Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 112 - Tanjuro is a liar (two in one)

ghost.

It is a product contrary to the laws of nature.

People who should have died turned into ghosts, and continued to slaughter those who came after them.

Some people are afraid of ghosts, and naturally others are flocking to them.

In this regard, Long Yin is the same as a ghost.

The power of immortality is too alluring.

They all distort people's normal way of existence.

The reason why ghosts will gradually increase is only because of Wu Mi's desire to be completely immortal.

The human nature of those who have experienced the world of "Sekiro" is distorted by the existence of immortality.

Tanjuro realized it early on.

Whether it's [Ghost] or [Long Yin].

should disappear completely.

"Wolf... Come with me to sever immortality."

In memory, it was the first time that Kuro spoke to himself in that pleading tone.

Sometimes, Tanjuro is extremely fortunate.

Jiulang, who holds the dragon Yin, is a child with a sincere heart.

And Ghost Slayer.

He turned his head and looked at Yoshiyuki Tomioka who was bandaging Yu Sui's wound.

It's a group of kids like Kuro.

……

Yoshihara Flower Street.

In the gloomy sky, the tumbling dark clouds gradually dissipated, revealing the bright moon that had been slightly covered just now.

It's different than usual.

Swish!
Tanjuro straightened his body, flicked the blade subconsciously, and slowly put the wedge ball into the sheath.

He glanced sideways, and glanced at the heads of the prostitute Taro and Fallen Princess who had not dissipated and were still talking on the street not far away.

Taro the hooker hadn't been completely reduced to ashes, nor had the resurrection force and the paper figurine appeared.

Immersed in my mind, feeling the battle memory named [Jiguo Yuanyi].

The extra memory in my mind this time did not emerge from the ghost.

Instead—as if he should have been there, it emerged from the depths of his mind.

for a long time.

Tanjuro opened his eyes.

In the environment where the winding battle had just ended, he didn't dare to feel the memory deeply, but only touched it a little.

Perspective from memory.

It was the ancestor of the Zaomen family hundreds of years ago.

[Zaomen Tanji].

……

on the street.

The prostitute Taro was silent for a while, he slowly turned his head and stared at the moon in the sky.

At this moment, he also remembered the vow he had made with Mei—[Never separate forever].

The dark night sky was reflected in the mirror-like eyes, and the dim clouds blown by the wind drifted slowly under the bright moon.

His emotions fell silent.

"I'm going to die." The prostitute Taro said flatly.

It's a pity that there is nothing in the world that can suddenly increase its strength and win after some memories like in the villain's picture book.

The world is cruel and realistic, all the time.

It always likes to hit you hard when you are complacent and looking forward to tomorrow.

That's why he chose to put all his strength on his sister just now, instead of choosing to counterattack with all his strength beyond his control.

"...Well." Mei nodded, her sour eyes were a little blurred: "As expected, I still feel a little bit unwilling to lose!"

At this time.

not far away.

Tanjuro's eyes rested on the heads of the prostitute Taro and Rakuhime. He looked at the two brothers and sisters who were gradually reduced to ashes, without caring about the memories in his mind.

Step down.

pat.

Jumping off the roof, it landed in front of the two brothers and sisters, covering Haoyue from their vision.

what.

The hooker Taro's drooping eyelids twitched:
"Hey... the moon is blocked."

The prostitute Taro, who was quietly watching Haoyue, paused. Seeing that the visitor didn't respond, his eyes slowly moved down, looking at Tanjuro who had his back to the moon:

"... What are you looking at me for?"

He who has been declared dead has nothing to fear. The voice of the prostitute Taro is very low:
"Why, are you scared by my appearance?"

He raised his head, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his hoarse voice became high-pitched:
"I didn't see your ink stain when I cut my neck just now."

The prostitute Taro secretly observed Tanjuro's reaction with a smile in his eyes, and found that the other party's expression did not change.

He was a little ashamed with a stiff smile.

—What a strange fellow.

beside.

"Hmph!" Mei pursed her lips, gave Tanjuro a hard look, and then turned her head away.

It seems to be because Ergui is already Shangxiansan.

At this moment, the speed at which the head turned into ashes was extremely slow.

If the obsession is deep enough, in fact, the prostitute Taro has the ability to break through the weakness of [beheading] and become the second ghost besides Wu Mi who is not afraid of being beheaded.

At this time.

Usui Tengen, who had bandaged the wound, and Tomioka Yoshiyuki also came over.

"...It's not gorgeous at all." Yu Sui Tianyuan clutched his left arm, clenched his fist, feeling powerless, and the expression on his face was a bit lost.

Don't worry, the left arm is still there.

It's just that because of the injury, I can't hold the knife temporarily.

He reacted quickly and was transparent, even in the face of the sudden attack of the first string, he avoided the fatal blow.

"The muscles in Yu Sui's left hand were severed, but no bones were injured."

Tomioka Yoshiyuki paused for a moment on the head of the prostitute Taro, then retracted his gaze, raised his head and said simply to Tanjuro:

"He is a swordsman with two swords, he can still hold a sword, and he can be regarded as uninjured."

heard.

"Hello!" Yu Sui was observing the two heads on the ground curiously. When he heard Tomioka's words, his forehead suddenly bulged with veins, and he looked to this side angrily:

"What are you talking about to yourself?"

Tomioka Yoshiyuki made a sullen face and didn't answer.

"I see." After nodding to Tomioka, Tanjuro quickly withdrew his eyes and squatted down.

He lowered his head and looked at the suspicious prostitute Taro, his tone was flat, as if he was stating a fact:
"After the ghost dies, it will go to hell to atone for its past."

"It's true," he said.

"...Hell?" Hearing these words, Mei, who was in a daze, suddenly focused her eyes and looked this way.

"Ah...?" The hooker Taro's expression became quite strange, he raised his eyebrows, and the shark teeth were exposed in the air with the opening of his mouth:

"...what am I supposed to say...that's all?"

hell…?
These are the legends of what age.

His lying head trembled, and he almost laughed out loud:
"Even if you really want to go to hell, then..."

"You don't have to care."

Tanjuro interrupted him, turned his head, and looked at Mei, who was also looking at this side, the eyes of the two touched for a moment:
"Then... where's your sister?"

He turned his head, and his dark red eyes, like Tomioka Yoshiyuki, reflected the gradually surprised expression of the prostitute Taro, with a deep tone:

"She's going to hell too."

"Huh...?" Mentioning my sister, the prostitute Taro's expression became stiff, he hesitated for a moment, his tone was very unnatural, and seemed a little sullen:
"…What do you want to do?"

What's the point of saying that, just to piss yourself off...but it doesn't make sense.

The prostitute Taro's eyes gradually darkened, and he gritted his teeth.

Seeing the ashes spreading to the hooker Taro's chin, Tanjuro speeded up his questioning:

"Tell me the miserable news you know."

His eyes are serious:
"The more the better."

heard.

——?
"...Why?" The prostitute Taro's face became more and more suspicious, he drooped the corners of his mouth, and his voice was low:
"It has nothing to do with going to hell."

"Do something good, and when your sister goes to hell, she may receive a lighter punishment."

When Tanjuro said this, he didn't look at the prostitute Taro, but looked at the empty street beside him:

"The crime of the ghost king is far more serious than yours. Tell the ghost hunter the news of the ghost king, which is considered an early atonement."

Hearing this, Taro the prostitute slowly fell into deep thought.

He frowned, his eyes lowered in confusion.

--is that so?
……

……

at the same time.

In the infinite city.

creak... creak...

The scarlet flesh squirmed and climbed, squeezed together, and gradually merged.

Wu Mi, who had just taken shape, appeared on the chair, holding the armrest of the chair, panting heavily.

"Huh..." He staggered on the chair, fine sweat secreted from his pale skin, faintly moist under the reflection of the warm-toned light.

Wu Mi raised his arm, looked at the trembling hand, let out a long breath, and put his arm casually as if he was out of strength.

Since that snowy night, the number of encounters with that guy has become more and more frequent.

It was as if he had started this painful experience himself.

He felt a little regretful.

If I didn't go out that day, wouldn't these things happen now...

Wu Mi's eyes were in a trance left and right, he was thinking about what happened recently.

The number of windings is rapidly decreasing.

In just a few months, winding deaths that haven't happened in hundreds of years have continued one after another.

He is the only one who can do this kind of thing that no one has been able to do before.

The number is Lu's Shangxian, and now only Yiwozuo and Tongmo are left active outside.

Thinking of this, Wu Mi suddenly shrank his pupils.

If all the strings die, then...

--nothing.

he thought to himself.

——In this infinite city in a different underground space, no one can find him.

——As long as you stay here, you can survive!

In the scarlet eyes, the hope called survival is flickering.

——Wait for him to find the blue Bana flower!

……

……

Flower Street.

"The location of Infinite City is underground."

The hooker Taro spoke to Tanjuro concisely and forcefully.

"Controlled by a Pipa girl."

He finally chose to believe Tanjuro's words.

Although, he hates the glamorous appearance of the Ghost Slayer Squad, the face of "I am decent, you are all sinners".

It made him think of the samurai who burned May, and was very disgusted.

嗏

The prostitute Taro looked sideways, and glanced at Mei who was beside him with trembling eyes.

He could curse viciously, but Mei couldn't.

Thinking back to what Tanjuro said about hell.

——Only Mei can’t.

"However, I don't know the exact location." After thinking for a while, under Tanjuro's gaze, he continued:

"During the last meeting, Wu Mi... Wu Mi sent Yuhu and Ban Tiangou to some unknown place."

"Not long after that, Mei and I became the third of the first string, and those two guys must have died."

Although the prostitute Taro did not show up when the meeting was held, he was awake and naturally understood everything mentioned in the meeting.

The prostitute Taro lowered his eyes, his voice was low and hoarse, and his eyes moved slightly from side to side:

"Ah... that's right."

"Wu Mi also let Mr. Tong Mo... the current one of the top strings, to develop believers, to find the blue flower of the other side."

"What's the name of his believers... The Bliss Sect of the World, it's probably the name."

Hearing the important information, Tanjuro nodded, and he continued to ask:
"Anymore?"

"And..." The voice of the prostitute Taro gradually lowered, and he fell into deep thought.

He didn't pay much attention to Wu Mi's movements, that kind of thing didn't mean much to him.

The prostitute Taro has no special emotions for Wu Mi. For him, the important thing is to survive.

Seeing that the other party will be unable to speak for a while.

Tanjuro changed his words. He pondered for a while, wanting to confirm his previous guess:

"Then..." He hesitated for a moment:
"Hei Si Mou, what news or movement has he had recently?"

heard.

"...Black Death Mou?" The prostitute Taro looked at Tanjuro suspiciously, he was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly understood:

"One of the front strings?" He glanced at Tanjuro, as if he was a little surprised why the other party would be suspicious about Hei Simou's matter:

"he died."

"During the last winding meeting, there was no misfortune to say."

The prostitute Taro answered truthfully.

After finishing speaking, he did not forget to cast another strange glance at Tanjuro who was in a daze.

The moment Tanjuro stopped him from performing the blood ghost technique with all his strength, Taro the prostitute had a rough idea in his mind.

Before, he wondered why Hei Si Mou died, but now it seems—maybe he was the one who killed him.

This is why the prostitute Taro chose to escape immediately.

Now, the person who killed Hei Si Mou was actually asking what happened to Hei Si Mou, the prostitute Taro naturally found it strange.

Suddenly, the prostitute Taro opened his eyes slightly.

—Could it be...the one who killed the previous one was someone else.

In this case…

There are two people with such combat power...

In the bottom of his heart, he mourned for Yiwozuo and Tongmo for three seconds.

After waiting for a long time, he found that Tanjuro was still in a daze, he twitched the corner of his mouth, and shouted impatiently:
"...What's wrong? I've been in a daze for so long."

"Hello!" the prostitute Taro looked down at the ashes that had begun to spread from all around, and he shouted a little anxiously.

"...It's okay." Tanjuro came back to his senses, in his mind, everything was connected in series at this moment, and it was confirmed.

After thinking for a moment, he said:
"Die well."

"?"

The prostitute Taro frowned, his eyes puzzled.

Mei was at the side, quietly listening to the conversation between her brother and Tanjuro, she watched Haoyue.

hell…

Slightly sideways, she looked at her brother who was restless.

Let the opportunity of redemption now be left to brother.

Just like before, when he was a human, his elder brother always protected himself.

This time, it was the younger sister's turn to protect the older brother.

She thought, but didn't make a sound.

……

soon.

"I have no problem." Tanjuro nodded, he stood up slowly, and slowly stepped back:

"Thank you."

"Goodbye."

Looking at the prostitute Taro who was gradually turning into ashes on the ground, he bid farewell like this.

The prostitute Taro's eyes remained, watching Mei's slowly disappearing appearance, and finally turned into ashes together with Mei.

……

……

In a dark space.

Probably, it is the former station called Hell.

The prostitute Taro opened his eyes, he slowly lowered his head, subconsciously glanced at his own hands that had become young.

——?
There was no trace of ghosts on the dirty little hands.

(End of this chapter)