Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

Chapter 4 No one is born as a tool

The night was dark.

The waning moon turned across the sky.

The light is like a gauze covering the sea of ​​purple flowers.

Itachi and Tanjiro crossed the rugged mountain road and finally arrived at a flat ground, where dozens of young men with knives at their waists had already gathered, some of them were vicious, some of them were eager to try.

Tanjiro looked around excitedly.

He kept muttering something in his mouth.

Itachi was very peaceful, leaning against the vermilion pillar, staring at the two figures standing under the torii gate.

It should be a pair of twin sisters, one with black hair and the other with white hair, carrying a lantern and vacant eyes.

Other than that, a young man with yellow haori and yellow hair is a little bit eye-catching, huddled in a corner with a frightened look on his face.

Corresponding to him is a girl in a pink coat with a high ponytail and purple eyes.

She stands under the gorgeous wisteria flowers, her eyes are downcast, like an independent peony.

"Hi everyone, thank you all for gathering here tonight to participate in this year's final selection." With an indifferent voice, the black-haired girl standing under the torii opened her lips.

"Many ghosts captured alive by the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Squad are imprisoned in this vine attack mountain, but please rest assured that they will never be able to escape from this mountain."

"After all, from the foot of the mountain to the halfway up the mountain, there are wisteria flowers that ghosts hate most all year round." The white-haired girl's voice was equally cold.

"But from here onwards, there are no more wisteria flowers, so ghosts can naturally move without restriction."

"And everyone needs to survive here for seven days."

"Survival is the qualification condition for the final selection."

"It's not too late, everyone, please."

The twin sisters opened the prelude to the final selection with your words and my words.

The faces of all the swordsmen were tense, and each of their youthful faces showed more or less fear. No one moved forward, and they were all observing each other's movements.

"Tanjiro, please follow me after the assessment begins." Itachi held the Japanese sword on his waist, and was interrupted by Tanjiro before he finished speaking, who patted Itachi on the shoulder with a determined face.

"Don't worry, I will definitely protect you!"

Itachi froze for a moment, then smiled.

"Then let's go."

"Okay!" Tanjiro jumped away.

Itachi followed closely behind.

With the leader, a group of swordsmen jumped in immediately, and went through the torii gate to the gloomy forest.

The trees are vigorous, standing like a giant in the dark night.

Itachi and his party walked through at high speed, stepping on the mountain road and making a series of explosive noises.

"This guy is really passionate."

Itachi groaned in his heart.

The assessment for the final selection was to survive for seven days. Knowing that there were ghosts in the mountains, Tanjiro still went on a rampage blatantly, and didn't take ghosts seriously at all.

Although he has been in this world for half a year, he has never come into contact with creatures like ghosts, so he doesn't know their strengths.

Therefore, Itachi's muscles tensed up like the strings of a full moon. Once a crisis occurred, he would explode like a thunderbolt.

"The ghost's neck must be cut off!"

The last words of Ryodaki Sato resounded in his mind over and over again.

About 3 minutes later, Itachi and Tanjiro had gone deep into the mountainside, and the surrounding scenery became more and more wild, with wild jungle growing everywhere.

"This smell is a ghost!" Tanjiro stopped suddenly, and opened his nose to catch every smell in the air.

"Itachi, stand behind me!" Tanjiro's eyes were sharp, and he had already grasped the handle of the knife with one hand.

"Where? Where!"

"Above!" The two became alert almost at the same time.

Tanjiro pulled out the knife quickly with his eyes and hands, and at the same time his eyes moved upwards. An evil ghost with a ferocious face and hands like a sickle was crawling on the branches, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"Fresh flesh and blood!" With a piercing hiss, the evil spirit jumped down.

calm down!

Must be calm!

breathe!Focus on breathing!

Tanjiro gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and at the same time a gust of wind blew up, and the black figure swept up from behind him, heading straight into the sky.

puff!

Blood dripped down like rain.

Itachi erupted like thunder, drew his sword and beheaded in one breath.

"I am dead"

The head of the evil spirit fell to the ground together with its torso.

"Itachi, you are so powerful!" Tanjiro was stunned, and then his eyes were full of fire.

"Be careful!" Itachi's smile was immediately suppressed by Sen Leng, and he shot out again holding the blood-stained blade.

And a ghost!

Hiding in the bushes, he suddenly launched an attack when they were not prepared.

Another sharp blow.

Almost to the point where there is only an afterimage left.

Drenched in blood and flesh, decapitated.

Breathtaking beauty.

"It's too fast, it's not on the same level." Tanjiro lost his mind for a while.

What shocked him even more was how an 11-year-old child could do such a decisive killing, which was extremely tragic, and Itachi didn't even blink his eyes.

He stood on a pool of blood, holding the bloody Sun Wheel Knife, his face full of murderous intent.

"Itachi" Tanjiro whispered.

This child is full of secrets.

Itachi held the Sun Wheel Knife horizontally, exerting force in his palm, Chakra trembled with the blade, shaking off the filthy flesh and blood.

"It's okay, Tanjirou."

Itachi sheathed the knife and walked slowly.

"It's okay." Tanjiro nodded slightly, still in a daze.

"If Tanjirou makes a move, he must be much stronger than me." Itachi thought that Tanjirou was frustrated, so he comforted him.

"Itachi is a very powerful kid." Tanjiro didn't think any more, and rubbed Itachi's head.

"Let's find a place to rest first, and wait for the sun to come out."

"Okay." Itachi nodded.

The two walked side by side, and when they reached a fairly open area, leaning against a boulder, they sat down facing each other.

"Weasel."

"What's wrong?" Itachi raised his head.

"You don't look like an 11-year-old kid at all when you kill ghosts. You kill decisively, like a battle-tested veteran." Tanjiro's face was watery.

Itachi was startled, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I was born to be a tool."

"In Konoha, only those with strength will be recognized."

"Since I was born, I have been instilled with the idea that I must become stronger and become an excellent tool."

"We are victims of the family."

Itachi's voice was dry.

"No!"

"No!" Tanjiro shook his head.

"Where is someone born to be a tool! Each of us is unique, with our own consciousness and feelings, and our existence has always been for ideals and beliefs."

"Tools are not a flesh and blood soul."

Tanjirou's eyes shone with thin skylight.

"Really." The tip of the ferret's nose was a little sore.

The Uchiha clan was born with too many burdens. Every ethnic group is just a vassal and tool of the family. Those guys who sit high in the clan hall only care about how strong you are and whether you can become a handy weapon.

"Itachi, you know, I've always treated you like a younger brother."

"You are a gentle and sensible child."

As Tanjiro said, he was suddenly saddened, except for Nezuko, all his family members had died at the hands of ghosts.

"younger brother."

Itachi felt lost, he thought of his four-year-old brother and Shishui who was regarded as his elder brother.

Maybe there will never be a chance to meet again.

"Let's not talk about this," Tanjiro blinked vigorously, and immediately took out an apricot-colored flute from his waist, polished by pure wood, "Here, it's for you."

"Huh?" Itachi was a little at a loss.

Growing up so big, he hardly ever received gifts from others.

"It's a birthday present, take it quickly." Tanjiro took Itachi's hand and placed the wooden flute in the latter's palm.

"Thank you." Tears welled up in Itachi's eyes.

"You bastard, why are you still crying, you should be happy!" Tanjiro frowned.

"It was just a surprise."

"That should make me happier."

"Ah."

Under the dark night, Itachi and Tanjiro leaned against the boulder, laughing heartily.

(End of this chapter)