I, Umo Tengen bravely venture into the world of Naruto

Tsujimu Onimus died tragically at the sword of Enichi Tsukuni.

It's like his circulating solar breath.

Thousands of years ago, Tsuji Muzan was lucky enough to survive from his sword.

But thousands of years later, it still died under his sword.

The thousand-year dispute between the Demon Slayer Corps and the evil spirits finally came to an end at the moment when Demon Dance Tsuji Mu was tragically annihilated.

The swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps who witnessed all this looked at Enichi Tsukuni who stood still after swiping his sword.

The soft moonlight shines on his body, the swordsman under the moon, this invincible figure, even though he knows that Enichi Jiguo seems to be one of his own.

But inexplicably, the swordsmen present still looked nervous, and no one dared to step forward.

Ji Guoyuan lowered his head, still looking at the old bamboo flute in his hand.

Killing Demon Wu Tsuji Muzan seemed to be a trivial matter to him.

"Brother..." Jiguo Yuanyi murmured in his mouth, and his cracked face showed sadness.

No one knew what he was thinking, and no one knew what happened between him and his brother on that blood moon night.

Except Tanjiro.

In his dream, Tanjiro once dreamed about Enichi's successor as his ancestor.

His ancestor Tanjiro and Mr. Enichi were undoubtedly close friends, and Tanjiro also knew that the bamboo flute in his hand was a gift personally given to him by Mr. Enichi's brother.

Tanjiro could clearly smell the smell of sadness emanating from Enichi Tsukuni. This smell seemed to be in memory of his lost relatives.

Tanjiro, who had his entire family murdered by Mutsuji Onimai, with only his Nezuko surviving, knew this very well.

Therefore, even the swordsmen around him did not dare to act rashly.

Still wearing a gentle smile, he quickly ran to Jiguo Enichi's side.

"Mr. Enichi!" Tanjiro said in a gentle tone and took the initiative to greet Stepkuni Enichi.

Hearing Tanjiro's familiar voice, Tsukikuni turned around slightly and saw the familiar face in his memory.

"Tanji?"

Tsukuni Yuen was startled for a moment, but at the same time he saw his own Nichiwa earrings on Tanjiro's earlobes.

Although the young man in front of him looks similar, his age and aura are completely different.

As soon as Tsukuni Enchan came to his senses, he glanced at the sword he once held in Tanjiro's hand.

"Are you... Tanji's child?"

Jiguo Enichi, who was reincarnated by the dirty soil, obviously has no concept of time.

But he still knew very clearly that he had returned to the world by some special means.

"What on earth did that man call me for?"

"Or, the Demon Slayer Corps asked him to give me a chance to make up for the mistakes I made back then..." Enichi Tsukuni thought in his heart.

Tanjiro in front of him heard Enichi's question.

Without any concealment, he answered honestly: "Well, Mr. Yuanyi, I am a descendant of Tanji's ancestor."

"You have actually passed away for hundreds of years."

"As for how you recovered..."

Tanjiro originally wanted to say that he was resurrected, but Enichi Tsukuni's current state didn't look like he was resurrected.

He had no idea how Mr. Yuanyi returned to the world, and he immediately swallowed back the words he had not yet finished speaking.

"What's wrong?" Ji Guoyuan cast a questioning look.

Seeing this, Tanjiro didn't even know how to answer.

That's when Tanjiro was in trouble.

call out!

The sound of teleportation sounded.

Six figures appeared next to Tanjiro.

The three Utsuo Tengen who had just left, plus the Demon Slayer Corps' lord Yoya Utayashiki, Tamashi and Yushirou who were following her.

"Let me answer it." Yaoya took the initiative to say to Enichi Tsukuni.

At the same moment, Tanjiro also received a reassuring look from Uzuki Tengen.

"Well, Mr. Enichi, I'm sorry that hundreds of years later, I still need you to help the Demon Slayer Squad personally eliminate Demon Dance Tsuji Muzan."

Yaoya's attitude was very respectful. After all, what was in front of him could be said to be the true origin of the Demon Slayer Breathing Swordsman.

"Would you like to destroy Mukai Demon Tsuji with your own hands?" Tsukikuni shook his head, "This is not much help. After all, this is the mistake I made back then."

As soon as Jiguoyuan finished speaking, his eyes left Yaoya's body. Judging from his appearance, he seemed not to want to delve deeper into this issue.

"I'm sorry..." Ubuyashiki Yōya took the initiative to sincerely apologize to Stepkuni Enichi.

Hearing his voice, Jiguo Enichi also knew that he shouldn't have such an attitude.

He sighed, turned his head and asked, "Are you the current patriarch of the Ubuyashiki family?"

"Yes, Mr. Enichi, my name is Uyashiki Yoshiya, and I am the current Lord of the Demon Slayer Corps."

Yoya introduced himself to Enichi Stepkuni, and at the same time, he bowed respectfully to Enichi Stepkuni directly as the Lord of the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Thanks to you, thank you very much for helping the Demon Slayer Squad eliminate Demon Dance Tsuji Muzai."

"Originally, as the Lord of the Demon Slayer Corps, I wanted to invite you to return to the Demon Slayer Corps."

"But Demonbutsuji Muzan is dead. In a world without evil spirits, there seems to be no need for the Demon Slayer Corps to exist..."

Jiguoyuan nodded. Although Yaoya said it easily, he could still guess what kind of disaster the ghost dance Tsuji Mukai had brought to the world after his death.

The elimination of Onimusuji Mukai was just a way for him to make up for his mistake of not killing Onimusuji Muzan back then.

The members of the Demon Slayer Corps who have been protecting the human world for thousands of years deserve the greatest credit.

"Fortunately, you are there to prevent evil spirits from harming the world..."

Tsukuni Enichi accepted Yaoya's bow and thanked him, and at the same time, he also saw the familiar figure in his memory who had been standing behind Yaoya.

"Mr. Yuanyi, long time no see."

Zhu Shi looked into Shangyuan Yi's eyes, and there was a strange color in her gentle lavender eyes.

"Well, long time no see."

People of the same era, of course, need to be explained more clearly by another person of the same era.

Just when Zhu Shi and Ji Guoyuan started talking.

Yaoya, who was standing beside them, also turned around and waved gently to the swordsmen behind him.

There was a Hexi smile on his face, and he felt the warmth in his smile.

Finally, all the swordsmen present relaxed their vigilance.

The feeling of joy suddenly surged into my heart.

Onimai Tsujimu died tragically.

They finally won.

"we won!"

"Great, Mr. Iguro! We win!"

At the moment when she relaxed, Kanroji Mitsuri laughed and subconsciously opened her arms to embrace Iguro Kobanai, who had been standing beside her since the beginning of the battle.

"Ganlu Temple, I..."

The fragrant wind came, and it was clear that the object of his deep love was right in front of him, but Ihei Xiaobane lowered his head, feeling inferior and wanted to move away from his body.

"boom!"

At this moment, colorful fireworks bloomed in the sky in the town next door.

The explosion of fireworks stunned Iguro Kobanai.

The next second, the soft fragrance came into my arms, and what came into view was the girl's blooming smile.

"Everyone!"

Yu Zhuan Tianyuan's voice came from the distance.

The pig-headed boy and the yellow-haired boy carrying the celebration clothes ran in front of everyone.

"Put on your clothes quickly!"

"The gorgeous celebration is about to begin!"