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

The first time I took a city tram in Tokyo was in Meiji 44 (1911), the year before the era name was changed to Taisho.

Men, women and children in western clothes looked around curiously.I hugged my luggage and sat in the window seat.Accompanied by the sound of crisp bells, the tin boxes full of people glide along the track, passing through the city center lined with telephone poles.

"Look -" "It's a tram -"

There are children running along the street following the tram.

In that year, the municipal trams began to operate in earnest.

The streets of old Edo and Tokyo are spliced ​​together. The magnificent red brick buildings are surrounded by carved iron fences, next to the wooden townhouses that have not changed for 300 years.The picture is strange and harmonious, just like the schoolgirls on the tram who match the lantern hakama and lace-up leather boots together.

Those cheerful figures reminded me of Ogiko, but the events of my previous life had passed, and I turned my attention to the window.

As the tallest building in Tokyo at that time, Lingyun Pavilion, also known as the [-]th floor of Asakusa, was very recognizable.

After the completion of the tallest building, the citizens who came to visit drove the development of the surrounding area of ​​Asakusa. At night, the streets that are gradually lit up are very bustling.

I didn't come to Asakusa for fun. In the suitcase, I asked the owner of the house to write a letter of introduction for me.

In this life, I was born in a farm family in Tama County, outside of Tokyo. There are five children in my family.

I thought this would be an ordinary life again, until I set foot in the city that has become Tokyo again when I was 14 years old, and when I occasionally passed by the window on the street, I suddenly realized that something was wrong.

……so similar.

After a long time, the once extremely familiar face has become a little strange.

But of course I know what I look like, and I remember what I looked like 1000 years ago.

Although not exactly the same, the figure reflected in the window is clearly [-]% similar to me in the past.

The fact that I could still fool the past when I was young has become more and more obvious as I grow older, and it has reached the point where I have to face it.

I haven't contacted anyone related to the Demon Slayer Squad for a long time. Yuya Ubayashiki, the current head of the Ubayashiki family, replied to me so fast that I suspected that he had been waiting for my letter all this time.

I can't say what my attitude is towards the existence of the Ubuyashiki clan.

Knowing that I am not the only one cursed in this world, that someone has been haunted by the same fate for the past 1000 years, just knowing that the other person still exists is like a wonderful comfort, as if I am not completely alone.

This may be the so-called comrade-in-arms.

Therefore, when I saw Yoya Miyayashiki's face carved out of the same mold as Wu Mi, I was very calm.

I have lived so long that even if my body is young, the years I have experienced in my heart cannot be erased.

If you compare the heart of a young girl to a young deer, the deer in my heart has long since retired. Its biggest hobby every day is lying in the grass and basking in the sun, turning over from time to time, stretching its hooves and kicking its legs. I can't get up.

"You can stay."

Yuya Ubuyashiki smiled and said to me, "Nowhere is safer than the base camp of the Demon Slayer Squad."

I thought about it and declined his offer.

"I'm too old to hide."

Even if Muma Onimai Tsuji landed in front of me with a slap, I could still drink the cup of high-grade Gyokuro in my hand without changing my face.

This is the first time for me to drink such advanced Yulu.

Ubuyashiki Yoya didn't mention this matter again, he just gave me a letter of introduction, telling me that if I like, the Ubuyashiki family has many shops in Tokyo.

Three months later, with that letter of introduction, I stopped in front of a cafe in Asakusa.

I became a waiter in that cafe and stayed there for five years.

During this period, the name of the era was changed from Meiji to Taisho, and the ever-changing Tokyo was flooded with new things from the West every day, and cafes were also part of this emerging trend.

The nearby college students, people from various business circles, and some well-known literati and writers often visit the coffee shop.

My job is very simple. The more complicated process of making coffee will not be handed over to the waiters. I am mainly responsible for recording food orders and serving tea and water, and handing the temperature to the guests who enter the door in winter or summer. Appropriate towels.

Thin sunlight leaked in through the curtains, looking at the sky outside, it seemed that it might rain this afternoon.

When I came to the cafe, the hall with clean wooden floor was a little empty, the phonograph sang exotic and distant songs, and the beautiful female voice was like silk floating in the air filled with bitter aroma.

I put on an apron over my kimono, and a woman who was also a waiter came over shyly and asked if I could take her place tonight.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her slightly dodging eyes contained expectations, and the taste of happiness leaked from the corners of her eyes and brows, and even the rainy weather outside seemed to no longer be gloomy.

I said, good.

Girls of this age seem to be all the same.She smiled and thanked me, and at the end she didn't forget to gossip:

"Doesn't Ah Chao have a sweetheart?"

I slowly fasten the apron.

"No."

"Hey—" she made an incredible voice, "Why?"

Free love is still a new concept.Most of the women working in Asakusa are from other places, without the constraints of the family, and there is no early marriage contract, so they are much more free in terms of love.

Probably due to the influence of the nearby red light district, the reputation of women in Asakusa is not very good, and the society does not think highly of the maids working in cafes.

But I love the job, and the long, bitter aroma of drip coffee.The society's perspective has nothing to do with me, that kind of thing will look different after decades anyway.

"No reason, it's too much trouble."

"But I see Mr. Matsumoto..."

"Don't be distracted while you're working, Haruko."

"...How many times have I told you that my name is Yoko!"

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Matsumoto, who works in a bank, stepped into the cafe on time.

He always appeared at the door in suits and leather shoes, as if he had just returned from a banquet at the Luming Pavilion. When everyone's eyes fell on his expensive outfit, he nodded slightly at me, and I led him to the door. The window with the best view.

He changed his cufflinks today.During ordering, he adjusted the length of the sleeves several times to better show the carved metal cuffs in the cafe's dim light.

"Sir, are your hands sore?"

I smiled professionally as a waiter and asked kindly.

Yoko let out a sympathetic laugh behind my back, and she quickly covered her mouth and turned to continue wiping her table.

That poor solid wood table, if she wipes it down like that, it is estimated that the grain of the wood will be wiped away.

Mr. Matsumoto showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, and he coughed lightly:

"No, I'm fine."

The cafe always walks slowly and leisurely in the afternoon, and the sound of the pattering rain hitting the window sill is like an exotic piano piece.

Mr. Matsumoto finished his coffee, read today's newspaper, and read the newspaper that was not removed yesterday.But the work in the bank was still waiting for him to deal with, so he had to stand up with regret, slowly took out his umbrella, straightened his neckline, and then walked to the door.

"Thank you for your patronage."

I think Mr. Matsumoto's vision is not very good, but I think he will wake up sooner or later.

So I did nothing but dutifully played the role of waiter and stood still at my post.

"Are you the "impregnable" Osaka Castle? "Yoko looked at me in awe and hatred, "What's wrong with the top students who work in the bank? "

"It's not a question of good or bad, I just don't plan to get married."

Seeing that Yoko was still going to gossip, I squeezed her mouth: "Because Osaka Castle doesn't need to get married."

Yoko stared at me, and when I let go of my hand, she let out a small murmur: "...But it still fell in the end."

"...Yoko, you're going to be late for an appointment."

She jumped up immediately, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and disappeared with a whoosh.

In the evening, the rain weakened.

The street lamps were turned on, and the hazy brilliance shrouded in the mist, like a moon floating on the sea.

The outside world is foggy, and the cafe is filled with warm lights.

The phonograph changed to a tune, and the singing was hoarse and soft.When I returned to the hall with the black coffee ordered by the customer, I found that there was a family of three in the seat by the window.

The woman with her back to me was wearing an elegant dress, her earlobes were decorated with white pearls, her black hair was loosely rolled up, and she was wearing the most popular round hat with lavender flowers on the brim.

"I want coffee."

The little girl sitting next to her mother puffed up her cheeks.

"No." The elegant woman tapped the tip of her daughter's nose lightly, "You can only drink fruit juice today."

As she said that, she raised her head, smiled at the man sitting across from her and said, "Right, Mr. Yue Yan?"

With eyes as bright as red plums slightly curved, the man showed a gentle smile, and said softly to the little girl:

"Miss Li is right, you can't drink coffee yet, just be patient today."

The little girl stared at the texture on the table with some unhappiness, and the man called Mr. Yue Yan always had a pleasant expression, and his expression was not at all impatient.

——Does Yuya Ubuyashiki know that his thousand-year-old enemy has visited the cafe under his name today?

Unfortunately, he didn't know.

As for how I recognized my ex-fiancé who was pretending to be someone else - I don't know, I just rely on my intuition.

Even if some people turn to ashes, you can recognize them at a glance.

...Of course, it doesn't count when it's women's clothing.

I put down another customer's black coffee, turned and walked into the back kitchen.

It happened that there was no one in the kitchen, so I stood against the wall for a while, and the sound of the rain outside was almost inaudible.

The kitchen is connected to the back door, so I can run out now.

I can never come back now.

"Ah Chao?"

There was a light knock on the door, and the store manager with gray temples looked at me with some concern, "Do you need to take a vacation tonight?"

"...no." I heard myself say, "I'm fine."

I wiped my hands on the apron and walked back very calmly.

The lobby of the cafe is of course still the same.

The bright wooden floor, the leather sofa chair, the elegant and fine copper chandelier, everything is placed in a position I am familiar with.

This is where I worked for five years.This is the life I choose.

When I got back to work, the customer had just finished his coffee and was staring out the window at the rain.

"Hello," I smiled as usual, "here is your bill."

I will not run away.

Just looks the same as before.

Just based on my appearance, who can prove that I am a person who should have died thousands of years ago?

There was a crisp sound, and the sound of porcelain shattering suddenly came from not far away.

"Oh my god, Mr. Tsukihiko, are you alright?"

The chair was hastily pulled away, and the little girl sitting by the window was frightened and cried.

"please wait for a moment."

After I finished speaking to the guest, I turned and walked towards the source of the movement.

The hot tea dripped down along the wooden table, and the pieces of porcelain splashed all over the floor, creating a mess.

"Do you need to bandage it?" When I asked, I raised my head and met Kimai Tsuji's eyes.

There seemed to be an irreparable crack in the expression of the person who had been smiling gently before.He stared at me, his red pupils stood up like snakes, but the humans around him couldn't see that terrifying appearance, so he slightly pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing an extremely hypocritical and stiff smile.

"Then trouble you."

He spoke these words very slowly, and the sight that fell on my face seemed to tear something to shreds, but because of the presence of people around him, he had to hide that biting gaze.

He's not yet sure who I am.

Because he just sat there, his expensive suit ruined by the scalding hot tea.He watched in silence as I bandaged his splinter cut finger and wrapped him in gauze almost comically.He may have deliberately delayed the healing of the wound to avoid suspicion from the surrounding humans.

"I'm really sorry."

I put my hand down and, like all waiters would do, offered my sincerest apology to the guest: "I hope you don't take this matter to heart."

"No," Wu Mi said softly, "Of course not."

His dark red eyes were slightly curved, and he showed a smile that seemed to be pleasant, but actually made the spine chill.

"I'll be here often."

I'm not going to hide forever.

I will never run away.

"Then," I bent slightly, "welcome to visit you next time."

I think, I have to write to Yoya Miyayashiki.

The author has something to say: ①The name of Osaka Castle "impregnable and impenetrable" was given by Toyotomi Hideyoshi. In 1615, the Osaka Summer Battle ended with the victory of the Tokugawa family and the defeat of the Toyotomi family.

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