Demon Slayer: Tanjuro Kamado returns from Sekiro

Chapter 6 - Poor Guy
The night sky after the snow has become extremely clean.

As if you can see the depths of the night sky at a glance, the stars are twinkling.

The moon hangs high in the sky alone, emitting a faint light towards the surroundings.

Kitchen door home.

Outside the cabin.

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!!"

There was a violent coughing sound.

Kamado Tanjuro sat in the snow in front of the door, he covered his mouth and coughed uncontrollably.

After breathing calmly, slowly let go of the hand covering your mouth.

Pat... Pat...

The bright red blood flowed from between the fingers, contaminating the white snow beneath him.

——Sitting in the snow for a long time, his frail body could barely hold on.

"Ha ha…"

Kamado Tanjuro stared at his blood-stained hands, he took a few deep breaths, then raised his head as if relieved, and smiled.

Standing up and looking around, there was no sound in the depths of the dark forest.

His family has been safely evacuated, and now he is the only one left here.

Already, no more worries.

The usual Tanjuro is always calm and thoughtful.

In the past, he mastered the transparent world and saw through all the laws of the world. It was a kind of indifference that returned to nature.

The same is true now.

It's just that Tanjuro may be more "transparent" after living in the wolf's world for more than 30 years.

After the "transparency" was overdone, to be honest, Tanjuro felt a little tired.

click...

Tanjuro patted the snow on his body, and with a smile on his face, he slowly took out the burning red and glowing wedge balls from the gradually extinguished charcoal cellar.

The light from the red-hot blade even slightly illuminated the snow beside Tanjuro, making the white snow red.

Looking down at the shiny red blade, Kamado Tanjuro nodded in satisfaction.

Subsequently.

click!

Casually inserted the red-hot blade back into the scabbard.

——Don't worry, compared to the various attacks in the wolf world.

——Withstanding a little high temperature is nothing to the wedge ball and the scabbard.

He has died so many times, but the wedge pill has never been broken.

"Huh..." After taking a deep breath.

Zaomen Tanjuro looked back at the direction down the mountain, and he knew it very well.

He stayed this time, and his own results were nothing more than two.

One, he lives.

Two, he died.

He is more inclined to the second possibility, and in fact he thinks so himself.

As long as Guiwu Tsuji Wuchan sees through his thoughts a little bit.

In just a few seconds, I may have been crushed to ashes.

After that, Wu Mi won't find her family to take revenge—after all, she's separated.

"...I was the one who deserved to die."

Tanjuro Kamado turned around, facing his own house, carefully sizing up the appearance of the house inch by inch.

It's as if you want to engrave this house in your mind.

He was talking to himself.

"I hope my death is worthwhile." Tanjuro shrugged his shoulders, his dark red eyes were impassive.

——Don't come alive again.

click.

Kamado Tanjuro pushed open the door of his own house, and when he stepped over the threshold, he muttered a sentence in his heart:
Sorry, Kuizhi.

Just let me be selfish this once.

After preparing the psychological hint of fighting to the death, Kamado Tanjuro will stop Wu Mi desperately.

At the same time, he asked Kui Zhi to send a message to Lin Taki Zuojin once, maybe someone could arrive after dawn to investigate Wu Mi's trace.

As for myself, try to leave as many valuable clues as possible.

He will face his own death calmly.

The warning that was constantly flashing in his heart turned into a bright red word "Danger" above his head.

creak... creak...

Kamado Tanjuro regained his senses, and slowly walked into the dark room.

With his back to the door, he slammed the wooden door behind his back.

The moment before the door was completely closed.

The word "Danger" blinking rapidly above Kamado Tanjurou's head——suddenly stopped blinking.

Instead, it appears there fixedly.

Tanjuro, whose face was hidden in the darkness, remained expressionless.

Shadows fell over his eyes.

—I will risk my life to kill you.

——Ghost dance Tsuji no misery.

Bang!
The wooden door was completely closed.

The world outside the door was silent.

In this dark night, everything is silent.

……

……

at the same time.

Down the mountain.

"Hum hum hum~"

Oni Wu Tsuji was wearing a small black suit and slim white pants, and was humming happily. His sickly white skin was in harmony with the snow-covered environment.

Under the shadow of the top hat, the plum red pupils are deeper, and the eyes keep scanning the footprints on the ground:

"…Humanity?"

His eyes followed the footprints, looking all the way——

——At the foot of the mountain, there is a hut with lights out.

A series of footprints that were going up the mountain suddenly turned around and went straight into the house.

Wu Cang's bloodshot pupils stared at the room for a while, then looked away, and continued to walk towards the top of the mountain.

uninteresting.

There are only two people in the house.

A rotten old man who smelled hard to swallow was enough to make Wu Mi leave holding his nose.

The smell of decay reminded him of death...

death.

Wu Can's pupils shrank slightly when he just started walking, and the veins on his forehead slowly popped up, and finally covered his face ferociously.

—something disgusting.

However, the self who is about to become a perfect creature will never die.

Wu Mi firmly believed.

His experiments along the way were also to see if it was possible to find an evolutionary route of immunity to sunlight from other newly born ghosts.

If there is, just eat the ghost directly.

Until then.

You can walk under the sun openly and aboveboard!

I no longer need to hide from XZ, live in the dark with pain and distortion, watching creatures that are weaker and weaker than myself walk freely.

free!

Until then!
Even that nasty guy.

Rotten guy!
Turn into bones!Getting up from the coffin is nothing to be afraid of!

that guy!

In Wu Mi's mind, hundreds of years ago, the image of the red sword swordsman looking down on him appeared condescending.

It was the only time in his thousand years that he looked so embarrassed!
Thinking of that guy's appearance and tone, Wu Mi couldn't stop hating him.

Extreme anger spewed out of his chest in an instant, he stood there, his pupils stood up, trembling slightly and quickly.

The sickly white skin turned red, and the blue veins protruded densely on the neck.

Follow up!country!edge!one!

Wu Mi stood in the snow, his body trembling with anger.

Hope to meet you after that!

Thinking bitterly.

After he overcomes the sun, Yuanyi can't do him any harm.

Can only be tortured to death by him!
To torture him over and over again!
Think of this.

Then I thought that it was not me who was about to die, but that poor guy exuding a rotten aura.

Wu Mi's mood suddenly became happy again.

The red pupils looked at the top of the mountain again.

His eyes turned slightly behind him, towards the direction of the room.

"Poor guy." He said to himself in a low voice, gradually leaving the range at the foot of the mountain.

(End of this chapter)