and he was about to run over there crying.

tread.

The person who came came staggered, leaning on a cane, and walked to the position where his face was barely illuminated by the light of the butterfly house.

The gray hair protruded from the darkness and was exposed in the light. The tired old man was leaning on a cane, looking at Shanyi who was walking towards this side with lost eyes.

Shanyi's forward steps stagnated, he looked at Ci Wulang whose eyelids drooped due to aging,
"...Master." He called in a daze.

Both of them were exhausted, one in front of the other, standing on the dark road under the faint light.

The two people, one old and one young, looked at each other and were silent for a long time.

At last.

Shanyi, whose eye sockets were already rosy, couldn't hold back the pain in his heart anymore, he clenched his fists tightly, and tears welled up from his eye sockets.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Closing her eyes, my wife Shanyi ran towards Ci Wulang, hugged her master, half knelt on the ground, raised her head, and burst into tears.

Boom!The crutch in his hand was thrown away.

The two embraced and wept.

……

……

at the same time.

Rattan hits the mountain.

An Yin in a black uniform was holding a cylindrical electric lamp in his hand, patrolling the path in the wisteria forest.

"It's over again... How many people have died in the mouth of Fuji Shishan this time..."

Yin's eyes were tired, and he looked around:

"Poor boy, everyone is risking their lives fighting ghosts..."

His tone seemed a bit self-deprecating:

"Only me, at such an old age, can only timidly do logistics..."

The light flickered with his footsteps, flickering and flickering.

He is the secret of the daily inspection of the vines attacking the mountain.

At this time.

Swish!
A swift black shadow flashed past him, and a breeze blew up the black cloth he used to cover his face.

"...What!" Yin was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned his head back in astonishment, turned his head and looked around, his face turned pale with surprise:

"what?"

The electric light in his hand shines in the direction of the wind, but there is nothing there.

grunt.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked around, and retreated unconsciously.

isn't it...

After looking around in horror, she was in a cold sweat from being frightened, and waited for a long time.

He was relieved to find that nothing seemed to happen.

Turning his head, he spread his legs and began to run down the mountain quickly.

Even his own inspection work has become just a casual glance, and then he leaves quickly.

Sudden.

tread.

Yin's footsteps paused, and the electric light in his hand swayed slightly due to the sudden stop of progress.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Standing where he was, he thought for a moment.

——Am I... running away?
His palms were sweating, and his breathing became short of breath.

The pupils trembled slightly.

In my mind, the screams I heard in the past seven days kept ringing.

After being silent for a while, he casually tore off the branch of wisteria beside him and stuffed it behind his bosom.

Turning his head, he clenched the lantern in his hand, and walked up the mountain with a resolute expression.

……

On the mountain.

There are no areas covered by wisteria flowers.

pat.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka, who was expressionless, stopped, bowed slightly to relieve his strength, and the haori on his body was raised due to the sudden stop.

He had already run around the edge of the wisteria flower forest on Fujishishan Mountain for a week, and gradually narrowed his search range upwards.

Finally at this moment, I found my goal.

After clenching the Sun Wheel Knife at his waist, he raised his deep eyes and stared at the unfamiliar Teng Shishan in front of him.

That's right.

The shadow that passed through the invisible side just now was him.

In the daytime.

When Aoi Kanzaki told about a ghost that ate more than fifty people in Fujishiyama, Tomioka Yoshiyuki noticed something was wrong.

He lowered his eyes slightly, memories flooding.

six years ago.

That was the period when I participated in the final selection.

That year, on the first day of the selection, I was seriously injured by a ghost and fell into a coma, and was taken care of by other swordsmen. I didn't wake up leisurely until seven days later, when the selection was over.

That year, in order to save the rest of the team members from dying in the selection, the swordsman named Sato almost wiped out all the ghosts that attacked the mountain by himself.

That year, none of the swordsmen who participated in the selection died.

——Except Sabito.

rustle…

Tomioka Yoshiyuki stepped on the soft soil, straightened his waist, and walked straight ahead.

For six years, he has been thinking so.

Not a single ghost was defeated, but he who was saved did not pass the final selection at all.

He like this is naturally not worthy of being a swordsman, let alone being called "Pillar".

Really should be the column.

It's Satoshi.

——It was his best friend who died in the final selection for unknown reasons six years ago!

just now.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka raised his head, looking forward with dark blue eyes like a quiet lake, the calm water reflected a huge green figure in the distance.

He knows why.

click.

The blade is blue, and the sharp blade engraved with "Evil Demon Slayer" is quickly unsheathed, reflecting Tomioka Yoshiyuki's rarely expressive face.

"Hiss—!!" White steam suddenly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his brows furrowed forcefully, and his calm lake-like pupils became turbulent.

The corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and his black hair was lowered, covering his gloomy expression.

He stepped back slightly.

"Water Breathing."

"Pick up the shape."

Whoa-!
Like the sound of layers of waves, it rolled up from the blade and turned into a sudden wave of water.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki had firm eyes, and white mist filled the corners of his mouth:
——"Life and life flow."

……

……

distance.

Narrow Mist.

In front of an open space.

Fog filled the surroundings, and a huge round stone tied with a thick shimenawa rope was sitting here.

Thirteen looming human figures, surrounded by stones, slowly walked out of the mist.

On their faces or on their bodies, they all carried the disaster relief masks carved by Zuo Jintaki last time.

among them.

There was a long and narrow scar on the right side of the mask on his face, and the boy with flesh-colored long hair was sitting on top of a round boulder.

The 13 people all stared in a certain direction and stood still.

for a long time.

"...became stronger." Satoshi stretched out his hand, his long flesh-colored hair fluttered slightly, and he took off the mask, revealing his silver eyes. He looked directly at that direction and murmured.

Smile:

"Courageous."

　After re-reading the manga, I found that Sato and Mako are not from the same class...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)