[Demon Slayer: Blade] The fiancé is always incompetent and furious

I'm not the type who is good at dancing with long sleeves, and I have nothing to do with being slick and slick.

The samurai sitting at the table seemed not to be good at talking. He silently looked at the rough porcelain teacup in front of him, and I also held the tray silently.The two of us were speechless for a long while, and then I remembered belatedly—the patriarch in front of me was not long ago the patriarch of the successor country, and the food and clothing expenses are naturally different from ordinary people.

I was about to take a step forward when he took a sip from his teacup, his facial expression unchanged.

I had a strange feeling that we were both trying to figure out how to speak.

Although it's just my personal speculation, I feel relaxed for no reason.

"Would you like some refreshments?"

Yuan left home when he was seventeen years old, and has been wandering outside since then, without hearing from his family at all.It would be a long story to tell the story of his life in these years from the beginning.

Ji Guoyansheng sat in the small tea house until evening.

Before leaving, the samurai, who had always been tall and straight, paused for a moment by the door, and then lifted the curtain——

"thanks for treatment."

Not long after, I heard that Ji Guoyansheng joined the Demon Slayer Squad.

In order to avenge his subordinates who were killed by ghosts, he abandoned his position as the head of the family, gave up his good life, and even abandoned his wife and children to become a ghost hunter.

When Yuanyi and I talked about this matter, he didn't seem to notice how obvious logical loopholes there are in the rhetoric of abandoning the family in order to avenge the retainers.

He seemed to think from the bottom of his heart that his elder brother chose to become a ghost hunter in order to eliminate evil spirits in the world.He was sorry for not being able to arrive sooner.Seeing Yan Sheng hone his sword skills desperately, the tiger's mouth was dripping with blood, he didn't think about other aspects, and he never refused his brother's request to learn sword skills.

Rather, he never refused any request made by his brother.In terms of pointing swordsmanship, he is even more unreserved.

If Yan Sheng wants to practice with him a thousand times, then he will practice with the opponent a thousand times.

When Yansheng performed the ghost hunting task alone for the first time, I asked Yuanyi if he would be nervous.

He shook his head, saying that his elder brother worked harder than anyone else, and then sat under the eaves for most of the night, watching the moon all night.

"Is the moon beautiful?" I asked him the next day.

He looked at me for a moment and said, "What moon?"

I patted Yuanyi on the shoulder and said nothing.

Yan Sheng successfully completed the task of hunting ghosts.

But after hearing about Yuan Yi's deeds in the early days of becoming a ghost hunter, the slightly bright look in his eyes disappeared immediately without a trace.

I have never seen anyone who treats himself harsher than Ji Guoyan Sheng.

In my impression, I have never seen this person smile.

He was always watching Yuanyi.

Watching Enichi who guides everyone in swordsmanship, watching Enichi who looks into the distance.His existence has only one purpose, just like a knife forged by a knifesmith has only one purpose. His eyes are not left or right, and he will always focus on one place.

That gaze seemed to be staring at an unreachable self.

When he visited the teahouse again, Ji Guoyansheng's face appeared spots.

I thought it was just a birthmark, but it kept showing up on other ghost hunters one after another.The team of ghost hunters achieved a qualitative leap, and everyone's morale was high. It was a time full of hope.

"I heard that you used to be a ghost hunter."

As always, I served tea and refreshments.But Iwakatsu didn't ask me about Enichi that day.

I vaguely replied, "Barely count. As you can see, I'm retired now."

Ghost hunters are extremely observant. When we first met, he should have noticed that my legs and feet are inconvenient.

"Aren't you unwilling?"

This question is a bit straightforward, and it is even a bit impolite in the eyes of ordinary people.

I was a little surprised—maybe it was a relationship cultivated and brought up as the heir of a samurai family. The cultivation of Ji Guoyansheng is at the level of being integrated into the flesh and blood.Whether standing or sleeping, this person's every move is like being measured by a ruler, and there will never be any out of bounds or mistakes.

I shook my head.

"Why?" He stared at me closely.

"Because I asked for it," I said.

Yan Sheng frowned, with an incomprehensible look on his face.

To make him understand better, I added: "I didn't become a ghost hunter to kill ghosts."

"Then why are you here?"

I was quiet for a while.

"Because I want to know what ghosts are."

Before Yansheng continued to ask, I already knew what he would ask, so I refilled him a cup of tea and motioned him to try the new tea.

The broken topic would not continue, Iwakatsu asked me in a declarative tone:

"You have learned the breath of the sun."

"I haven't even learned the first type." I told the truth, "Even if I can understand what to do, my body can't keep up at all. Yuanyi has taught many people, but no one can really grasp the essence of the sun's breath."

Not long after Yuanyi became a ghost hunter, he comprehended the sword technique called the breath of the sun.

He tried to teach me, and anyone who would learn, but unfortunately no one can fully master the sword skills of the Son of God.

For Yuanyi, the sword technique that is as natural as breathing is as difficult as heaven for ordinary people, and it is not a skill that creatures of the same level can understand at all.

Yansheng didn't look at me, he didn't look at anyone, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"...Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"Do you mean that even the first type has not learned this? To be honest, my aptitude is very ordinary, and this result will be unsatisfactory—"

"No." He interrupted me suddenly.

The tea in the cup swayed, and the broken ripples splashed a little and landed on the table.

"I mean staying by Yuanyi's side."

The wind chimes under the eaves rang softly, no guests came in, there were only the two of us in the tea house, and the expanding silence continued.

"...Why?" I came back to my senses, "Because he has a talent that is different from ordinary people? Or is it because he is different?"

The person on the other side lowered his voice, as if he was desperately enduring something: "Isn't it?"

"Yuanyi..." Yan Sheng's voice was extremely difficult, "It is an existence that transcends common sense in the world."

Saying those words seemed to take all the strength out of the man, and he sat there motionless and stiff.

I realized that he probably didn't want others to see him in this state.

I lowered my head slightly.

"You're right, Yuanyi can indeed see a world that ordinary people can't understand."

The flow of blood, the expansion and contraction of muscles, the creatures in this world are transparent to Yuanyi's eyes.

He can see through the opponent's actions and intentions, and can perfectly predict the opponent's next move before the enemy raises the knife.

"But he's not perfect."

He can see through everything in this world, but he can't understand people's hearts alone.

"Have you ever heard Yuanyi play the flute?"

Iwakatsu's expression told me the answer was no.

"I wish you'd listen to it if you get the chance," I told him honestly, "because it's just awful."

Yan Sheng did not speak.

"He practiced for a long time, but no matter how he practiced, he couldn't practice well."

How could it be possible to practice well—that flute, it was impossible to make a pleasant sound from the very beginning.

No matter how hard Yuan Yi tried, it was impossible to play beautiful notes.

"I think you might be able to help him." I paused.

"Only you can help him, Mr. Iwakatsu."

I used to think that Yuanyi and his elder brother still had time—maybe not a lot of time, but at least they still had a chance to communicate well, to sit down and share the past.

The bridges to the past have not been broken, the flames of jealousy have not yet consumed everything.

From time to time, I will come to my tea house to sit for an afternoon. As long as it is about Yuanyi, no matter how boring, I will not interrupt me. I clearly still have emotions other than jealousy in my heart.

I used to think that everyone still had time.

But the swordsmen with stripes began to die one after another.

I sat in the tea room all day, no one showed up, no one came.

Why no one informed me, I have never understood.

Ji Guoyuan failed to kill Wu Mi.He let go of the ghosts around Wu Mi.Ji Guoyansheng is no longer human.

When I received the news, voices calling for Yuan's suicide were already raging.

He was deprived of his status as a ghost hunter, and he could not leave the room where he was held until he was punished.

The swordsmen of the purgatory family no longer yelled loudly, and their smiles were no longer bright and bright.He looked at me hesitantly, and finally took me to the place where Yuanyi was.

The door of the Japanese room was closed behind me, and the person sitting facing the alcove didn't raise his head, and didn't make a sound to confirm my presence.

Putting his hands on his knees, Yuan Yi lowered his head, looking at his empty palms.

I sat down behind him and waited for him to speak to me.

But he remained silent, and I almost thought he was afraid to look at me.

"...Yuanyi?"

"I'll leave." Yuan Yi lowered his eyes.

I thought about it for a long time.

Maybe it's because from the moment I heard the news, my brain went blank. After thinking about it for a long time, I finally heard myself say:

"Give me paper and pen, please."

As night fell, candlelight melted onto the table.

As I write about my crimes, I find that my hands do not tremble.I couldn't hear my own heartbeat, and I forgot that human beings still need to breathe.

At that moment, I seemed to be out of my body, looking at myself from a far away place, looking at the name of more than a dozen herbs that I slowly and clearly branded on the snow-white washi paper with one stroke.

"...what is this?" someone asked me.

"It's the name of the medicinal material." I heard myself reply, "The medicinal materials that make people turn into ghosts, I remember, are all written here."

——"What happened back then was not your fault."

When I heard this sentence, I didn't say anything, and I couldn't say anything.

My fiancé has a suspicious personality and after his condition took a turn for the worse, he was so weak that anyone could easily kill him.Therefore, he didn't trust other people, especially the servants who came from his own family in the mansion.

The medicine prescribed by the doctor, those soups that are so bitter that the throat is sore just by smelling them, are all boiled by me myself.

After cooking, I served it myself.

The type, dosage, and method of consumption of medicinal materials.

I thought I had forgotten, all forgotten.

But I have memorized those doctor's orders so many times that no one in the world is more familiar with the doctor's notes than I am.

I'm not good at anything that requires rote memorization, but only the names and uses of those herbs, which I almost chewed and swallowed from memory.

The ink has dried.

I folded that piece of paper and it was done.

"After submitting this, I guess I won't be able to stay here any longer."

I don't feel any pain at all.

After knowing how the ghosts in this world came to be, I have already suffered many times.I have cut myself to pieces many times in my heart.

I don't feel any pain at all.

"Will you take me with you?"

...Why did you abandon me back then.

Why leave me alone.

Why should I be left alone in the darkness of sinful karma.

Why, I will be eaten by ghosts.

Why……

I would have deserved it.

"Still," I laughed, "you hate me?"

His elder brother was turned into a ghost by Wu Mian, so it is only natural that he would hate me.

me……

I always knew-

Someone reached out and hugged me.

That person's voice obviously didn't have many emotional fluctuations, but it sounded a little helpless:

"Don't cry."

"Stop crying, Asahi."

The people I love will eventually leave me.

The author has something to say: Enthusiasm for Sinicization, Manga 177, Yan Sheng's recollection: "After that, he was almost empty-handed, and just took small steps and disappeared."

"Taking small steps and disappearing"

For a person, only hatred and jealousy are left, and words full of love such as "small steps" cannot be said

No one would use the term "little steps" for someone who really hates

... Ji Guoyan Sheng is a cup

Ji Guoyuan is also a cup

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Brother Jiguo is really miserable

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