Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 48 - Ichiro: I'm Surprised

In a small, dark room.

bang!bang!
The strong wind outside the house was carrying rain, and it kept beating against the wooden house, making the sound of impact.

The cold and damp air seeped in from every gap in the wooden house.

"Cough! Cough!"

The woman with her eyes closed was lying on the damp bunk, her face was flushed, she kept coughing, and her consciousness was a little fuzzy:
"...so...so cold..." she was murmuring unconsciously.

"...Mom! Are you okay...?"

The child in the light blue cloud-patterned summer clothes was leaning over beside his mother, shouting worriedly, anxious in his heart:
"Dad, Dad, he went to pick herbs, and he will be back soon!"

"so…"

He saw his mother's eyes tightly closed, her eyelids trembling, her mouth slightly open, choking, and she became extremely flustered for a moment.

How to do…

A suffocating sense of helplessness welled up in his heart.

The child began to look around, trying to find help—but there was no one else in his family to help him.

I…

what can I do?
He questioned himself in his heart, anxiety and panic made the ten-year-old him helpless.

pat, pat.

Bean-sized teardrops flowed from the sockets of the eyes, dripping down the face onto the wet wooden floor.

In the end, he could only close his eyes, pursed his mouth and trembled, and hugged his mother who was lying on the bunk and covered with a quilt:
"Mom...! Woohoo..."

At this time.

A voice that was more stern than his came:
"Don't cry, Muichiro!"

Ichiro was sitting at the entrance, with his arms folded, his eyes fixed on the wooden door that was constantly shaking by the wind, and his fingers were constantly tapping on his arms:

"Noisy!"

His appearance is exactly the same as Muichiro's, but his brows are tightly frowned and his eyes are anxious.

Ichiro turned his back to his younger brother and mother, and he faced the wooden door that his father would open when he returned:

"You are annoying!"

He stared at the swinging wooden door.

——Why haven't you come back yet?

Fingers kept tapping on the arms that were wrapped around him, and Ichiro's breathing was heavy and rapid.

"whispering sound!"

He had already persuaded his father not to go out in such rainy and bad weather.

Advised so many times!

Father is still out!
Mother too!

I have said so many times, pay more attention to your body and rest.

I worked hard until I got a fever!

"...Damn it!" Ichiro gritted his teeth, nervous sweat ran across his forehead, and he felt his eye sockets a little sour.

As a ten-year-old child, it was not the first time that Ichiro felt that adults were so stupid.

Disobedient adults really annoyed him!
clack, clack, clack...

The sound of fingers tapping on the arm is already clearly audible.

Muichiro sobbed slowly as he cried, he slowly sat up and looked back at his brother:
"…elder brother."

Seeing that Ichiro ignored his plan.

He twitched his red nose, lowered his head, twisted a new towel, and covered his mother's forehead again.

all of a sudden.

In the house, except for the slight coughing and panting of the mother, only the rustling rain can be heard on the ground outside the house.

Just when Ichiro got impatient with waiting and was about to stand up.

Squeak-clang!

The wooden door in front of him was suddenly pulled open, and the cold breath carrying raindrops rushed into the house desperately.

Drenched all over, with rain dripping from the tips of his hair, Toru Yuichiro appeared at the door with his crimson hair braided at the back of his head.

He was panting heavily, with a slightly anxious expression on his face, he managed to hold up a smile, and shouted into the room:

"Ichiro, Muichiro! I'm back!"

As he spoke, he hastily stepped back, and reached out to Hei Simou, who was behind him in a purple-black snake-patterned feather.

Then pull.

blah-

The sound of feathers being torn was heard.

Not pulling.

The corners of Shi Touweilang's smiling mouth froze. He quickly glanced at the strange fabric in his hand, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead:
"Your Excellency, come in quickly."

He didn't care so much, and looked back at his wife in the room anxiously:

"Cold wind coming in...my wife won't be able to stand it..."

Mou Wenyan, who was observing the black death in the house, was slightly taken aback.

He looked at the woman lying in the house.

He has been a ghost for a long time, and he has not had the feeling of "how fragile human beings are" for a long time.

But he reacted quickly and took a step into the house.

- Bang!

Afterwards, Shi Tou Weilang, who was sweating in his hands, hastily closed the door, making sure that there was no gap for the cold wind to seep in, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Shi Tou Weiyilang wiped the sweat from his brow, and then turned around.

He was a little surprised to find that his son—

Shi Tou Ichiro, with a face full of astonishment, stood at the entrance, his pupils trembling violently, looking here.

His body was stiff, chills climbed up his spine, and his scalp was numb.

--this…

In Yilang's pale blue eyes, Heishimou's six eyes were reflected, looking around.

--What is this…? !

He looked aside, his father.

Is it daddy, came back with daddy? !

Ichiro's face was blue, his brows were tightly frowned and trembling, just looking at that guy, he felt uncomfortable all over.

Even before he thought adults were stupid.

But also just stupid.

And now.

He and Hei Si Mou's six pupils looked at each other.

There are words in the eyes.

What word is this... Oops, I don't know it at all!
Looking down, Ichiro took advantage of the light in the room and noticed the knife handle made of flesh and blood around Heishimou's waist.

Although I don't know what it is!
But obviously, something is wrong at first glance!

...Idiot Daddy! !
Ichiro no longer knew what he was thinking.

He pinched his thigh and forced himself to calm down.

grunt.

Swallowed a mouthful of saliva accumulated due to tension.

"...Hey, Dad." Ichiro's voice was a little trembling, he glanced at Heishimou quietly, and then quickly withdrew his gaze:
"…you."

"...Bring what?"

Seeing that his son was quite frightened, Wei Weilang stepped forward quickly, patted his shoulder lightly, and said in a low voice:

"Come on, this is a guest."

"Be a little more polite."

?

--polite? !

Ichiro was stunned for a moment, he took a step back, and looked at his father with eyes so shocked that it was unbelievable.

"What are you thinking... ah."

He muttered almost unconsciously.

Wei Yilang put his hands on Ichiro, he turned his head, and smiled apologetically at Heishi Mou:

"Sorry, my children haven't seen others much, so I'm sorry."

Afterwards, he pulled Ichiro and hurried to his wife's side.

Wuichiro also raised his head at this moment, subconsciously looking back.

But when he saw Hei Si Mou, he was only slightly taken aback.

There wasn't much reaction.

Then he immediately turned his head and said to Wei Weilang:

"Dad! Herbs...Did the herbs come back?"

Seeing that nothing happened to Muichiro, Ichiro frowned slightly.

Quietly glanced sideways at the direction of Hei Si Mou.

——Hei Si Mou looked thoughtful.

He closed the upper and lower pairs of eyes.

Only the middle pair of pupils were left open.

At first glance, it seems to be no different from a normal person with a birthmark.

Ichiro was dazed in a daze, he turned his head almost sluggishly, pretending to be nonchalant.

In my heart, there was only one sentence echoing.

--Ruined.

(End of this chapter)