Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

"A-choo!"

"A-choo!"

Touma sneezed twice in a row, frowned, and said to himself:

"Which bastard scolded me, tsk!"

He stretched and pushed open the door of the wooden house. Without waiting to see the person inside, he smiled and said: "Tanjiro, I came to see you. Are you surprised or not?"

Tanjiro: (◦˙▽˙◦)

"Brother Zhen!"

Hotsuka Tetsutsuka: (▼皿▼#)

He didn't care whether Tanjiro promised or not, and quickly took out two kitchen knives from his arms and roared,

"Touma, you dare to appear in front of me, I'll kill you!"

"Ahhh——"

"Fuck!"

Touma turned and ran, he sighed helplessly, why was Mr. Tetsutsuka here too?

"Brother, didn't you agree to forgive me last time?"

"Besides, I don't know how many years ago the knife was broken, it shouldn't be that serious!"

"You bastard, last time is last time, this time I must kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a kitchen knife spinning at high speed passed by Touma's face. Fortunately, the latter was good enough, otherwise he would have died young.

Tanjiro sat in the living room blankly, watching the two people's backs gradually going away, and he swallowed hard.

Now there is another reason to become stronger, that is, not to be killed by Mr. Katsuzuka.

After a while, Katsuzuka Hotaru returned to the cabin with a large bag of Mitarashi balls, and Touma's shoulder was still stuck with a kitchen knife.

"Brother Shin, are you...are you okay?" Tanjiro asked, stammering in fear.

Fei Yuzhen waved his hand and pulled out the kitchen knife expressionlessly. A column of blood spurted out. He replied: "Small problem, after this chop, he won't be able to chop next time."

He pressed the blood column back as if nothing had happened and said: "Tanjiro, draw your sword and see!"

"Oh oh oh!"

"I'll pull it out right away!"

The moment he held the handle of the knife, the hot eyes of the steel zuka hotaru stared at him. As the snow-white blade gradually came out of the sheath, the sun wheel sword began to change color.

I saw a layer of black ripples as thick as ink, slowly spreading from the blade that was shining with cold light.

The black ripples seemed to have their own life. First, they began to emerge from the place where the blade and the handle were closely connected, and then like a smart black snake, they meandered along the blade and quickly spread to the tip of the blade without any hindrance.

A long sword that was completely black was in sight.

"What's going on?"

"Shouldn't the sword of our Shuihu lineage be blue?"

Tanjiro's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. He didn't understand why his sword turned black.

"What the hell is this? It's so ugly, tsk!"

Hotsuka Kotsuzuka was disappointed for a moment. He stared at Tanjiro and his hand unconsciously reached to his chest.

"Brother, don't rush to draw your sword!"

Touma held his hand and explained: "According to the ancient books I read, if the founder of the breathing method did not use the ability of the stripes, the blade of the Nichirin Sword would also be black."

"This is probably related to the Kagura Dance of the God of Fire that has been passed down from generation to generation in your Kamado family!"

"Is that so!" Tanjiro looked at Touma eagerly with a sense of sudden enlightenment.

"Then I have to work harder and use the Kagura Dance as soon as possible!"

"Brother Shin, I heard that you know all the breathing styles, so what color was your knife in the first place?"

Before he could answer, Hotaru Tetsuzuka was the first to answer: "Colorful, it's ten thousand times uglier than your black knife!"

"I really don't know what sin I committed in my previous life to meet you two hateful guys!"

"Damn it!"

Hotaru Tetsuzuka cursed, but finally put the kitchen knife back.

After a round of severe warnings and threats, he left Sagiri Mountain.

Touwa Shin was also passing by after completing a mission, so he didn't stay for long. He left after a few simple instructions.

At sunset, Urokodaki Sakonji came from the horizon covered with red clouds, carrying a wooden box on his back.

Tanjiro greeted him with a smile. He couldn't wait to share what happened today with his master.

"Master, my sword has arrived, and Brother Shin has been here too. Also, what did you do when you were out?"

Urokodaki Sakonji handed the box behind him to Tanjiro and said softly, "Try it and see if it fits?"

"Yes!"

Although he didn't know why the master made the box, he still did it, and the size fit perfectly.

"Let's go, let's talk in the room!"

"Okay!"

The master and the apprentice sat opposite each other by the fire, and Urokodaki Sakonji pointed at the box and explained, "This box is for Nezuko, and it's made of mist spruce. This kind of wood is very light and coated withAfter the rock paint, the outer side will become hard and the strength will be improved. "

"Your team uniform and the Sun Blade are in hand. It is estimated that you will start the mission tomorrow. Nezuko can't leave you. This box is a departure gift from your master. "

After listening to the master's explanation, Tanjiro's eyes were red. He was about to stand up and bow when he was stopped by Mr. Urokodaki. The other party said: "You don't have to be like this all the time. I am your master. This is what I should do. If you want to repay me, take Nezuko with you and work hard together!"

"Yes! Master! "

Tanjiro's tone was extremely firm.

Suddenly, the door behind him opened, and a chubby little hand stretched out, and then the tiny Nezuko jumped out.

She was like an exquisite porcelain doll, with a small and exquisite figure, and looked about the size of a three or four-year-old child.

The pair of light pink eyes were like the bright stars in the night sky, clear and pure. The long eyelashes were like two small fans, gently waving, adding a bit of agility and playfulness.

"Nezuko, come and try the box that the master prepared for you!"

"Hmm~" She tilted her head and blinked curiously.

Soon, she responded to her brother and jumped into the wooden box, which was very suitable.

"Not bad, not bad! "Seeing that Nezuko liked it very much, Urokodaki Sakonji's voice seemed to be a little bit more ambiguous.

At dawn the next day, a crow flew into the wooden house in Sagiri Mountain. It was Tanjiro's crow, named Tennoji Matsuemon.

Of course, this name was given by Uemon himself.

It landed steadily on the chest of the sleeping Tanjiro, pecked at his forehead a few times, and then shouted at the top of its voice:

"Nannandong, Nannandong, there is a ghost, there is a ghost!"

"Tanjiro, don't sleep, it's time to set off!"

"Mission, do the mission quickly, how long are you going to sleep!"

After a verbal bombardment, Tanjiro sat up suddenly, he quickly put on his clothes, sorted out his equipment, said goodbye to his master, and embarked on a new journey with a box on his back.

The first ray of morning light fell, giving the running boy a layer of golden light.

The road is right under your feet!