Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 103 – Timely Secret Learning ([-] in [-])

……

Looking at Yoshiyuki Tomioka with a tired face, Ryodaki remained silent, his closed eyes were slightly moist.

He slowly opened his eyes, and was about to call Yiyong into the room for a detailed talk.

tread.

In a daze, he seemed to see phantom figures emerging from the mist around him.

Saito turned his head sideways, and embraced Tomioka Yoshiyuki and Ryotaki together in his arms.

"Mr. Ryotaki."

"master."

"grandfather."

"It's not your fault."

"Thank you."

Ethereal voices came and went one after another.

After seeing the familiar smiling faces of several children.

Lin Taki was slightly dazed, and the face behind the Tengu mask was a little dazed.

……

for a long time.

After paying homage to the disciples who died in the final selection with Tomioka Yoshiyuki, the two returned to the wooden house one after the other.

On the way back, neither the master nor the apprentice spoke a word.

inside the house.

Lin Taki sat in front of the candle table, picked up a brush, and wrote something under the flickering candlelight.

Behind him was Yoshiyuki Tomioka, who was lying flat on the bunk, sleeping peacefully like six years ago.

He closed his eyes, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

this night.

Yiyong slept peacefully.

……

……

at the same time.

distance.

The forest surrounded a clearing, overgrown with weeds, and the moonlight shone through the cracks in the swaying leaves.

Creak—clang!

A wooden door emitting warm light suddenly appeared in mid-air, and was pulled open abruptly with an ear-piercing sliding sound.

then.

Slap!Pat clap clack!
Things that looked like several eyeballs with tentacles at the bottom kept falling from the wooden door.

Until it piled up into a pitch-black hill, wriggling slightly.

The eyeball-shaped creature twisted its tentacles, barely supported itself, and turned its head violently.

In the middle of the scarlet eyes, the word "四" was impressively written.

After the wooden door disappeared in mid-air, the eyeballs seemed to be stunned for a moment.

Then, they quickly spread out towards the surroundings, got into the surrounding woods or bushes, and left here.

A faint voice sounded from the midair where the wooden door disappeared:
"...You did a good job, Naruto."

……

The next day.

Narrow Mist.

Lin Taki's home.

The sunlight leaked into the room through the crack of the open door, illuminating the eyelids of someone lying sound asleep.

He frowned, and his eyelids trembled a few times.

then.

Swish!
"...!"

The disheveled figure suddenly opened his eyes, and he sat up from the bunk all at once, his dull eyes gradually regaining consciousness.

Sitting on the bunk, Tomioka Yoshiyuki stared straight ahead with his messy clothes.

His eyes, which were originally as quiet as a deep pool, were rarely brightened, and his expression was tense at this moment, with a dignified expression on his face.

Cold sweat slowly rolled down from his forehead.

Oops.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka lowered his head, the sunlight on the bed reminded him of the time.

——He seems to have forgotten something.

On his stern face, the frown could not be stopped.

In my mind, the figure who would smile and poke his own wound with his finger appeared.

The cold sweat on his forehead became more dense.

before.

The light leaking in from the door was suddenly blocked, and the figure stood outside the door, looking towards the door:
"Are you awake, Giyuu?"

Lin Taki was carrying a bundle of firewood, half of the red tengu mask was exposed in the sun, the old voice was not as dull as before:
"Breakfast will be ready soon, let's get up."

heard.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki raised his head and looked towards the direction outside the door.

There seemed to be a struggle inside.

Finally, he sat up.

Instead of going back to Butterfly House, I went to prepare breakfast with the master.

……

Butterfly House.

The thorough training has ended, and several children have returned to the butterfly house again.

The hermits leaned against the wall, sweating profusely, and looked at each other helplessly.

"... so tired."

"Yeah, the wounded who were finally selected came here in one go."

"Others have also been transferred to help rebuild Forging Sword Village..."

"There are only four of us left in the huge butterfly house!"

Shut up.

Several people looked at each other again, and they all sighed helplessly.

At this time.

"...Tanjiro, where is Tanjirou's child?"

A weak, pale man staggered over, leaning on the wall, panting:
"I think we need Tanjirou..."

Seeing the situation, the others looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Tanjiro, he..."

Sudden.

A sharp-eyed Yin caught a glimpse of Aoi Kanzaki who was resting and passing by.

He stretched out his hand and shouted:

"Please wait a moment! This soldier!"

Aoi Kanzaki, who was stopped by the call, was stunned for a moment. She turned her head and looked at the kun who were running towards her.

……

in the courtyard.

A few small figures stood here.

Among them, the young figure who was dancing suddenly felt a little boring.

He lowered his head and looked at the wooden stick in his hand.

Silence for a while.

"Father." Takeo raised his head, he looked at Tanjuro who was standing beside him, adjusting his posture with his hands, with a puzzled tone:

"Why do we keep dancing the Kagura dance?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the other side of the courtyard, where he was shouting at Brother Shi Tou who was practicing swordsmanship:
"They have been practicing that kind of open and close swordsmanship all day long!"

So handsome!

Zhuxiong clenched his raised fists, his eyes were piercing, and he pursed his mouth:

"If this continues, sooner or later they will occupy the entire courtyard!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and blinked at his father with expectant eyes.

I want to learn that kind of swordsmanship too!

A longing voice sounded in Takeo's heart.

Tanjuro smiled helplessly, he could naturally see what was going on in Takeo's mind.

Takeo's menacing appearance failed to attract the attention of Brother Shitou who was pointed at by him, but made Tanjiro laugh at the side.

"Takeo." Tanjiro put down the wooden stick he swung in place of Kagura's dance, walked over, bent down and gently patted the other person's head.

Looking at each other with firm eyes, Tanjiro smiled:

"The kagura dance that we have passed down from generation to generation is the most suitable thing for us to practice."

He knew that his father once told him that the "transparent world" of the teaching pillars in the first seven days was actually discovered by his father when he danced the Kagura dance all night at the beginning of each year.

Thinking about it, Tanjiro raised his head, smiling at his father with his still immature face.

rustle…

Thick palms gently covered Tanjiro's head: "After a long time of practice, you will feel it."

"Takeo." Tanjuro stood up, looked at Takeo who was dazed aside, and explained:

"Carefully memorize the movement and feeling of Kagura dance."

"And." He smiled softly, moved his eyes to Brother Shi Tou who was training not far away, and said in a calm tone:

"God of Fire Kagura."

"It's not just dancing."

"Actually..."

Tanjuro turned his eyes back, and exchanged a glance with the dull Takeo:
"...it is swordplay woven into dance."

heard.

Takexiong, who was still a little sluggish just now, his eyes slowly lit up with a light called excitement. He raised his hands and shouted:

"Really?!"

"The kagura dance passed down in our family is swordsmanship?!"

After seeing Tanjuro nodding his head, Takeo excitedly hugged Tanjiro brother beside him, and then shook him:
"oh oh--!!"

"So handsome!"

Mao, who had just walked out of the Butterfly House and rubbed his sleepy eyes, heard Takeo's shout, and immediately ran over with small steps, with an interested expression on his face:

"What?" Mao came curiously: "What are you talking about?"

Seeing this, Tanjuro raised his head, looked sideways slightly, and glanced at Brother Shitou who was waving a wooden knife not far away.

……

Opposite the Zaomen family.

Swish!
Ichiro had a firm expression on his face, his hands were scratched and he was holding the handle of the wooden knife tightly.

And non-stop, vigorously waving.

beside.

Muichiro was also holding a wooden knife, and he pretended to be waving it, but actually his eyes were narrowed, and he kept looking in Tanjuro's direction.

"Uh...uh...so that's how it is..."

After observing carefully for a period of time, I made sure that I remembered the movements taught by Tanjuro just now.

In a sneaky way, he replaced the sword skill of Moon Breath he was practicing with the "God of Fire Kagura" in his mind.

Hold the wooden knife tightly.

Swish!
Just when he just made the starting gesture.

Snapped!
"pain!"

The wooden knife that Ichiro wielded suddenly turned and struck on the top of his head one step earlier.

Unexpectedly, Wuichiro was slashed hard, he shrank his head, and turned his head aggrieved:

"...What are you doing, brother."

"You..." Ichiro looked at his younger brother helplessly, then shook his head and sighed:

"If you want to learn so much, just ask that uncle."

"It's not good to be discovered secretly."

heard.

"what!"

"I know...but." Muichiro turned his head away, covering the top of his head with his hands, his expression seemed a little embarrassed:
"I always feel...it's a bit rude to ask directly."

After hearing what my brother said.

A well raised on Ichiro's forehead, he clenched his fists, lowered his head slightly, his brows twitched faintly.

——?
"It's the most rude of you to steal like this!"

Ichiro's expression of shouting gradually collapsed.

But Wei Lang, who was sitting in the corridor and talking to his wife, looked in the direction of his two sons, talking and laughing heartlessly with his wife.

……

for a long time.

"...Is this really good?"

"Stop asking! Go!"

Snapped!
After being pushed hard.

Shitou Wuichiro had a big bag on his head, his face was red, and he moved this way cautiously, his movements were a little awkward.

From time to time, his eyes glanced behind him, in the direction of his brother Ichiro.

After seeing his brother standing in place, embracing his hands, and nodding to him with trusting eyes.

"...Hmm!" Muichiro closed his eyes abruptly, and nodded vigorously.

Then, with his eyes closed, he ran to Zaomen's family in a few steps.

The children who were noisy just now suddenly quieted down, and looked curiously at Wuichiro who ran over.

"That, that!" Muichiro raised his hand, his eyes wandering, he was thinking about his words, trying to look up at Tanjuro in front of him:

"I...you..."

The fingers were at a loss, yes, yes, Muichiro finally mustered up the courage, he recalled the ultimate sword light he saw in the forest that night:
"Sorry! Sorry!"

"Can... can I also learn that Kagura dance with you?"

"Please!" He said, closing his eyes tightly.

see.

Takeo and Shigeru looked at each other.

There was a look of surprise in the eyes of both of them.

They also thought that Wuichiro had come here on purpose to mock him.

result…

what is this?
Subsequently.

"Haha." Takeo showed a standard 'stove door' smile, he bent his eyes, stretched out his somewhat dirty hands towards Wuichiro, and a childish voice sounded:

"of course can."

Wuichiro was taken aback.

He opened his eyes and looked up at Takeo in disbelief.

accepted?
Just when Wuichiro didn't react, he hesitated and faltered a little and didn't know what to say.

Snapped!
But Zhuxiong took a step ahead, grasped his hand, raised his fist, and replied with a smile:

"let's work hard together!"

Under the sunlight, against the swaying green behind him, the boy's smile suddenly appeared extremely bright.

Shining brightly.

"Yeah!" Wuichiro's pupils were slightly dilated, and Takeo's smile was reflected in his eyes, his face showed hope and longing, and he nodded vigorously excitedly, for fear that the other party would regret it.

——What a kind child!
Muichiro was extremely moved in his heart, he had never felt such generosity from other people of his age.

—Compared with my brother, there is no doubt.

He looked at Takeo, Shigeru, and Tanjirou with almost equally gentle smiles.

——This is an angel!
……

There is no Ichiro behind.

Seeing Wu Yilang surrounded by the three Zaomen family, he looked accepted.

Ichiro frowned, and nodded in satisfaction.

——It’s okay to do this, Muichiro.

Sudden.

"Ah-qiu!" He itched the tip of his nose, took a deep breath, and sneezed.

Scratching his nose, Ichiro looked around suspiciously, then withdrew his eyes.

With a glance, he happened to see the corner of the courtyard.

in the corner.

Swish!
Swish!
A guy with blond hair, whose hair swayed with the movement, looked like a yellow dandelion, was vigorously waving the wooden knife in his hand.

My wife Shanyi's expression is determined, and there are marks of friction on his face - that is the scar from the failure of using the first model, which directly caused his face to land on the ground.

"One thousand one hundred and fifty."

"One thousand eight hundred and seventy one."

He counted in his mouth, his eyes fixed on the front, but his tired arms didn't show any intention of stopping.

That was the first time Shanyi saw such a sad expression on his grandfather's face.

already.

Swish!
Shanyi clenched the handle of the knife tightly, and swung it down vigorously again, the tip of the wooden knife quickly broke through the air.

I don't want to see it a second time.

……

……

in the courtyard.

Shi Tou Wuichiro quickly got along with Zaomen's family harmoniously.

Seeing the child regaining interest, Tanjuro smiled and looked at the distant sky.

Gang Hachiro was hovering over the Butterfly House, shouting from time to time.

Accompanied by his family, Tanjuro feels inner peace.

It has been a while since the incident of Forging Knife Village.

Last time Bazhilei practiced, he also tried to try again several times.

But it seems that because of the weather, the thunder was not able to be called down.

Tanjuro wasn't in a hurry to find the whereabouts of the other Kagami before the Japanese sword could be played well.

The power of regeneration in the body is sufficient.

The battle memory has not been fully digested.

and.

There is a winding position, which has been straightforwardly explained in the original work.

[The Land of the Strings·Fallen Concubine]
No.

Tanjuro looked away slowly.

Now, Yuhu and Bantiangou are dead, and Hei Simou has rebelled, and Luo Ji's class is probably...

[Part [-] of Winding]
(End of this chapter)