Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Simple wooden boards separated the natural hot springs. Looking out, the hazy water vapor blurred the moonlight.

Several big men in white bathrobes, holding wooden basins on one side, and wearing wooden clogs walked into the men's bath.

A circle of milky white pebbles was built. A young man leaned against the hot spring, and refreshments were placed on the floating wooden board in front of him.

"Xuan Mi, what a coincidence!" Tanjiro greeted with a smile, after all, the other party's cockscomb was too iconic.

"Huh?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Xuan Mi turned his head and looked, and immediately laughed. There were quite a lot of acquaintances.

"Everyone is here, come on, it's super comfortable!"

He patted the steaming water surface and urged.

Several people entered the water, and they all made comfortable humming sounds, as if they buried their bodies in the warm sun made of water, and every cell was cheering.

Time passed quickly while chatting while soaking in the hot spring.

Although they didn't get to join the mixed bath, Fei Yuzhen was in a good mood and went to bed early.

The next morning, after getting up and washing, he had breakfast provided by the Swordsmith Village.

After breakfast, he wandered around the village. When he passed a forest, he heard the voices of an acquaintance and a stranger.

"Thank you, Tanjiro. If it weren't for you, Yuichi Zero-style would have been torn down by that poisonous-tongued kelp-head."

"It doesn't matter. Besides, Yuichiro is actually a good person. He's just merciless, but he has a sharp tongue and a soft heart!"

Tanjiro explained that if he hadn't been with Muichiro for a long time, he would probably hate him when they first met.

"What? Just a hateful poisonous-tongued man, hum!"

Fei Yuzhen went there when he heard the voice, because he heard the four words "Yuichi Zero-style". If I remember correctly, there should be a knife there.

It's Yuichiro Tsugukuni's sword.

Through the sparse branches, under the mottled light and shadow, a puppet with six arms stood quietly in the light and shadow.

The craftsman who made this puppet was very skilled, and it was made very lifelike. From a distance, it looked like a living person standing there.

The crimson horsetail swayed in the wind, and a dead object exuded a strong sense of oppression.

Xiao Tie happened to see Tiandao Feiyuzhen not far away. His pupils shrank and he looked extremely shocked.

The branches swayed in the wind, and Feiyuzhen's tall figure was looming, with the same crimson horsetail and the same oppressive aura.

At this moment, Xiao Tie had an illusion that the puppet passed down from his ancestors was alive.

Finally, the golden eyes collided with Xiao Tie's eyes, Feiyuzhen waved his hand, smiled and said:

"Hello!"

"Hello...Hello!"

In the blink of an eye, Feiyuzhen had come close.

Xiaotetsu's eyes moved between Touma, Tanjiro and the puppet, and his mouth under the fire man mask opened into an "O" shape.

The same hair color, the color of fire, the temperament as warm as the sun.

It is impossible to say that these two people have nothing to do with the puppet.

"Are you two brothers?" Xiaotetsu suddenly asked.

"No, no, no, brother Zhen is my guide and the goal I pursue!" Tanjiro waved his hand and explained.

"Oh!"

"By the way, don't you want to fight with the puppet?" Touma looked at Tanjiro with a burning look and asked.

"This... this is not good!" Tanjiro shook his head. He talked with Xiaotetsu for a while and knew that the puppet was inherited from his ancestors.

"It's okay, I think this is fate!"

"You may be the destined person mentioned in the ancestor's diary!"

"If it's just a battle, it's fine!"

"You are not that hateful kelp head!"

Because Fei Yuzhen and the other two have the same hair color as Yuichi Zero, Xiaotie has a natural sense of closeness to them.

After a while, the two followed Xiaotie to a secluded yard.

This is Xiaotie's home. At present, he is the only one left in their family.

Moreover, the manufacturing method and maintenance manual of Yuichi Zero have been lost, and even Xiaotie, the successor, can only do some simple maintenance.

As time goes by, Yuichi Zero will eventually turn into dust.

While debugging the Yuichi Ten-style, Xiaotetsu introduced it with a tone full of pride:

"You two, Yuichi Ten-style is the pinnacle of my ancestor. It was made in imitation of a swordsman. That was a very strong swordsman. Only six arms could fully display his sword skills!

But due to years of disrepair and the loss of the repair manual, the puppet can no longer exert its peak strength.

If it can help you two, it has also fulfilled its mission. After all, the color of your hair is very similar."

While talking, Xiaotetsu has completed the debugging. He looked at Tanjiro and asked, "Do you need to replace the sword with a wooden sword for practice?"

"If it's a real sword, it won't hurt you, right?"

TanjiroJiro pulled out the Nichirin sword that the village chief had temporarily equipped him with. The black blade flashed with cold light. He smiled gently and said:

"I'm not that fragile, Xiaotetsu!"

"Really?"

"Then let's get started!" Xiaotetsu took out a key, and the gears made a creaking sound as they turned...

Yuichi Zero Style moved.

Xiaotetsu ran to the side quickly, and Feiyuzhen also took a few steps back. He didn't intend to take action, after all, this puppet couldn't withstand his sword.

At this moment, the only one closest to the puppet was Tanjiro, and he naturally became the target of attack.

Yuichi Zero Style was as fast as the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it came in front of Tanjiro, and this step made the latter feel very familiar.

As the six arms swung together, in an instant, a circular trajectory of blade wind fell.

Sun Breathing·One Form·Round Dance.

Tanjiro's pupils shook, and his breathing became rapid. Yuichi Zero Style actually used the initial breathing method.

He quickly adjusted his stance, and a red flame burst out from the black blade, and the same sword was swung out.

Fire God Kagura·Yuuu.

Under the swaying shadows of the trees, the red ring illuminated the ground.

Clang——

A crisp sound of golden swords echoed, and the six swords fell suddenly like meteors without any emotion.

The red afterimage danced in the empty courtyard, and there was no gap between each move, only the most sharp slash.

All the twelve styles of Sun Breathing were swung out, and Tanjiro was fully able to deal with it.

Just when he thought that the tenth style of Sun Breathing would change the sword skills, the moves returned to the round dance.

Fei Yuzhen, who was watching the battle, laughed. The thirteenth style of Sun Breathing was the Sun Breathing itself.

When the current twelve styles are connected, the perfect cycle is the strongest attack.

The reason why he didn't tell Tanjiro was because others said it was far less than what he understood.

Through the 10th Style of Enlightenment, he hopes that Tanjiro can understand the beauty of the Sun Breathing.

As the 10th Style of Enlightenment, Kotetsu was already dumbfounded. Although he didn't understand sword skills, he could see roughly that Tanjiro and the doll were using the same thing.

Perhaps Tanjiro was the destined person mentioned in the diary.