Stable Polarized Practice

The simple sword maintenance steps are not cumbersome, and can even be called easy. You only need to polish off the rust on the surface, and then use the soft cotton brush head of the powder stick to evenly shake off the talcum powder on the scratches and cracks. Wipe the surface of the knife with deerskin with moderate strength. This is a simple and boring process-and for Token Fusangshen's main body knife, it is not even necessary to do all these steps.

To tell the truth, a powder stick can bring Fu Sangshen back to life with full blood, and the rougher knives don't even bother to enter the house, and a powder stick with a brush head is self-sufficient, such as An Ting.

Although fighting is crazier than anyone else, An Ding is actually... very afraid of pain. Yakuken Toshiro has always been in charge of entering the room. Every time he comes back from an injury, the wound will be bandaged by the conscientious Yaken doctor, and he will obviously repair it. The main body is fine, why do you need to hold an alcohol swab to disinfect the wound!It hurts!

Feeling that the wound was getting better, An Ding, who was sitting opposite the blond senior brother, narrowed his eyes happily—as expected of a senior brother who was almost twice as fast as him in a flash of lightning, he was able to get twice the result with half the effort when repairing a knife, and he really found the right person !

"That, that, little junior brother..."

The actions of the blond brother’s hands almost appeared afterimages. He tapped the powder on the knife three times, and then picked up the deerskin to wipe it. Due to his fast hand speed, several powder sticks flashed in the eyes of others, and his breath was glowing. "Zi la zi la" Shan Yi with a thundering voice secretly glanced at the blue-haired Fu Sangshen who was so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep:

"...Don't you really need to bandage it first? Then—such a big blood hole! This can no longer be healed by itself? This is an injury that needs to be treated by a doctor!"

"It's okay." An Ding squinted his eyes and fell asleep, the friction between the deerskin and the blade still carried heat, the warm feeling was so comfortable that Fusangshen's limbs and bones...

Ah, I really want to sleep.

The boy with blue hair changed his hand to support his chin, and the sleeves of the hospital gown were pulled to the elbow by gravity, revealing his thin white arm. Aren't you being treated?"

My wife Shanyi: "???"

……

"Sanyi, I smell entanglement on you... Are you bothered by something?"

As usual, he opened the neckline and asked the doctor to attach the stethoscope earpiece. Tanjiro asked his friend sitting next to him who had completed the diagnosis with some concern: "Is there anything bothering Zenitsu?"

My wife Shanyi glanced at him with a distorted expression.

Yes, I have!Indeed there is!And the culprit of the trouble was sitting right next door to him!Why!He is so puzzled!What's the matter, little brother? !Last night, he still looked miserable with a blood hole in his stomach, but today he became a normal person intact and unharmed!Doesn't look right in any way? ! !

And no matter how you listen to that sentence, you still feel wrong, right?What is "Isn't this being treated"? !What was going on at that time was forced to repair the knife!What does repairing have to do with healing?He can't even imagine it!

My wife Shanyi turned her head and glanced at the "culprit" with a toothache, and then was startled by the blue eyes of the "culprit" looking over, and resolutely retorted: "No, there is nothing, nothing happened!"

Kamado Tanjiro: "..."

Well, Shanyi, have you forgotten that I can smell if a person is lying?

...

"Brother, is there anything bothering you?"

The little brother who knelt and sat on the side without making a sound suddenly spoke up. An Ding stared at the brother with pure and innocent eyes until the blond brother began to break out in a cold sweat. , It’s just a small, insignificant matter... I don’t know if I should ask.”

"Is it something between Zenyi and Junior Brother Zenitsu?" Tanjiro, who had a cheating nose, keenly sensed the disharmony, the gentle and caring eldest man thought for a while, and patted his friend on the shoulder lightly:

"Shanyi can ask directly, I heard it, Shanyi's junior will not deceive you."

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Because it was too late last night, the old woman in the wisteria pattern house had already fallen asleep, and An Ding also insisted that there was no need to call a doctor, and the blond brother (under the pressure of the younger brother) rushed to repair the knife for half a night, so the next day By the time of the doctor's examination, An Ding had returned to an intact state.

"Brother Shanyi's resilience is so powerful," said the brother's current companion, a guy wearing flower earrings: "When I smelled it yesterday, it still had a strong smell of rust and blood, but I have recovered today. It's really good." sharp!"

"...Thank you, thank you?" An Ding thanked the compliment with some hesitation, and he couldn't tell if it was a compliment... But this person looked familiar, as if he had just met him not long ago.

——Thinking about An Ding who had almost forgotten about the Fuji Attack Mountain assessment.

It stands to reason that he can leave here after the wound heals. Whether it is to continue the first task he did not complete, or choose to skip it and perform the next task, it is more meaningful than spending time here. However, these choices all require a prerequisite, that is, the stable Sun Wheel Knife is still there.

His lack of a chance to give birth to his fellow clansmen of the Sangshen was completely broken, and even the handle of the knife was not left. When the pink-haired ghost fled... there was still a Valium sticking out of his chest. Lower the half of the sun wheel knife.

There is no way to kill ghosts with the body knife. Does An Ding still need to wait for a [-]-day forging cycle?

"If this is the case... Lord of the Ghost Killing Squad, please follow me." The old woman from the House of Wisteria Patterns bowed and led An An to the direction of the warehouse.

"The Sundial Knife is an extremely important and valuable weapon for the members of the Demon Slayer Squad, so even the Wisteria Merchant Guild that provides supplies rarely stores a usable Sundial Knife, but..."

Even if the above is not optimistic, as long as there is a turning word "but", then the following sentences will change in a favorable direction.

"However, we will collect some sun-knives that are not seriously damaged, and shorten them to make wakizashi or short knives, so that the adults of the Demon Slayer Squad can use them when they are in urgent need of sun-knives."

The old lady handed An Ding a long box:

"This is a wakizashi that has been reforged. It is one foot nine inches five cents long. I hope it will come in handy."

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What Tanjiro said is true, but...

My wife Shanyi's back was stiff, facing the seemingly meaningful gaze of my younger brother, tremblingly maintained the knife lying flat on her knee-so it has been repaired, hasn't it? !Why make him responsible for maintenance!Take care of your own knife, bastard!

Thinking of Tanjirou's sincere suggestion again, Zenitsu opened his mouth hesitantly——

It is true that the younger brother will not lie to himself, his ears have heard it, and the younger brother has never concealed it. In Taoshan, he has already revealed that the younger brother is different in some things, as long as he asks himself , Junior Brother will definitely not hide it... But it is because of this that he can't ask!

That's how some things are, right?I didn't ask when I noticed it at first, but I couldn't open it later. This situation is different from asking Tanjiro about the situation with Nezuko!This is my junior brother!And it's a little white cut black junior with an angelic face and a devilish nature!

So Shanyi closed his mouth again, and continued to be obediently beating powder in his mind, and didn't dare to look away carelessly, and obediently moved to the slender and sharp knife on his knee.

Hmm... I have to say that although my junior brother's knife cannot kill ghosts, it is indeed a rare and good knife. It is both sharp and beautiful. Even if it is placed in the home of an upper-class samurai, it will be a family heirloom. ?

Shanyi couldn't help but use his fingers to roll up the dark blue woven rope wrapped around the scabbard. It felt flexible and firm, and it was also very smooth. It felt so good that he wanted to try it with a knife. It must be very suitable for cutting. ?

Thinking of this, my wife Shanyi closed her eyes... Then she opened them suddenly, and with a ferocious face, she grabbed a certain salty pig's hand that was eager to try the wild boar's head:

"What are you doing! Inosuke, don't make trouble! If it breaks, you won't be able to pay for it if you sell it?!"

"Huh?" Shan Dawang Inosuke retorted dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing, Wenyi? Isn't it just one knife? Master Inosuke has two! What can't be touched!"

"Who is Wenyi!" The blond senior brother jumped at the crossroads on his forehead and shouted: "My name is my wife Shanyi! Remember it for me, bastard! Both of your knives have been smashed into sawtooths, right? ! Besides, do you think this is an ordinary knife?! This is my little brother—"

The high-pitched voice soared halfway, and the blond-haired brother suddenly stopped in a cold sweat. There was no other reason, but because the blue-haired Fu Sangshen, who had been drowsy and closed his eyes against the wall, opened his eyes and looked over. Shanyi's voice became louder. Getting smaller and smaller, gradually inaudible:

"This is me, my little junior brother..."

"Master Inosuke is not rare!" The boy wearing the wild boar headgear made a "cut", turned and left the room boringly: "Master Inosuke is going to find Gon Hachiro to compete whose head is harder!"

"..."

The only guy who could break this frozen atmosphere left, my wife Shanyi blinked stiffly, her neck was stuck and she turned her head reluctantly——

The little junior brother with loose blue hair is holding his lovely face and looking at him with a smile.

"Brother."

An Ding blinked her big round eyes, and tilted her head innocently:

"This is your little junior brother—what is after this sentence?"

My wife Shanyi: "..."

Ruined! ! !

The villain in his heart screamed hysterically, and Shanyi's back was soaked in cold sweat instantly, wouldn't it? !God!Did he slip up? !The little junior brother's aura is terrifying!Will he be wiped out by the leader?The little junior brother seems to be taking black air!

My wife Shanyi gulped down a mouthful of saliva, holding the mentality of early death and early death, clenched her hands tightly, closed her eyes and nervously asked the question that had troubled him for a long time:

"Small, junior brother... what is your relationship with this knife?"

...

"...That's the question." The blue-haired boy was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his cheeks with both hands until his cheeks were slightly flushed, An Ding didn't answer directly, but asked in a soft tone:

"The feeling of me lying on your lap...how is it, isn't it heavy?"