Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

As soon as Touma finished speaking, the door behind him was suddenly pushed open. Tanjiro, who had just woken up, had tears in his eyes. When he learned that his sister had a chance to turn back into a human, he felt like he had grasped hope.

"Brother Touma, Nezuko, can she...can she turn back?" His voice trembled, and the scene of Nezuko pushing him away was still vivid in his mind.

She shouldn't have become like that.

As the eldest son in the family, as a brother, and as a man, he blamed himself very much.

Touma slowly stood up, he stood face to face with Tanjiro, patted him on the shoulder, and said solemnly:

"Tanjiro, don't give up, even if there is little hope, but there is hope!"

"Also, don't blame yourself, you have done a good job, you want to protect your sister, she also wants to protect you!"

"Touma...Brother, I...I..." Tanjiro's tears could no longer be stopped. After all, he was just a twelve-year-old child, and he took on the responsibility of helping his mother to support the family at a young age.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not your fault, I will help you, everyone will help you!" Touma opened his arms, hugged the little boy, and comforted him softly.

On the side, Shinobu Kocho tilted her head, looked at the scene in front of her, raised the corner of her mouth, and said in her heart:

"My family is such a good man, the best man in the world, hahaha!"

Nezuko woke up at some point, perhaps feeling her brother's sadness, and came over to grab his hand.

A month later, headquarters.

Another house was built not far from Touma's mansion, which is now the house of the Kamado family.

Currently, only Giyu, Shinobu, the lord and himself know about Nezuko. At least a meeting of the pillars must be held to decide whether Nezuko should stay or go.

After all, she is not Tamayo, but just an ordinary ghost.

"Knock, knock, knock--"

After a knock on the door, Tanjiro's voice sounded, mixed with a little uneasiness, "Brother Touma, can everyone accept Nezuko like that?"

"Yes, I can guarantee you!" Touma opened the door and promised with a smile.

"Thank you!" Tanjiro bowed 90 degrees without hesitation. If Touma hadn't stopped him, the boy would have knelt again.

He always said something like the favor was too great and he was afraid he would never be able to repay it in this life, which made Touma very troubled.

"Don't play that game with me, kid. I've already said that we are destined to be together, and I volunteered to help."

"No, a favor is a favor..." Tanjiro was like a stubborn donkey, with a determined face, and Touma had to block his mouth with a tri-colored dango.

"Let's go, it's time for a meeting." He left quickly, not giving Tanjiro a chance to speak, "Also, everyone is actually very kind, don't worry."

A moment later, at the Ubuyashiki mansion.

Yoya sat in the main seat. Thanks to saving your life, he was not disfigured, but his body was getting weaker every year, but it was much stronger than the original plot.

At least there was no problem holding a meeting.

Except for Touma, the rest of the pillars have arrived, and the three newcomers, the Tokito brothers and Mitsuri, are at the last seat.

The current Demon Slayer Corps has a full fourteen pillar-level swordsmen, crushing any generation in history.

"Everyone, here I come!"

Touma walked into the gate, and Tanjiro followed behind with his head down. For some reason, he suddenly felt a lot of pressure. Everyone was said to be very friendly.

"Makoto, this can't be your long-lost cousin, right?" The activist, Santo, suddenly complained. After all, most of the people present had never seen Tanjiro.

"That's right, you two look at least 50% alike." Shinkomo touched his chin, and the husband and wife followed suit.

"Isn't he an orphan?" Obanai said doubtfully.

Giyuu looked like he wanted to say something but stopped, and finally chose to remain silent.

Tanjiro immediately broke out in a sweat, thinking that he would not cause trouble to his elder brother Touma, and hurriedly stood up to clarify.

He first put down the bamboo basket, then suddenly bowed 90 degrees, with a somewhat flustered tone, and said: "Hello everyone, my name is Tanjiro Kamado, and I am not the cousin of Brother Touma."

"Also, thank you all for saving my family, I will never forget your great kindness!"

"Thank you, thank you very much!"

"Oh!" Kyojuro appeared beside Tanjiro at some point, picked him up, and said cheerfully, "Young man, it is our duty to kill demons and save people, but I like your politeness, get up quickly!"

"Ahem!" Seeing the atmosphere was set at this point, Touma gave Yoya a look, and the other party smiled and nodded. He said, "Well, actually, I brought back another demon."

Hearing this, the pillars: (｀_´)ゞ

After a few seconds of silence, he scratched his head and said awkwardly: "Well, give me some advice!"

"Forget it, let me show you first!"

After that, Fei Yuzhen walked to the eaves facing everyone with a bamboo basket. He took Nezuko out and put her on the ground. Many pillars subconsciously grasped the hilt of their swords.

They had no ill intentions. After all, they had gone through the incident with Tamayo. It was just a simple instinctive reaction.

"Boss, don't mind if I dirty your floor!"

"It's okay! "Yaoya waved his hand, signaling him to do whatever he wants.

Feiyujin rolled up his sleeves, and then cut a hole in his arm with a knife. Fresh blood dripped along the blade. Nezuko smelled the blood, and the blood vessels around her eyes bulged.

He used the method of Shimi in the plot, but it was not so rough, and he had discussed it with Tanjiro in advance.

And for ghosts, his thin blood is more attractive than Shimi's. If Nezuko can hold back, it will be more persuasive.

After all, Nezuko is a ghost. Even if everyone trusts herself, it is inevitable that some people will be dissatisfied. Even if that emotion will account for a very small proportion, Feiyujin does not want that emotion to occur.

"Ahhh——"

Nezuko's ghost nature is awakening, and her human will is struggling.

Tanjiro below He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails were about to dig into his flesh, and he kept shouting in his heart.

Nezuko, you can't hurt Brother Feiyuzhen, absolutely not.

You can't hurt others!

In the blink of an eye, his forehead was covered with a layer of fine sweat beads, and his heart was pounding.

All the pillars' eyes gathered under the eaves. No one held a knife, and there was no murderous intent. They believed in Feiyuzhen, and believed that he would make the right judgment.

Feiyuzhen tightly grasped the handle of the knife. He was more nervous than anyone else. After all, this was happening in real time, and he was in charge of it himself.

Whether Nezuko would hurt people other than her family, whether she could bear the temptation of thin blood, everything was unknown.

If she could, everyone would be happy.

If not, he must kill the other party with his own hands.

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

"..."

The whole place was terribly quiet, with only the continuous ticking sound.