Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

The young girls were so busy that they had to go to the temple to pray.

"The ritual of Naraku begins now."

In the ancient and solemn shrine.

Rows of maidens dressed in white, kimonos and red hakama walked in with sacred faces.

Their clean and slender feet were wrapped in pure white tabi, and they were uniformly covered with red-buttoned straw sandals.

The girls slowly dispersed in front of the courtyard like falling cherry blossoms, accompanied by the solemn dance of the gods, and the ethereal voice echoed in the shrine.

"When the spring flowers are flying, the evil spirits are scattered and the wind is spreading..."

The white skirt swayed in the wind.

It is engraved with many Ukiyo-e-style gods and monsters such as Yaksha, Rakshasa, and Tengu.

"Innocent people, drifting with the tide, will also fall into the underworld forever..."

The goddesses gently shook the Kagura bells in their hands, making a clear and empty sound, and the circling sacrificial sound was mournful and low.

"In order to calm it down, there must be this sacrifice, there must be this sacrifice..."

A sharp and passionate recorder sound sounded, slightly barbaricly breaking into the Japanese Kagura.

The dance steps of the shrine maidens also came to an end at this moment.

The ethereal voice became deeper and more sad, as if the gods stood here and swallowed their last sigh.

"That's why it's called Naraku."

Watching the maidens slowly leave the stage, Ubuyashiki Amane asked the old man with concern.

"Sir Jigoro, how do you feel now?"

"Incredible, really incredible."

Jigoro, whose strength was declining due to aging, squinted his eyes and felt the muscles gradually awakening all over his body.

"I feel like I'm ten years younger. I'm full of energy. Is it the effect of the recorder? When did the Demon Slayer Corps have such a thing?"

Tianyin smiled slightly.

"This is the enlightenment I got a hundred years ago. Because there has been no suitable person, it has been sealed as a foundation."

"Fortunately, my little girl Hina and Hika successfully blew it not long ago. You are the first pillar to experience the effect of enlightenment."

"What pillar? Now you are just a person who bears the guilt."

Jigoro waved his hand, but smiled with some ease.

"Even so, it is worthy of being an enlightenment. If it can be blessed on a large scale, it will have a better chance of winning against the demons."

Tianyin leaned over to the ear of Jigoro Kuwashima.

"Please don't say that, Mr. Kuwashima. No one can deny your outstanding contribution to the Demon Slayer Corps."

A haze flashed across Jigoro's face.

"I personally taught a cannibal ghost, I can't escape the blame, I must be responsible for this."

With a sigh, Tianyin pointed inward and watched Jigoro enter the inner room.

"I understand, thank you for your hard work, please keep going, Lord Kuwashima. Aoi is waiting for you in front."

Waving his hand, Kuwashima Jigoro came to the inner room without looking back.

Opening the door, the twin-tailed girl with a blue butterfly hair ornament has been waiting for a long time.

"Excuse me, Lord Kuwashima."

The girl carefully put a blue glove with complicated patterns on her left hand, checked it repeatedly, and lifted the old man's clothes with a serious face.

"For the best effect, I need to have direct contact with your body."

With a nonchalant smile, Jigoro opened his arms and let the girl operate.

A cool touch came from the heart, and Aoi's left hand fell right above the skin.

"Then, I'm going to start."

Bang.

Bang!

Boom!

Kuwashima Jigoro's eyes widened suddenly, and his aging heart seemed to have returned to its peak at this moment.

Blood burst out in large quantities, as if a warm ocean current quickly swept through his body.

Crack, crack...

Jigoro turned his body slightly, and a crisp explosion sounded, and he gently clenched his hands.

Very good, the power has surged...

Wiping the sweat from his head, Aoi pulled out his left hand, carefully folded the gloves and put them in a small box close to his body, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Kuwashima, it's over now."

Jigoro waved his walking stick with energy, causing a whistling sound of wind.

"Is this also the effect of enlightenment? I seem to have returned to my peak."

A trace of reluctance flashed across his blue eyes, and Aoi lowered his head and answered softly.

"This is the secret technique I learned after studying the [God's Hand]. This technique can sublimate a person's body to the utmost and maintain a top-notch state for a short period of time..."

Ji Goro was delighted and was about to speak, but Aoi took the lead and continued to add.

"However, the cost of doing this is very high. The stronger the burst, the greater the burden on the body. Ordinary team members are completely unable to cope with it.

Even the pillars can hardly support it."

"That's the so-called last gasp, Mr. Kuwashima. You may not have more than a day left to live."

"I see, it really has a price, then..."

Ji Goro thought for a moment, then raised his white eyebrows.

"Then don't be nervous, please try again!"

The corners of the old man's mouth suddenly curled up, and his eyes stared at Aoi.

"Let go, and compress the time to one hour..."

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Creaky.

The wooden door was pushed open, and the refreshed Kuwashima Ji Goro walked in.

"Sinner Kuwashima Ji Goro, do you know your mistake?"

Looking at the short man sitting in the center meticulously, Ji Goro's brain crashed for a moment.

"Hey? It's really strange, who are you, where is Huangquan Du Renzhai? ”

Take a deep breath, the man who had been constantly preparing himself mentally was a little frustrated, his hoarse voice was a little helpless.

"Sinner Kuwajima Jigoro, it's me, I just took off the armor that didn't fit me."

"Oh~"

"I didn't expect it to be like this."

Kuwajima Jigoro smiled.

"I always saw you lying on the ground in armor, and I thought you were looking down on us. I didn't expect that you were wearing such a tall armor..."

It seemed that he couldn't find a suitable adjective. Jigoro pondered for a while and made a gesture with his hand.

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Thank you, I was insulted.

The deep emotions that had been brewing for a long time could no longer be connected at this moment, and a few black lines appeared on Renzai's head.

You are not much better.

The least in the team The one who has the right to say that is Lord Kuwashima.

But there is no need to argue with him. Jinzai stroked the long sword at his waist and was in a low mood.

Although he looked very healthy, the other party was already dying. It was just that the last step had to be completed by himself.

Obviously...

I don't want to be stained with the blood of my companions again.

Looking at Jinzai who was hesitating, Jigoro walked up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Jinzai, it must be uncomfortable for you to kill your companions with your own hands. You are obviously afraid of blood, but you have to do it. I can understand your feelings."

Raising his head in surprise, Jinzai asked in surprise, not realizing that his emotions were written on his face.

"Lord Kuwashima, how did you see that? ”

“Do you still need to see it? Because you really look like a person. You write all your emotions on your face. Hahahaha…”

Jigoro suddenly laughed, and Jinsai looked puzzled.

“It’s my grandson. That kid is as timid as you. He doesn’t want to train every day, and he’s also very lustful…”

“He only mastered one sword style of Thunder Breathing. He doesn’t even dare to open his eyes when killing demons…”

“Hey, when it comes to this kid, it’s really…”

Kuwajima Jigoro couldn’t help laughing again after listing a series of Zenitsu’s shortcomings.

Yozento Jinsai had a few black lines on his face.

Except for being afraid of blood and not having a talent for breathing, he and the yellow-haired boy are completely different!

The laughter gradually subsided, and Jigoro sighed.

“But, that kid is my pride. "

The old man slowly came down and sat opposite Huangquandu Renzhai.

The dry hand covered the back of the other's hand, pulling Renzhai to hold the long sword tightly.

"Renzhai, I believe you are the same, so please believe in yourself."

Renzhai's pupils suddenly widened. In close contact, he could feel the endless warmth from the old man's dry hands.

Without reading the charges, both of them tacitly avoided the topic of Xiaoyue.

"Mr. Kuwashima, do you have any unfulfilled wishes now?"

"About myself, I have nothing to say, and no regrets. After all, I am a sinner now."

Kuwashima Jigoro raised his head, squinted his eyes and thought seriously.

He twisted two petals of gray beard with his left hand, and his face was slightly red.

"But it is true that people will be reluctant to give up when they are old. I have another uninvited favor and hope you can agree. "

The old man suddenly smiled at Huangquandu Renzhai in an embarrassed way.

"If there is a chance, I hope you can help me take care of that useless grandson."

Renzhai sighed, feeling a little depressed.

"Please rest assured, I remember."

"One hour is really short, but Kuwajima Jigoro would like to thank you in advance..."

The dry hand suddenly exerted force, and under the huge force that Renzhai could not resist, the long knife instantly sank into the old man's heart.

Warm blood splashed out.

Huangquandu Renzhai pulled his hand out and was silent for a while.

His hand was completely covered by the old man's dry palm

, without a drop of blood.

"I am a weak person with sins on my hands, and the sword on my waist will only swing at my companions."

"I have neither enough strength nor the right to protect others."

"So..."

The lights went out one by one, and the dim quiet room was now dark.

"For the Demon Slayer Corps, for the pride of being able to protect myself with my own hands."

The black lightning flashed, and the hoarse voice echoed in the dark room.

"The former Sound Pillar, the best trainer of the Demon Slayer Corps, Mr. Jigoro Kuwashima."

"Please once again..."

"Stand up."

(My understanding of the Japanese shrine maiden culture is hearsay, please forgive me if it is unreasonable. The Demon Slayer Corps has four imperial tools, three of which have been used, and the remaining one is in the sword forging village)