Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 50 - In My Name

--gentle?
Hei Si Mou stared in the direction of Shi Tou Wei Lang in a daze.

The other party was smiling at himself.

This is the second person to comment on him like this.

Thinking of this, the resentment in my heart just now slowly eased.

The clenched fist slowly loosened.

Standing in front of Heishimu, Ichiro's clothes were already soaked in cold sweat from his back. Seeing Heishimou's sudden calm appearance, he relaxed all over:
"…call."

Ichiro let out a sigh of relief.

He took a deep look at Heishimu, faced Heishimu, stepped back, and then sat beside Wuichiro.

Crack!Snapped!
In the small stove for boiling medicine, after the damp firewood dries, Wei Weilang throws it into the flames, making a crackling sound.

The faint light of the fire shone on Weiweilang's face, and sparks burst out from the small stove.

In the quiet and dark wooden house, only the crackling of the flames could be heard.

"Speaking of..."

Shi Tou only Lang fanned the flames with a small fan, without turning his head, he asked Hei Si Mou in a slow tone:

"Ha ha…"

"I said it patronizingly, but I still don't know your name."

With that said, he turned his head and looked at Hei Si Mou with a smile:
"Your name is...?"

first name.

Hei Si Mou was using the penetrating world to observe the comatose Shi Tou Xun, when he heard Wei Wei Lang's question, he slowly withdrew his eyes.

Without even thinking about it, he subconsciously said:

"black…"

Before finishing a word, Hei Si Mou himself paused, and the name he wanted to say froze on his lips.

"Black?" Seeing Hei Simou's choked expression, Shi Tou Weiyilang tilted his head, and repeated his words in doubt:

"Black... what?"

Hei Shengmou slowly closed his mouth.

--name.

Hei Si Mou, is that his name?

Looking back at the first half of his life.

Everything in the past is like a flipped piece of paper, swishing over in my mind.

In the end, the piece of paper depicting the memory stays.

——The figure of him facing away from Enichi.

thought for a while.

The emotions that had been silent for 400 years seemed to be beating again.

He was brewing slightly, and spoke again:
"my name is…"

"... Ji Guoyan wins."

Ji Guoyan Sheng said firmly.

heard.

creak...

Shi Tou Weiichiro, who was fanning the flames with an old fan, froze for a moment, then he smiled nonchalantly:

"That's it."

"It's really... quite a domineering name."

……

……

It rained all night.

It wasn't until the evening of the next day that the rainstorm slowly stopped.

Sunny days after rain often make people feel more happy. Small puddles gather on the wet and muddy ground, reflecting the reflection of the wooden house.

creak-

Ji Guoyansheng opened the door of the wooden house and glanced at the bright sunshine outside.

He turned around and looked into the house.

"Mom, slow down."

Shi Touxun was able to sit up, and the high fever improved a little under the effect of herbs.

She was smiling, taking a bowl of porridge from Muichiro's hand:
"Thank you."

Seeing his mother smiling, Muichiro slowly sat back on his knees, with joy from his heart on his face:

"hey-hey."

With both hands clenched into fists on his knees, Muichiro smiled happily and rubbed his hands back and forth in a small way excitedly.

Ji Guoyan wins, he observes outdated Touxun's body through the penetrating world.

——Excessive fatigue and high fever caused by cold.

Coupled with the fact that the body seemed to be weak, it led to a near-death state.

but.

If you just drink that rough and boiled herbal medicine normally, you can't bring Shi Touxun back from the brink of death.

The reason why Shi Touxun can sit up now is

——He gave Shi Touxun a drop of blood.

A drop of blood mixed with ghosts.

While the dose is small, it cannot turn Shi Tou Xun into a ghost, and it can also temporarily provide vitality to maintain body functions.

Relying on such rough and uncontrolled strength, Shi Touxun managed to survive.

The matter of saving lives was proposed by Ji Guoyansheng himself.

And deliberately did not let Ichiro and his son see the process.

Wei Weilang is especially grateful for his behavior of "saving" his wife.

At this time.

inside the house.

Muichiro suddenly raised his upper body, leaned against his mother, glanced at Ji Guoyankatsu, and said in a low voice:

"…correct."

"Mom...last night..."

Shi Toukun tilted her head, listening to Muichiro leaning against her ear and saying something, she blinked and nodded from time to time:

"Uh-huh…"

Finally, he showed a surprised expression.

Then he raised his head with a smile.

She looked at Ji Guoyansheng by the door:

"Mr. Jiguo...is that right?"

"Really, thank you very much." Shi Touxun smiled at him and nodded deeply.

Ji Guoyansheng nodded slightly, but didn't speak, he just looked at Shi Touxun and the two brothers "You Wu" next to him.

It's not unconditional when he helps.

The condition is——

pat, pat.

"Hey! Six-eyed uncle!" Ichiro frowned, he put on airs, and walked over unceremoniously, still wary of Ji Guoyansheng:

"What are you talking about... sword practice?"

"When will it start?"

Ichiro folded his arms, raised his head, and looked straight at Ji Guoyansheng.

Even if this man 'healed' his mother, Ichiro couldn't completely let go of his guard against him.

anyway…

——Why do we children of the woodcutter have to practice that Lao Shizi's swordsmanship...?
There was a hint of doubt in Ichiro's mood.

That's right.

Ji Kuniwakatsu's pupils moved down, looking at Ichiro who was close to him.

His condition is to have Ichiro and Muichiro, as well as the father and son of the only one.

Follow him and train together.

Wei Weilang happily agreed on behalf of his two sons.

"...wait for the night."

Ji Guoyansheng withdrew his eyes, and he looked straight ahead like a piece of wood again.

If it was before.

He might force a few people to practice regardless of their opinions.

perhaps…

I have changed too...

Yuanyi...

……

……

the other side.

Ghost Squad.

Butterfly House.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

Two Yins in black uniforms were strolling, holding wooden boxes in their hands, talking to each other:

"I heard... what did you hear?" Yin Yi who was asked the question looked at his colleague suspiciously.

"It's the very kind uncle who has many children."

"What's up with him?"

Seeing his ignorant appearance, Yin Jia suddenly became interested, and deliberately lowered his voice with an exaggerated expression:
"That uncle..." he drew his tone.

Then lie next to Yin Yi's ear:

"he…"

"...defeated one of the winding ones."

Yin Yi was taken aback when he heard this, and then smiled:
"What, you look so exaggerated."

"Just defeat the Winding..."

He froze for a moment.

"Eh--?!"

……

Time flies, and it has been a week since Tanjuro came to Butterfly House to recuperate and spend his daily life with his wife and children.

a week.

I don't know whether the beak of a certain jay is fast, or the beak of a certain owl is faster.

"Kaomen Tanjuro repels the first one"——

——The news has been spread within the Ghost Killing Squad and everyone knows it.

And the more it spreads, the more outrageous it is, and it gradually deviates from the original truth.

Even in daily life, Tanjuro helps out at the Butterfly House, or teaches his children how to properly dance the fire god Kagura.

There will always be hidden or team members in black uniforms secretly watching.

This annoyed Tanjuro, who likes to be quiet.

And this day.

More troublesome things happened.

(End of this chapter)