Demon Slayer: I can create my own breathing

Butterfly Chanae frowned, searching for the memories in her mind, "Kagura, the god of fire? Haven't heard of anything like this. "

That's right, but Sister Huazhu, I really showed it last time." Tanjiro had a disappointed look on his face, and he thought it was a new breathing method.

"But I have some information to offer about the breath of fire." Butterfly Chanae said affirmatively.

"Really?" Tanjiro's face erupted with surprise again.

"Really, the Breath of Fire has been mentioned in the ranks, and it was the first time that Sota had participated in the Pillar Council a long time ago as a pillar.

"Sota reported the details of the battle with Tong Ma in the team, and in that battle he learned a new breathing method, very similar to the fire god Kagura you depicted."

Tanjiro was stunned, he didn't expect that this question would actually find the answer in Brother Yuan's body, could it be that Brother Yuan would also be the god of fire Kagura?

But their family only used this dance for sacrifice, isn't it passed down from their ancestors?

"Then Sister Huazhu, can you help me call Brother Yuan? I wanted to ask him about it, it was really important to me. Tanjiro looked serious.

Butterfly Chanae shook her head unexpectedly, "No, Cangzhu is on a mission now, and there may be no way to solve your doubts."

"Maybe when a few of you recover, Cangzhu will come back, and you can ask him these questions in person at that time."

Seeing this, Tanjiro didn't delay the owner of the butterfly house any longer, bowed to her slightly and returned to another small room.

Lying in the room was his sister Midouzi.

She had lost a lot of strength after the battle of Nada, and she was stabbed by the wind pillar during the meeting and shed a lot of blood, and now she can only regain her strength by sleeping.

Tanjiro sat lightly on the hospital bed and looked at her with pity.

Recalling what Gen Sota and the lord said to him during the meeting, Tanjiro clenched his fists, and sure enough, only when he was strong would everyone respect his opinion.

If he has the strength of the pillar this time, then his sister will definitely not be stabbed so much.

He must work hard to improve his strength, so as to constantly destroy the evil spirits and turn his sister back into a human.

In a remote courtyard of the Butterfly House, a naked boy wearing a boar mask is doing push-ups.

"308, 309, 301..."

After experiencing this battle, Inosuke is deeply aware of the gap between himself and Gen Sota.

This also fueled his competitive spirit.

In the final battle, Tanjiro killed the evil spirit that was even powerful to him, so what Tanjiro could do, he would definitely be able to do.

He decided to save Tanjiro once and returned the favor this time.

When his muscles were stretched to the point where he could no longer exercise, Inosuke stopped training and slumped against the trunk of a tree to look up at the clouds.

Only when he is exhausted like this, will he think about some problems that he usually does not want to think about.

The huge clouds that had spread out suddenly began to piece together, and under the sun's illumination, they formed various shapes, and in an instant, it was like a huge electric current hitting Inosuke's head.

He stared blankly at the cloud that looked like a beautiful face, as if it touched something deep inside him.

For some reason, memories that never seemed to appear came to his mind.

A gentle voice lingered, "Inosuke, live well." "

This voice... It's so familiar, but why can't I remember whose voice it is, have I seen her?

In a trance, he saw a pair of light green eyes similar to himself, a blurred face, as if looking at him in the depths of memory.

Inosuke stared blankly at the clouds, stretched out his hand as if to touch the gentle cheek, and before he knew it, he burst into tears.

He whispered a very unfamiliar and familiar word, "Mother..."

......

On the other side, a young woman in her thirties was dressed simply, with patches on her kimono, and she had a pair of light green eyes like emeralds, which were extremely agile, but unfortunately one eye had lost its luster that it should have.

She has a delicate air that doesn't belong to this age.

The beautiful woman held a portrait drawn with a colored pencil on top of a boy as gentle and beautiful as a girl, which was the portrait of her son who grew up in her memory.

She kept asking passers-by on the street if they had seen a child similar to the one in the portrait, but without exception, no one had ever seen a face similar to the one in the portrait.

She politely said goodbye to passers-by and prepared to wander again to another place.

At this time, a vendor on the side of the road who was pushing a small cart and shouting noticed this, perhaps because he couldn't bear it, and gave her a suggestion.

"Since the people in the portrait are so beautiful, you can go to Yoshiwara and look for them, and in all of Japan, there are always the most beautiful children there."

"Yoshiwara?" The young woman muttered, "Please tell me how to go." The

vendor hesitated, wiped the oil from his hands with the towel hanging around his neck, bent down and picked up the charcoal pencil used to keep accounts on the base, tore off a piece of oiled paper and drew a route to Yoshiwara on it.

The paper was handed to her.

Kotoha kept thanking the man, bowed gratefully to the vendor, and once again gave birth to a glimmer of hope in his heart, and went to the location on the map.

More than ten years ago, she let her child go down the stream, just to keep him alive again.

After completing this, she looked at the chasing Tong Mo and was determined to die.

But I don't know why Tong Mo didn't kill her this time, but took her back to the sect and put her under house arrest, saying that one day she would understand that her actions were right.

Kotoha lived in the sect for more than ten years, until one day, a boy the size of his own child turned blue and told them to flee for their lives.

She fled the sect with the leading man.

After that day, Tong Mo completely disappeared from the sect, and she finally broke free from Tong Mo's control.

The first thing she did when she came out was to come to the end of the stream where she had let Inosuke go.

Hoping that she could find her son who floated down the stream more than ten years ago, but no miracle happened, and she failed.

But she didn't give up and kept looking for traces of her son.

She has been looking for three years, but she doesn't care about looking for many more three years, as long as she can find her child, then it will be worth the extra days.

Kotoha has always believed that his child must not be dead, but will only live well in another place, waiting for her, a person who has not fulfilled her duties as a mother, to atone for her sins.

Her confused eyes became firm, and she muttered in a voice that only she could hear, "Inosuke, wait for me, my mother will definitely find you." "