Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Headquarters.

Four people, one big and three small, were sitting by the pond in the yard, fishing.

"Kyojuro, you have achieved the goal you set for yourself, congratulations!" Yoya sat cross-legged, his voice still so encouraging.

Kyojuro couldn't help laughing, he said excitedly: "Yes, thank you for giving me this opportunity!"

"Brother, you are much luckier than me!" Feiyuzhen stared at the water and sighed and complained, his path to promotion was the most difficult.

Suddenly, one of the four fishing rods vibrated slightly, and Makijuro glanced at the three little ghosts next to him proudly, and said proudly:

"I caught a fish, hahaha!"

There were only four people today, so it was not a formal meeting, just a gathering, and there was no distinction between the main and the secondary.

However, the Rengoku family inherited the name of the Flame Pillar, and Feiyuzhen came over.

Makijuro took off the hook, looked at the pool that he could see the edge of, and murmured:

"In the blink of an eye, since the old lord took over, I have been the Flame Pillar for 25 years. It's time to retire!"

The Demon Slayer Corps of his era was on the decline, and there were very few Pillar-level swordsmen. If the Demon Slayer Corps was compared to a long staircase, his era was the second to last step.

Then came the Demon Slayer Corps after Ubuyashiki Yoshiya inherited it, and it completely fell to the last step.

Makijuro never thought that falling was just the beginning of standing up.

To be honest, the big stone that had been weighing on his heart disappeared.

He withdrew his eyes from the water and looked to the side beside him. The three high-spirited young men were just like him when he was young. How could people not like them?

"Kyojuro!"

"I'm here, father!"

Makijuro picked up the fish. It was strange that the four of them had been fishing here for two hours. It was easy to catch fish in a small pond, but he was the only one who caught fish.

"This one is for you, take it!"

"Huh?"

Kyojuro's golden red eyes trembled. He had never seen such a strange way of holding a fish, let alone such a serious father.

The atmosphere of the Rengoku family is always cheerful. The enthusiasm as bright as the midday sun comes from Rengoku Makijuro, because Makijuro's father is also like that.

In this way, from generation to generation, the Rengoku lineage has been passed down from the Warring States Period to the present.

In the history of the Demon Slayer Corps, there are almost vacancies in the five basic breathing methods in each generation, but the name of the Flame Pillar has never been cut off.

Makijuro's way of holding the fish is indeed strange. He holds the fish in both hands, as if he is holding a rare treasure.

His expression is serious and pious, which is an expression rarely made by a person who always laughs.

Seeing this, Yaoya and Feiyuzhen stood up and silently stepped aside.

In front of them were father and son, the Rengoku family who had fought on the front line of demon slaying for generations, and the demon hunters who illuminated the night with blazing flames.

At this moment, it was not a fish, it was a ceremony called inheritance, which was as heavy as Mount Tai.

Kyojuro stretched out his hand and took the fish meticulously. He took over the responsibility of his generation of the Rengoku family.

Makijuro looked at his lord, and Yaoya smiled and nodded, and he looked at his eldest son again.

"Kyojuro, from today on, you are the Flame Pillar!"

So far, Rengoku Makijuro, who had been slaying demons for 25 years, has retired to the second line, and the new Flame Pillar has taken office.

The Flame Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, Rengoku Kyojuro.

"Father, I will never disgrace my ancestors!" Kyojuro stared with his piercing eyes, the hottest flame burning in his eyes, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice.

"Hahaha!" The seriousness on Makijuro's face disappeared, replaced by a hearty laugh, "Come on, son!"

"Okay, I'm going home to accompany my wife!" Makijuro stood up and walked towards the door. He felt good without the burden on his body.

The moment he stood up, the other three fishing rods moved, and the three young people caught fish.

"Uncle, we caught a fish!" Fei Yuzhen shouted.

Makijuro slowly turned around, and saw a golden light shining from behind him, the sunlight was soft and warm.

He stood there quietly, and every hair on his body was dyed with a layer of light golden light, which looked particularly dazzling.

The sunlight passed through the older generation and fell on the three young men.

In a trance, Makijuro seemed to see a road, a brand new road, so he laughed and left.

Although the future is not in his hands, the future is behind him.

After eating at Ubuyashiki's house, Feiyu ran to Chouya happily. This place was almost his home.

He pushed open the door excitedly and ran into Fuzugawa Shiya who was leaving in a hurry.

"Ouch!"

"It hurts, it hurts!” Fei Yuzhen covered his forehead in pain, and Shiya did the same.

Shiya half-opened his team uniform, revealing his tight muscles, and Fei Yuzhen complained in his heart.

I didn't expect Shiya to be an exhibitionist at this time, tut tut tut!

But in addition to the muscles, there were several bandages wrapped around his chest, and there were blood stains on them.

"Shiya, your injury is not healed, right?"

"Okay, anyway, it doesn't matter, let me out quickly, otherwise it will be too late in a while!" Shiya walked out the door while complaining, "The one called Kanae in the Butterfly House is too annoying..."

Before he finished, a female voice mixed with anger sounded, and even Fei Yuzhen on the side was startled.

"Too troublesome, is it? !"

"No, I... that I just want to go home to see... my mother! "

Kanae put her hands on her hips, stared at Shimi with a fake smile, and said:

"Auntie Fuzugawa came here half an hour ago!"

"Does Fuzugawa miss his mother so much?"

"Didn't we agree that he can be discharged the day after tomorrow?"

Kanae's words made Shimi want to hit him, but he didn't dare. It was just two cuts by a ghost, so he didn't need to rest for so many days.

Somehow, he felt unsure when facing the person in charge of the Butterfly House, and he couldn't be fierce.

"That... I... I was just passing by, ahahaha!" Feiyuzhen scratched his head. He wanted to run away immediately. After all, Sister Hui in the doctor's form was scarier than a ghost.

"Zhen, you habitual offender, don't think you can ignore the doctor's advice just because you have a good physique!"

"Sister Hui, you are unreasonable!"

"Miss Butterfly, I'm really fine!"

"No, go back to your ward! "Kanae whispered softly, but her tone was more frightening than the heaviest tone.

"Ah!" Shimi was scared, he walked back with a sigh, he was just a little bit short.

"Sister Hui, I'm not a patient, I'm just passing by!" Fei Yuzhen rubbed his hands innocently, and moved towards the door with a smile.

"Master Daozhu, are you very free?"

"Go and turn over the dried medicinal materials!"

"Okay!"

Fei Yuzhen's feet were covered with red-gold arcs, and disappeared in an instant.