port no other

This proposal was not accepted by the two.

Ichiro's face didn't fluctuate, but Shanyi heard it from the heartbeat of the other party...

--dislike.

My wife Shanyi exploded in an instant, "What's going on! I don't want to train with this kind of brat!"

He subconsciously ignored the aura of the other party swinging the knife just now.

The apricot-haired boy grabbed Hong Xiang's sleeve, tugged at it, and whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty...can I..."

Hong Xiang smiled: "No."

Shanyi: "..."

Ichiro's empty eyes stared at the extremely close posture of the two, and regained focus.

Flicking the tail of his hair slightly, the young man grasped the handle of the knife, and after his eyes locked on the target, there was a sound of metal rubbing.

Clang——

The voice was infinitely elongated, and my wife Shanyi watched stiffly as the boy who was younger than him pulled out a gleaming knife...

It's a real knife with a sharp edge!

Students who study breathing method in Houshan are not allowed to have their own knives before leaving the teacher, and they usually use wooden knives for training.Occasionally, there will be a few famous families who have real knives, but they are all unsharp, otherwise what if they hurt their teammates.

A dark light flashed, extremely sharp.

The knife in that kid's hand has been cut!

Those who can get the sharpened sun wheel sword are all seniors who have passed the Wisteria Hanayama test and graduated!

So how to say, is this super stinky brat actually his senior!Mingming is still younger than him!

"Ichiro practiced his own "Kasumi Breath" at the age of 12, he is a very good person. "

The apricot-haired boy choked.

Just now...although it was very small, that brat's heart beat really fast.

It's a happy voice.

...What, it turned out to be really a brat.

He was actually happy because of His Majesty's praise.

——He also wanted his grandfather and the Emperor to praise him.

"Wait, Your Majesty the Emperor! I'm just going to fight him like this?" My wife Shanyi is empty-handed, at least a stick!

The blue pupils of the blond-haired youth let out a hint of mischief, "Oh, what if Shan Yi-kun encounters a ghost when his hands are empty?"

The boy's apricot-yellow hair color gradually faded from the root, and the whole person fell into a state of bleaching.

Subconsciously dodging Tokito Ichiro's slash, my wife Shanyi looked at the cracked rock and trembled.

The long-lost demon murmured into the eardrums, "...train well."

Shitou Ichiro and my wife Zenitsu had zero conversations. No matter how much Shanyi begged for mercy and gave in, the boy with mint blue hair turned a deaf ear and continued to wave the knife in his hand without stopping.

From a certain corner of Fengshan, a familiar call came——

"Yeah! I admit defeat! This swordsman, please stop!!"

Hong Xiang, who came to Shuishan, listened to the vague voice coming from the distance, and sighed unconsciously:

"It's really dynamic."

……

The blue eyes of the blond young man narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up, showing that he was in a good mood.

Rinaki Sakonji's expression under the mask of the tengu subconsciously softened. After serving a simple lunch for the Emperor, he went out to train the students again.

Hong Xiang glanced at the back room, and then looked back.

Zamon Tanjiro's secret was discovered when they first met, but the other party also saw clearly the Lei who followed Hongxiang.

Ryotaki Sakonji has the same sense of smell as Tanjiro, so he must not be able to hide the smell of ghosts on his body. His predecessor, Mizujo, has already discovered the fact that there are ghosts around Toko, but he has never asked about it.

As for Hehui's teacher...should I tell him?

Say it.

The blond youth blew a melodious whistle, and the long voice spread to the valley.

A few minutes later, an eagle howled outside the cabin, and Hong Xiang opened the window to let the black eagle in.

He stretched out one arm, and the black eagle flapped its wings, and landed on Hongxiang's body docilely.

Hong Xiang stood up, found a pen and paper from the room, spread it out, and wrote two words:

【come over】

With continuous strokes and no punctuation, the writing is extremely casual at first glance.

Rolling up the paper and stuffing it into the small tube tied to the eagle's leg, the letter is written and delivered in one go.

Zuo Jinji Rinaki had been writing letters with a brush, but it was because Hong Xiang brought the pen later that the small wooden house of Zuo Rinaki finally had a modern atmosphere.

He stretched out a finger to caress the black eagle's jaw, and rubbed against its sharp beak twice, "Go, I'm tired."

The howling sound came out of the water mountain, lingering in the sea of ​​clouds, and flew towards the imperial palace in the center of Tokyo.

He couldn't go out if he was tired during the day, the bright sun outside controlled his life and death, no matter how lowly a ghost was, he knew to hide in the shadows during the day.

The speed of the eagle was very fast. This black eagle, which had been domesticated by Hong Xiang and had a human nature, flew to the palace where Hong Xiang lived in a short while. After identifying it with sharp eyes, it flew into the side hall where Lei was.

The white-haired boy heard the howling of the eagle and looked up at the black eagle coming in from the outer window.

He can't bask in the sun, except for a window in the outer room of the side hall, no sunlight will come in.

The room was dark, but Tired saw the birds resting on the table at a glance.

That's a fatherly eagle.

The boy stepped forward and untied the small tube that Black Hawk deliberately revealed.

【come over】

tired:"……"

Hongxiang is working hard to reshape the three views of tiredness, but the worldview of ten-year-old children has basically taken shape, and Hongxiang has to give consideration to both rewards and punishments to refresh the perception of tiredness.

[Parents love their children, children listen to their parents]

Be obedient.

The white-haired boy saw the sunlight leaking through the gap, and frowned in disgust.

Asking him to go to the wisteria flower mountain under the sun... This is one step away from killing him.

After hesitating for a while, the boy still picked up the big black umbrella in the corner, propped it up slowly, and walked towards the sun with small steps.

Hong Xiang was startled when he saw that he was tired.

The boy in the white bathrobe pursed his lips, bit his tongue with his teeth, and almost stopped breathing.

It was daytime again when it was covered with wisteria flowers, and every step he walked was tormented, his stomach throbbed with pain, and the rejection made him almost unable to bear the desire to vomit.

It took all the boy's strength to follow the black eagle into the cabin, and the blond youth took him into his arms before he collapsed from exhaustion, "Why is it this time?"

The boy slowed down, the smell on his father's body diluted the nausea brought by some wisteria flowers, "Didn't you...you asked me to come?"

The young man blinked innocently, "Oh, I thought you would come back at night."

tired:"……"

Picking up one of the boy's arms, Hong Xiang really felt tired and weak, "Have you eaten well?"

Tired sneered.

The woman named Zhu Shi, she and another little ghost beside her can relieve hunger by relying on blood sediment to maintain life.

It is the rough extraction technology of this era that cannot produce essence tablets comparable to human blood, and the blood lake has many shortcomings, not all ghosts can accept it.

But with the blood precipitant, if it's just for survival, there is really no need to suck Hongxiang's blood if you are tired.

But now he was very tired, and he didn't have the energy to argue with his father.

The boy's body temperature was cold, so Hong Xiang had no choice but to hold his tired body in his arms, "You should get smaller."

Once Hong Xiang shrinks up, the space in his arms will be smaller, and a ten-year-old child is still a bit crowded.

When Zuo Rinaki finished his day's work for the last time and brought Tanjiro to visit his sister as usual, he found Kazuki hugging a ghost and playing with the ghost's hair wantonly.

Rinaki Sakinji: "..." Every time he feels that his psychological endurance is already very strong, this disciple will do things deeper than the lower limit to stimulate him.

Tanjiro was surprised by Toko's existence, "You are the one from yesterday!"

The predecessor, Mizuzuki, frowned calmly, "Tanjiro, this is very rude."

"Yes! I'm sorry! Mr. Lintaki!" The boy admitted his mistake in seconds.

The old man's tone was still serious, "The person you should apologize to is not old."

The boy with the flower earrings tried his best to recall that this young man said his name yesterday...

"He Hui." Zuo Zuo didn't know that the two had met each other the last time, so he directly reported Hong Xiang's name.

Tanjiro, who understood the meaning of the old man, took the words, "Please forgive my presumptuousness! Mr. Kazuki!"

Hong Xiang without saying a word: "..." Forget it, as long as you are happy.

For the first time, Lintaki Zuo knew that He Hui's nose was also very good, he could smell the ghosts on He Hui's body, and naturally He Hui could also smell the ghosts in the cabin.

And Hehui chose to bring that ghost here because he trusted his performance.

So……

"Tanjirou." Ryotaki Sakin said in a serious tone, "Hehui is also the old man's disciple, as you can see, he also has an oni..."

If you want to tell outsiders about Nezuko, it's better to ask Tanjirou.

"Yes, I know." Although it was only yesterday.

Tanjiro looked at his master and explained, "Lei is Mr. Kazuki's child."

Zuo Jinji: "...!!!" Oh, this old man just found out.

After obtaining Tanjiro's consent, the boy told about how his family members were killed by ghosts, and only his younger sister who survived became a ghost.

I don't know what kind of scars the two simple sentences left on the young man.

After listening, Hongxiang turned his neck, and deliberately looked carefully at the cabin next to Lintaki.

"Mr. Ryodaki's house is a bit broken."

——Isn't this the cabin you assigned him!

"I don't know how long the wind and rain can last."

——There is still some craftsmanship for old people to repair houses!

"If there is a crack in the wall and roof, my sister who can't resist will be reduced to ashes in the sun."

——That's also your fault, the Emperor, for providing poor-quality housing!

"Then let's do this!" Hong Xiang stopped stroking the cat, raised a finger and suggested, "How about taking my sister to the palace, and let a professional doctor see if there is any way."

Not eating people and falling into a deep sleep, this is another new [case].

Tanjiro was in a dilemma for a while.

He doesn't want to be separated from his sister, but as Mr. Hehui said, it's not a solution if Nezuko keeps falling asleep.

On the way to Tokyo City, Tanjiro heard that government medical experts are looking for a way to turn ghosts back into humans, but this requires a lot of research and experimentation, and there is no way yet.

But it is also necessary to ask a professional doctor to check on Nezuko's physical condition.

and--

There is no taste of lying.

Seeing Tanjirou's hesitation, Tomono took out a sign from his sleeve.

The sign has a metal frame and looks ordinary, but there are two large characters engraved on it:

【Jiaren】

On the reverse is the chrysanthemum emblem of the Japanese imperial family.

"Well, I'll give this to you." Hong Xiang threw the sign to the boy indifferently.

When Tanjiro caught it in a hurry, and when his brain froze because he saw the words clearly, Tokogo slowly began to explain:

"In the future, if you take your sister out, you will definitely be picked on by some ghost hunters. Just show them this sign."

The Emperor is the leader of the "Seven", and the Demon Slayer Squad also has friendly contacts. Even ordinary people have to kneel when they see this sign.

Jiaren's father, Meiji, paid great attention to imperial power and rituals. When Meiji was in power, he had already spread the idea of ​​"seeing the card is like seeing the emperor", which made Hong Xiang take a big advantage.

Tanjiro's hands and voice trembled, "Mr. Kazuki...you, no...you..."

Lei suddenly opened his eyes, and the shadow of his left eye was printed in the pale gray pupil, "he is here."

The boy's face remained calm, but the heart in his chest began to beat uncontrollably and rapidly.

Oni Wu Tsuji's blood flowed in his body, and when the blood felt the master's call, it began to boil involuntarily, and at the same time, it reminded Tiei that [that adult] was coming.

Oni Wu Tsuji can read the thoughts of ghosts at close range, and can also feel the direction of ghosts.Now that the blood in Tired's body has sensed it, Gui Wu Tsuji must have also read the position of Tired.

Originally settling in Tokyo City, where wisteria flowers and sun lights are everywhere, made the King of Ghosts suspicious.It's okay to say that there is a certain distance now, but if you wait until Oni Wu Tsuji Wumai holds the final meeting, when the two face each other face to face, I don't know if I will be exposed.

If it is revealed that he has turned to humans, it will only be a moment for Guiwu Tsuji to want him to die.

Similarly, Hong Xiang also has the strength to kill him instantly.

But as a ghost, Lei chose Hongxiang.

The reason is simple.

In Hong Xiang, he really felt the presence of [father].

Like all the parents and children in the night market, Hongxiang will wear a special hat to protect Lei from the sun lamp, hold the boy's hand and walk on the street like a commoner father and son, buy him things, and tell him about these gadgets But how to make it, he will also give him a so-called bedtime story at night.

This kind of life... Tiring is not annoying.

The blood precipitant can keep him alive, there is no need for him to become stronger.

(Because I really can't win)

is there any way...

Release the control of Muma Onimai Tsuji.

***

"Let him not remember your existence, how about it?" There is no tiredness in the subconscious mind, so naturally you can't control the ghost blood that enters tired body, because Guiwu Tsuji doesn't even know how to control the blood that doesn't exist in your own memory in the blood.

Tired of thinking about it, he denied it, "Impossible, the blood ghost technique will not work on him."

Ghosts can't call Onimai Tsuji Mumi by name directly, so they can only refer to [that adult], [him].

But the blond youth said clearly: "That is to say, if there is an effective [skill], it is feasible."

The blue eyes were shining with the most familiar and under control light.

***

It was already sunset, because a few rays of afterglow could still be seen in the distance on the high mountain, but it should have entered night in the city.

"Is it because the wisteria flowers in Tokyo smell bad or the fluorescent lamp is out of power. How did he get in?"

I don't know if I'm tired.

However, Mumai Tsuji did enter Tokyo City.

The last thing that stays in tired memory is the six printed by a red pupil.

After being in a trance for a while, he fell into a coma.

When he was half awake, he heard his father's intermittent words, "If you are tired, please, I will go out for a while."

……

When I woke up tired, it was already noon the next day.In the next log cabin to the left of Lintaki, I was lying in a room with another sleeping ghost.

The moment he regained consciousness, he felt it.

The shackles that Onimai Tsuji had placed in his blood disappeared.

And his father never came back.