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

When Guiwu Tsuji was still a human, he once had a fiancée.

On the day when he learned of his engagement, he sat in a room without a breath of wind. The thick curtain covered the figure of the informant, and he could only vaguely see the silhouette of the other party's robe and hat.

He seemed to be reading Tang poetry at the time.The foreign characters that he had chewed repeatedly were printed on the paper sprinkled with gold leaf. He no longer remembered the specific content. The sweet incense and the bitter medicinal smell mixed together, which made people feel bored.

The attendant who conveyed the news kept his head down, and he gently motioned for the other party to continue talking.

The fiancée came from a low-status family, her father was a civil servant of the seventh rank in the palace, and her mother's family was not prominent. It is said that her appearance is mediocre and her talent is not remarkable. Apart from her health, she has almost nothing worthy of praise. advantage.

——To put it bluntly, she is a wife who cannot provide any political assistance.

A person who is destined to die early due to illness, how can he need any official career.

"...My lord?" The figure outside the tent raised his head slightly.

He squeezed the scroll tightly in his hand, still with a gentle smile on his face: "I see, you can withdraw now."

——Since when did people who were easily trampled by him before dare to look at him with pity?

He once received personal praise from the Holy Master at the Tage Meeting. No one can compare with him in terms of poetry and songs, as well as knowledge of the past and the present.

The position of the future head of the family is his, right, reputation, praise, everything is at his fingertips, the world has surrounded him with eyes full of envy, and mediocre mortals will not be able to reach his starting point in a lifetime.

But this kind of life came to an abrupt end in the year when he contracted a terminal illness.

"...How pathetic."

People whisper behind his back.

"It's so pathetic."

People who used to be jealous of him sighed like this while gently shaking their fans.

"what a shame."

The sympathetic gaze and the gloating smile were perfectly hidden under the hypocritical sympathy.

Death is pollution, disease is a curse.

He is a person abandoned by the gods, he has become cautious when being touched by others, and people with a little bit of status avoid him.I don't know when, only the servants who took care of him remained in Nuo Da's mansion.He looked at the unchanged courtyard day after day, the cherry blossoms on the branches bloomed and withered, and the fallen petals were crushed into the mud and scattered by the rain.

He hated that cherry blossom, so the cherry blossom was dug up even the tree roots, leaving only a continuous vermilion bridge across the pond in the empty courtyard, and a little further away was the pine tree leaning against the courtyard wall.

On the day when the sky cleared and the temperature rose, the bamboo curtain was rolled up by the maid. He was sitting by the window reading the poems he had already memorized by heart, and there were soft rustling noises from outside the courtyard wall.

When he looked up, he saw the tree shadows moving.

The group of tree shadows slid from the branches to the wall, and the brightly colored dress brushed against the blue tiles, rubbing a layer of dust as the owner turned over and landed.

The figure who came in over the wall was quickly spotted by the attendants guarding the mansion, and he carried it to the back door like a rabbit and threw it out.

After a few days, that figure came in again, but was kicked out again by the attendants.

Sitting behind the bamboo curtain, he watched the other party climb up the high courtyard wall again and again, as if he was tireless, and relentlessly approached where he was.

His lowly fiancée is said to be a child adopted by his current parents.The couple's real child died shortly after birth because of his frail health. The wife couldn't bear the blow, so the husband brought back a healthy child and named him Chaori.

For nobles, commoners have no privacy.He casually asked his attendants to inquire about this kind of matter, and soon he knew the whole ins and outs clearly.

Tomorrow.

There is an extra syllable after the boring name, which makes it jerky and awkward to pronounce.

"...I brought you some presents."

His fiancée Qiqi Aiai said, quickly put the things in her hand on the wooden floor in front of the bamboo curtain, and ran away as if fleeing.

Dry persimmons.Poorly drawn fan.Grasshoppers woven from bamboo leaves.All are useless junk.

The guard chased the figure and disappeared into the corridor. The maid sitting on the corridor looked at him hesitantly, and carefully touched the ground with her fingertips: "...these?"

"Take it away." He casually turned a page, not remembering what he was looking at.

After the short commotion passed, Nuo Da's mansion fell silent again.

This seemed to be a fixed pattern, and the mansion, which was as stagnant as water, would be broken by his fiancée who came in through the wall from time to time.

The attendants who guarded the courtyard asked him several times, but he didn't care, so those attendants could only drive out the uninvited guests again and again, but they didn't really send people to guard outside the wall every day. However, he did not report this unruly incident to other members of the family.

"What do you do every day?"

After going back and forth, his fiancée would muster up the courage to ask him this after he became a little more courageous.

The bamboo curtain was rolled up, he was sitting by the window, she was standing in the courtyard covered with fine white sand, as if embarrassed to step on the mirror-smooth wooden floor, she stayed there and looked up at him slightly.

"You seem to be reading every day, which is amazing."

It wasn't sarcasm or pity, but the voice that seemed to want to ask questions out of curiosity made him feel sick to his stomach.

There seemed to be something twisted inside his body, and his distracted attention prevented him from reading the contents of the paper at all.

"I have to go, you have to keep the matter of climbing over the wall a secret."

The figure deftly climbed up the wall and waved to him with a smile before falling back along the branches to the other side.

……

"It would be nice if she broke her leg."

he thinks.

"If you fall from such a high tree, how many bones will you break at least?"

On the second day, he sat by the window and waited until sunset, but the figure did not appear.

In the next few days, no one climbed over the courtyard wall, ran to his window, and asked him what he did today.

He no longer thinks about how many human bones can be broken.

During those few days, for no reason, he could no longer bring himself to think about this possibility.

The feeling that even his thinking was controlled by others made him extremely irritated, and he could hardly maintain his usual gentle appearance.He blamed all this anger on the dishonest person, and sent out several attendants in succession.

The maid who took care of his daily life advised him: "It's cold by the window, and the wind is easy to get in. Let me put the bamboo curtain..."

"go out."

He did not lift his eyes. "Get out of here, all of them."

A few days later, the man with the scar on his cheek reappeared without authorization.

As if nothing had happened, his fiancée came to see him with a smile, and this time brought him snacks wrapped in bamboo leaves.

"The cherry blossoms on the banks of the Kamogawa River are about to bloom. I'll bring you some flowers back then, okay?"

He loathed the smile on her face.

"I heard you got into an argument with someone?"

He spoke slowly, staring at her expression, not letting go of any slight changes.

But she is still smiling.

As if there was no sorrow, as if she was always happy, she paused and said, "No."

Then he added with a smile: "I accidentally fell down and scratched myself while climbing a tree."

He hates her smile, her clear eyes, and her eyes full of admiration no matter what.

He loathes everything about her that makes him uncomfortable.

But when the elders in the family approached him and euphemistically expressed that his fiancée's outrageous behavior had been heard by many people, and asked him if he would like to dissolve the current engagement, he did not agree.

After thinking about it for a long time, he felt that it was because there was no one in the world who could control her better than her.

Her love for him is obvious to anyone.

She doesn't know how to talk smartly, and she doesn't have any heart. She is so simple that she is almost stupid.

He doesn't need a wife of a prominent family to be his support, nor does he need a talented woman to be by his side.

For him, she is still useful.

Since it is useful, he will continue to stay by his side and will not let others take it away.

At the end of spring, he didn't wait for the promised cherry blossom branches.His fiancée lost her parents, and he became her only relative in this world.

All she had left was him.

So he knew she would help him.

Whether it's seeking medical advice or burying the doctor's body, she will help him.

The only price was that the smile on her face disappeared.

By that time he had made a miraculous recovery.He was no longer frail and dependent on others for care.He has regained the status and rights that belonged to him, and everything is getting better.As for his sudden interest in human blood, that was just the most insignificant annoyance.

Now he can easily cut open a person's internal organs, and easily twist off the heads of warriors guarding the court.His new-born power made him a god above human beings, and he naturally entrusted the power of life and death to his inferior creatures.

A new road opened before him, he no longer needed the identity of a human being, nor did he need cowardly and useless emotions.

But she wanted to thwart him.

When he restrained his appetite and decided to go out to find prey, she chose to chase it out.

"No misery."

He hated her voice, hated the way she looked at him, but what he hated the most was the wavering in his heart that was almost weak at that moment.

Nostalgia, peace of mind, no matter what the name of the surging emotion is, at that moment he just felt nauseated.

He didn't go back.

It's not avoidance - he's just disgusted.

I hate everything that shakes me.

Gui Wu Tsuji thought very clearly: If she dared to tell about the doctor, he would kill her.

But she didn't.

If she dared to do anything out of line, he would kill her immediately.

But she didn't.

During those two years, he would get news of her from spies planted in the family.He knew that she was nestled in the dormitory again today and did nothing, and he knew that she looked at the scenery in the courtyard for a while this morning in a daze.She occasionally goes to a shrine by the Kamogawa River, and to a temple in the suburbs of Beijing once a month.

Time seemed to slow down for her.It's been a long time since she showed his most disgusting smile.

On the way back from the monastery, someone handed her a letter paper dyed with incense into her chariot.

He broke the man's neck and ripped off all the limbs, and the dark red blood spilled all over the ground, but this still couldn't calm the magma-like anger in his heart.

...why.

How could she influence him so much.

So he killed the spies planted in the mansion and cut off all sources and channels of news.

He no longer paid any attention to his human fiancée.

He is Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi, and he is only Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi.

In the process of chasing power, he discovered a way to increase the number of ghosts.

He decided to put this new discovery into practice, just as talkative people were spreading rumors about him in the capital, he sent the newborn ghost there, and soon put it behind him.

But there are a lot of people who go crazy.

The people who died at that wedding banquet were said to look too miserable, with their broken limbs scattered all over the place, and the bodies that could not be pieced together were cremated collectively, and were buried in the outskirts far away from the capital after being purified by shrines and temples.

The entire capital was shrouded in fear, and the number of officers and soldiers patrolling at night doubled. The weird tragedy alarmed the court's onmyoji. During that time, he had to restrain his whereabouts, and the number of cannibals decreased sharply.

He figured out how to make ghosts that retain their sanity, and one day, for the first time in history, he decided to go back to the mansion where he lived as a human.

The unoccupied dormitory has become a little strange, the empty room is kept tidy, the rolled up bamboo curtains seem to have not been put down for a long time, and the lonely tassels are swaying in the night wind passing through the corridor.

really weird.he thought casually.It's only been a few months and things have changed so differently here.

Standing in the silent darkness, he found his maid slumped to the ground, with a look of incomparable horror on her pale face.

The useless human looked at him tremblingly, barely able to utter a complete sentence.He squatted down patiently rarely, and asked softly in the dark:

"Where is she?"

The human suddenly stopped trembling.

She looked at him for a long time with his incomprehensible eyes, as if she understood something, there was a trace of pity in her eyes.

"died."

The voice answered him.

"Don't you know? She died a long time ago, at the wedding banquet a few months ago."

……

"...How pathetic."

"It's so pathetic."

No one even knows about death.

The maid smiled crazily, fell into a pool of blood and died.

……

He didn't need to look for the ghost specifically.To him, searching for the other party's memory is nothing more than picking something out of a bag.

The dark alley was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the human corpse was still warm, but the ghost seemed to have said something, Mr. Wu Mi, Mr. Wu Mi, the miserable cry was extremely noisy.

Because it was too noisy, he only turned half of the memory of that night, the ghost's head burst suddenly, and when he came back to his senses, he had squeezed it into a sticky blood plasma, and the thick liquid splashed everywhere.

It was a very troublesome night, and the human onmyoji chased him all the way to the outskirts of the capital.

After he killed all the human beings who got in the way, he remembered it belatedly.

...has all been burned.

Even if they knew where the ashes were buried, they would have been mixed with other humans, making it impossible to tell the difference.

So he returned to the mansion he was most familiar with when he was a human.

But none of the maids who stayed there knew where the thing he was looking for was.

"I threw it away a long time ago." Those people kept justifying, and they were still begging for mercy until the moment they died.

The rolled up bamboo curtains were spattered with blood, like red plums blooming in the cold winter.

That was a very boring memory.

The cold snowflakes are falling thinly outside the house, and the flickering candles are flickering and flickering, casting light and shadows as thin as cicada's wings in the darkness.She leaned on his shoulder lightly, seemed to think for a long time before saying the next words, a little shy, slightly curled up her fingertips a little nervously.

……

"When your illness recovers, we'll get married, okay?"

The author has something to say: butterflies in the stomach is often used in English to describe the feeling of falling in love

don't know how to translate

But let me stop here [you.

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