The journey of dragon transformation starting from Demon Slayer

It was obviously the first time they met, but he returned to the dojo with obvious sinner tattoos on his body.

After he woke up and spent some time together, he asked him to help take care of his frail daughter.

'Why... would you accept yourself as a sinner... Is it really okay to hand over a house with only my daughter to me, a sinner? '

'Because I have dealt with you as a sinner severely! So it’s okay! '

In this way, the other party didn't mind that he was a sinner and gave him a place to return to.

"My daughter is begging you!'

Looking at the girl staring at him with wide eyes, Yiwozuo slowly squatted down.

'Doesn't your injury matter? '

Upon hearing the girl's question, Yiwozuo's hand unconsciously touched his neck.

'I...'

Yiwozuo, who hesitated for a long time without being able to answer the girl's question, just squatted quietly next to the girl.

As the memory goes by, I don’t know how much time has passed.

It might be one year, it might be three years, it doesn’t matter.

As long as he can look at the girl in front of him, his restless heart will gradually calm down.

By myself...by this dojo...by the master...and Lianxue.

Saved.

Seeing the girl gradually improving from a weak body to a healthy one, Yi Wo Zuo once again stretched out her body, which had not moved in the past few years.

Because the girl can already live a normal life.

At the age of sixteen, she was no longer bedridden, and she and her younger self helped work in the courtyard.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yiwozuo was very pleased.

'That...Komaji! Can you come over here? And Lianxue too...'

The master waved with a smile, and his young self followed him without knowing why. Only the pretty face of the girl next to him was quietly covered with blush.

'Can you inherit this dojo? Koji...Lianxue also said that he likes you! '

Koji, who was sitting on his knees in the house, was about to listen to his master's instructions or the next task, when he suddenly froze on the spot.

With the sinner tattoo, I never had any decent expectations for the future, let alone a future where someone would like me.

However, maybe I can do what my father wrote in his letter.

Live a happy life.

In this way, the expectation that life can be restarted grew out of control.

But at that time, I never imagined that the two people I was protecting with my life would be brutally poisoned.

After visiting his father's grave and telling him that he was getting married, he returned to the ashram without stopping.

The time spent during this period is probably less than half a day.

On the way back to the dojo, I suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, after returning, he was informed that Lianxue and his master had been poisoned and killed.

The future is gone, and the people worth protecting are quietly falling between the fingers like sand.

In the end, it's your decision.

revenge!

The execution office kept detailed records of the brutal killings at that time.

After the father and daughter of Soryu Dojo were poisoned, one of the surviving disciples attacked a nearby Kendo Dojo and killed sixty-seven people in the dojo.

The murder weapon was.

unarmed.

Yes, when I was young, I no longer had expectations for the future.

Even if the other party has weapons, he still doesn't care.

The head is destroyed, the internal organs are destroyed.

None of the remains intact in the massacre could be found.

Chin, brain, eyeballs, hands and feet, internal organs.

Sputtering like hell onto the walls and ceiling.

The only remaining maid also went crazy because of the hellish scene she had witnessed.

In the end, I was walking down the street as if I had lost my soul. I met Tsuji Muzan, who came to check on the rumors of ghosts in a place where there were no ghosts.

'Just human... so boring...'

Looking at the human in front of him who was clamoring to kill him, Wu Kai suddenly became interested.

A piercing hand knife directly penetrates the opponent's brain and delivers a large amount of blood.

'I want to create twelve powerful ghosts... Can you bear the amount of blood I give you...'

Just like that, the memory of the past came to an abrupt end.

The tumors on his neck kept squirming, and Yiwozuo, who had completed the regeneration of most of his head, finally saw the ghost hunter in front of him again.

"It actually reminds me of such boring memories..."

"Destruction and kill type!"

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'The neck is not a weak point... so where is the weak point...'

When the opponent's body began to squirm and recover, Purgatory Anjuro clenched the Nichirin Sword in his hand.

Although the fierce battle just now made the body uncomfortable, the evil ghost was not dead yet, so he had to fight to the end.

Xingjuro, who adjusted his breathing as quickly as possible, took a deep breath as he watched his stepson dodge the opponent's kicks in a thrilling way.

The reason why the ghost was able to continue fighting even after his head was beheaded was no longer important. Since the opponent cannot die, he must drag the battle until dawn.

I am Flame Pillar...I am Purgatory Anjuro!

You must fulfill your responsibilities.

Anyone here! No one can die!

"Breath of Fire·Mysterious Truth!"

Anjuro took a deep breath and looked at the evil ghost in front of him with a serious and dignified expression.

'Burn your soul and surpass your limits...'

Bang!

The heart beat violently, like a blower, driving the flame-like blood to the limbs and meridians.

"Type Nine·Purgatory!"

Bang! boom! ! !

With a strong step on his feet, Xingshourou, who disappeared in an instant, transformed into a huge flaming dragon and rushed towards the Yiwo Seat.

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boom! ! !

The moment the two came into contact, a huge explosion sounded, and the rising flames turned into a huge tornado. Yiwozuo's eyes widened as he felt the sharp blade entering his body.

'Anjuro...'

Seeing the other party's resolute expression and the fiery eyes, Yiwozuo suddenly smiled.

I remembered it myself.

This kind of look that wants to protect something is what I have most wanted to have.

After all, my former self could only talk nonsense. I couldn't protect anything I wanted to protect.

"Oh my god, I saw such interesting things when I came here... Are you going to lose, Mr. Yiwozuo?"

Shocked by the sudden sound, Xingjulang pulled out the Nichirin sword inserted into Yiwozuo and jumped back.

'Tongmo...'

When Yiwozuo saw who it was, he did not continue to attack Xingshou Lang.

I have recalled everything and there is no need to continue attacking.

Looking at his father and master in front of him, Yiwozuo knelt down.

After apologizing to his father and master in front of him, Yiwozuo struggled with the Wuhan will in his body.

Tong Mo also received instructions from Wu Ke at this moment.

'Hmm...take Mr. Yiwozuo back? '

'Well, I know! '

Slightly unfolding the iron fan, Tong Mo looked at Yiwo Zuo who was kneeling on the ground and suddenly saw something vaguely.

"Your Excellency Yiwozuo... seems to be being held by a cute girl..."

"I really want to taste her..."

Looking at the girl who seemed to be shrouded in hazy mist, Tong Mo licked his lips.

Little did he know that his words brought him an experience that he did not want to recall even in hell.