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

There is a floodgate in human memory.

The singing of cicadas will evoke the distant midsummer.

A face that has not been seen for more than 400 years will remind people of the lakeside with fluttering reed catkins and the blooming Di flowers all over the mountains and plains.

The moment I ran down the hillside, a breeze rose from the ground, and my bamboo hat was lifted by the whistling wind, flying high into the blue sky.

"Yuichi."

"Yuichi, you're not going to die, are you?"

—you wouldn't leave me to die like the other dappled swordsmen—you wouldn't die like the others, would you?

……

"Want tea?"

I put the brewed black tea in front of Ji Guoyansheng who was disguised as a human.He still looked like he was in his 20s, his silent silhouette was as tall and straight as when he was sitting in a simple tea house.

When I straightened up, he hesitantly moved the corner of his eyes to the direction of Wu Mi.

"...Thank you."

He no longer remembers who I am.

Whether he remembers it or not, it doesn't really make much sense anymore.

In the mansion where every piece of furniture is carefully crafted, there is no cheap tea, no cheap snacks, and no young swordsmen surrounded by young swordsmen asking for advice.

There will be no sound of wind chimes under the eaves, and when I look up, I will not see silent warriors standing at the door.

At that time, everyone was still human and could sit down and chat peacefully.

"Then I won't interrupt your conversation."

Now I have nothing to say, and it is useless to say anything.

There was light in the kitchen, and the light was reflected on the Western-style glass windows, blurring into sparkling shadows.I leaned against the closet and poured myself a cup of tea.

The tea is good tea, the aroma is mellow and rich, and the steaming heat blows towards the face.

I poured myself a cup of tea, didn't remember to taste it, so poured myself another cup.

There was no one else in the kitchen, and I left the servants to other things.The curved crescent moon hangs in the dark and endless night sky, and the silver frost is plated on the shadows of the trees in the courtyard, as white as the flowers on the tips of the reeds.

The fragrant tea falls into the cup along the spout.

"good evening."

I stepped on the side of the boat and returned to the shore dripping wet. The blood dripped continuously along the eyebrows, jaw, and along the arc of the knife tip.

The fire in the fire flickered quietly, and I asked him what was in the parcel.

"It's a flute."

As he said this, he lowered his eyelids docilely, with an almost shy smile on his face.

"It's the flute my brother gave me."

The hot tea rose to the edge of the cup and overflowed over the mouth of the cup.

Ji Guoyansheng, who became a ghost, is still alive.I thought, what does this mean.

——It means that Yuanyi failed.

Ji Guo Yuan Yi, who had died many years ago, still failed to save his elder brother in the end.

"……lady!"

Someone grabbed my hand and led me frantically to the pool.

"No need, I'll do it myself." I declined the maid's kindness and simply wiped my hands with a cold towel.

The conversation in the drawing room may have continued, or there may have been no such conversation in the first place.I walked up the stairs step by step and returned to the room on the second floor facing the courtyard.

I took a book from the bookshelf and flipped through a few pages. The book seemed to be about basic cytology, or it might be about obscure pharmacology.What I was reading a while back was a...a book on bloodborne diseases, but I can't remember where I put that book, I always have a habit of losing things.

Desks, coffee tables, sofas, I searched all the places I could find.

"What are you looking for, Asahi?"

The conversation in the reception room was probably over. I leaned on the edge of the sofa and stood up, casually answering: "Do you remember where I put the books I read earlier?"

"You mean this one?"

I raised my head: "...Ah, this is the book."

I took a step forward, and when I stretched out my hand, Onimai Tsujimu closed the book with a loud snap.He held my hand, his pale and cold fingers pressed tightly against my skin, which was red from the hot tea.

"You are hurt."

He lowered his eyes slightly, and the dark red eyes seemed to be flowing with the color of cut blood vessels.

I ignored the pain in my wrist, and told him calmly: "I accidentally spilled it when I poured the tea."

"……yes."

The cool and elegant voice is as slow as a viper crawling in the dark.

Contrary to the contemptuous tone, the ground under my feet suddenly pulled away, and the world in front of me was dismantled and reorganized in the blink of an eye, as if the entire space was being replaced in an instant. I gasped, and when my heart fell again, the surrounding scene had become A misplaced city swallowed by the abyss.

I couldn't hide the surprise in my eyes.

"You shouldn't have lied to me, Asahi." The moment he returned to the Infinite City, Ghost Wu Tsuji's perfect camouflage shattered and fell off, and his bright red eyes were cracked with countless cracks.

"When is it?"

In the end, he still found out——I have recovered my memory of this incident.

"Since when...?"

Wrist bones creaked, and I unconsciously took a step back, instinctively wanting to break free from his hand.

There was a muffled sound behind me, and I seemed to hit the edge of the table.

"I don't think I need to explain anything to you." I looked up at him. "You won't get anything from me either."

The temperatureless lights spread in the darkness, illuminating the winding corridors and upside-down Japanese rooms.

I almost thank him for changing the scene to Infinity City.At least, there are no humans around, and if my head is wrung off, the blood sprayed out will not scare others.

"The play house of this period should be over." I looked at him, without turning my eyes from left to right, and slowly pronounced the name:

"No misery."

When I was ten years old, I learned that I had a fiancé, and his name was Mumai Tsuji.

I sneaked over the wall to see him, thinking to myself, how could someone call Wu Mi?

It's a miserable name.

The description of "playing house" seemed to stimulate some of his nerves, veins crawled up his pale face, and his face became very scary.

"...Shut up." His voice suppressed the cold and majestic anger, trying to hide the emotions I couldn't understand, "Now I'm asking you."

"If I don't shut up, what are you going to do? Tear off my head?" I tilted my head and looked at him sideways.

When did he cut off his curly long hair, probably around the time of the Meiji Restoration.

"I have died many times, no misery." I rolled my eyes, not knowing why I was laughing, not knowing why I suddenly wanted to laugh out loud, "Unlike you, I am not afraid of death."

In the era when I was born, the era when I was really born, human life was an extremely humble thing, worse than grass.

Disease, famine, cold, any one of them is enough to easily take human life.

"You hate me." He said suddenly.

I froze for a moment.

"...Because of what happened back then, 1000 years have passed, and you still hate me." He seemed to calm down, or rather, tried his best to look calm, "Why?"

He showed a look of indifference, as if he was convincing me and himself, he said with a deadpan expression, "You're still alive, isn't that enough?"

At that moment, something hot suddenly rushed up from my blood.

I pushed him away violently.

Mind blank, ears buzzing, I raise my hand - but something rolls off the table, slams, shatters and shatters on the floor.

The fine hairpins with pearls and flowers, the shining and warm jewelry, those objects fell out of the storage box like broken memories, and rolled to my feet with a crackling sound.

The little dragonfly with bamboo leaves is different from the one I made by myself many years ago.

"...I brought you some presents."

I froze in place, my hands frozen in mid-air.

... how lonely it is to be alone in the house all the time.

——Always being excluded by others, how lonely.

If you are always alone——

...will be sad.

Really, it will be sad.

I slowly put down my hands, raised my eyes, and looked at the person in front of me.

"...if I really hate you."

I hear myself say.

"In the past 1000 years, I will not live so hard."

It's all your fault for making me into the cursed state I am today.

It's fine if you don't meet.

It's fine if you don't like it.

...How relaxed I would be if I could hate.

This hatred may become the driving force for me to live.I just need to focus on revenge, thinking about repaying all the pain that was inflicted on me.

I will choose to be a ghost hunter, living with ghosts forever.

Nothing left of my long life but ghost hunting.

Love is not needed, nor is warmth.

And such... such a life, how empty and cold it would be.

I looked at my hands, they were a pair of young hands, and there was no trace of time carried on me at all.

I remember the night I was devoured by ghosts, the fire that engulfed the street, and the pale moonlight walking through the forest that night. I held the blood-stained handle of the knife and stabbed through the head of my companion who had turned into a ghost.

"At that time, did you recognize me?"

At first, I followed the swordsman who hunted ghosts, not to learn the swordsmanship to kill evil spirits.

"I want to know what a ghost is."

I wonder what has become of my fiancé in the first life.

Empty and sad creatures like ghosts, is there a way to save them?Is there a way to turn ghosts back into humans?

"Did you recognize who I was when you killed me the second time?" I smiled at him.

"..."

My fiancé didn't answer me.

"...I see, so you recognized it."

People don't kill people because they become ghosts, but they become ghosts because they kill people.

What a simple truth.My fiancé got sick very, very early, long before he could touch the sun any more.

I can't save him.

Just like 400 years ago, when the castle tower caught fire, I couldn't kill him, so I couldn't save him either.

"Onimai Tsujimumi," I told him, "I don't hate you anymore."

I don't hate you anymore.

Something burst open in his eyes.

"Don't say it." He grabbed my jaw and choked it tightly, "Don't say it."

My ex-fiancé was a very bad tempered person, and the more scared he was, the angrier he seemed to be.

He pinched me so painfully that I felt like the bone in my jaw was going to shatter.

Who is he looking at?

He was looking at me, but not looking at me.

"Why do you want to change?" Onimai Tsuji asked me, but he didn't allow me to answer, he didn't allow anyone to answer his words.

Changes in circumstances, changes in sex, changes in feelings...all changes are deterioration.

"Why can't you be the same as before?" The plum-colored pupils trembled, and the canthus were about to split, "Why?"

why.

Because after a human heart is torn apart, it will not grow back again.

The torn limbs, the torn bones, all these things will never return to their original shape.

Because the so-called human beings are creatures that can only die once.

But you definitely don’t understand, Wu Mi.

As a ghost, you must not understand, Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi.