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

It seems to be a law that old people become verbose inadvertently.Now that I am old, although I look like a young man on the outside, I gradually start to like to look back on the past. I like to take out the good and the bad, shake the ashes, and put them in the sun to dry.

After living to a certain age, the passage of time is like cold tea, after all the flavors are filtered out, only plainness remains.I’m extraordinarily stable now, with no emotional ups and downs recalling my ex-fiancé who should have spent more time in the sun.

Occasionally, I will miss the stupid me back then.

I used to be clumsy with my tongue, and I often blushed before arguing with people. After suffering a few times, I naturally learned to avoid those overly complicated social situations.

The relationship between people is a fine and dense net, and I was the fish that slipped through the net. I was lucky to get out of this suffocating circle with my own weirdness.

Although I am clumsy, I also know how to minimize my sense of existence and try not to attract others' comments or attention.The only outrageous behavior, the first fight in my life, was for my ex-fiancé who should have died young.

Looking back now, the unlucky guy who was beaten up by me was actually just telling the truth.

Based on my ex-fiancé's physical condition at the time, it seemed like he was about to burp at any time.

A sick young man with a face as white as a dead man's, doesn't he describe himself.

Now I not only can't push the other party to the ground and beat him up, but also pull him up, hold the other party's hand with emotion, and praise him for being so right. To put it bluntly, it is best to say everything that comes true, and save the people of the future from suffering.

It's a pity that the first person who could be a friend was turned into an enemy by me just like that.We could have happily bad-mouthed my ex-fiancé together and formed an unbreakable revolutionary friendship.

My face was swollen for a few days afterwards, but no one dared to speak ill of my fiancé in front of me anymore.

Those noble ladies from well-born families said that I was unreasonable, and they didn't even give me a smiley face that was just for show, and they completely expelled me from their social circle.

As for whether this incident has reached my fiancé or her husband's family, I don't know.

I felt from the bottom of my heart that it would have been nice if I had been annulled at that time.

In this way, I don't have to be implicated in the millennium-long moth.

As for why I didn't recognize the homeless girl as my ex-fiancé himself, I thought about it carefully later, and felt that the fault was not with me, but with Onimai Tsuji.

Ask yourself, who would have thought that after hundreds of years, not only is his ex-fiancé still alive, but his appearance has become younger, and his gender has also changed drastically?

nobody.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi, oh no, this is dead... This ghost is very good at surprising you.

So, don't compare yourself to him.

……why?

Because you are no match for him.period.

On the third day after the fire, I started working at the tea house.

One is not enough money to go to Kyoto, and the other is wanting to repay the kindness of the owner of the tea house.

During the day, I was responsible for serving tea and pouring water, cleaning the environment of the store, and polishing the kitchen stove to shine.

At night, the girl staying in the attic will slowly step down the wooden ladder.

Her face was always pale like the moonlight outside, with no trace of rosy vitality.

But I didn't think too much about it.

People who have had everything ruined by ghosts always need a little time to recover.

I used to come here as well, so I treat any abnormality displayed by the girl with the most tolerant attitude.

What's more, apart from her pale face and never going out during the day, the young girl has no similarities with those evil man-eating ghosts.

There are no horns on her head, no sharp fangs in her mouth, but when she smiles, she has the charm that makes the customers in the store fascinated.

Whether you are a samurai, a wandering monk, a townsman, or a well-informed traveling businessman, if you are lucky enough to visit a small tea house at night and see a girl sitting by the window with her sleeves on, you will inevitably be stunned for a while.

On the seventh day after the ghost attack happened, the tea house ushered in several unusual guests.

I was about to take down the noren on the door and put it into the room, when I turned around, those people were standing under the moonlight, with different shapes and appearances, only the sharp and upright aura on their bodies was the same.

Looking at the sabers on the waists of those people, I suddenly understood.

"...Are you Zuobei's companions?"

The Ghost Slayer Swordsman who died a few days ago did not tell me his real name.

He seems to think that the name is a very troublesome thing, and after I asked it a few times, he just threw out the name Zuobei casually.

That swordsman has always acted alone. Although I know there are other ghost slayers in this world, it is the first time I have seen so many people appearing at the same time.

At first I thought they were here to pay homage to their companions and kindly planned to take them to the cemetery behind the monastery, but the leading man shook his head and told me that they were here to kill ghosts.

After I told the other party the ghost's appearance, ability, time and place of appearance in as much detail as possible, a chill suddenly rose from behind.

"What are you talking about?"

The girl in coral-colored sleeves stood at the door with a gentle smile.The lanterns under the eaves of the corridor cast light and shadow on the white face, the red plum-colored pupils seemed to be covered with sweet icing, and the slightly drooping eyelashes curled up like the wings of a butterfly, full of bewitching weakness and harmlessness.

A chill runs down my spine.But that ominous feeling had no source, I hesitated and suppressed this strange feeling.

Others don't seem to notice it.

I was worried that topics related to ghosts would bring back bad memories for the other party. After learning about the ghost slayer's plan, the frail girl covered her mouth with her sleeves, as if she was about to cry, but what she said was completely opposite:

"Please--please let me go with you."

I seemed to hear a trembling in that voice, but it was not the sound of crying, but like a silent laughter.

He suppressed it so hard that he wouldn't let out a laugh from his quivering throat.

The ghost slayers present were silent, but they couldn't refuse the girl's request.

Her family was killed by a ghost, and she had the right to see that ghost beheaded.

It took three days to search for traces of the ghost.

The ghost was hiding in the misty forest, and the ghost slayer made a plan to destroy the ghost on the night of the full moon.

"Are you sure you want to go?"

I helped the girl change into men's clothes that are easy to move, and tied on the gauntlets and greaves.

The girl's hair is as black as satin, as soft as the clouds in the sky, and has a soft curvature like the waves of the sea.I helped her tie it carefully, and tied the broken hair behind her ears.

"You don't have to go."

I was worried, but I didn't know where my restless worry came from.

The girl smiled and patted my hand comfortingly.

"I want to go."

It didn't take long to understand what the girl's words meant.

I always remember that the moon was extraordinarily bright that night.

The silvery moonlight wandered through the dark forest like mist. The ghost, like a spider waiting for a mosquito to fall into its net, suddenly jumped out from the blind corner of its field of vision, bit off the arm of a ghost slayer, and then Hastily fled into the darkness, disappeared again.

"Go! Don't let it escape!"

The girl urged loudly, and knelt down to look after the wounded swordsman.

In my life, I learned a lot of skills from the swordsman who slashed ghosts, which can be regarded as combat power in an emergency.The scene at that time was too chaotic. When I saw the ghost running away, I didn't even think about it. I grabbed the knife and chased after it.After running some distance in the dark with the others, a premonition prompted me to stop.

I turned around and ran back.

That's a long way to go.

Breathing is completely disordered, and the lungs are like burning dry wood.

If my master—is he my master?I don't even know his real name.

If he was still there, he would definitely say again, what kind of crooked way is a girl learning to kill ghosts.You see, you have no talent at all, so stop following me and find a good man to marry.

He doesn't know that marrying a talent is not the beginning of happiness, but the beginning of all disasters.

I don't want to marry.

No matter how many more lives I have, I don't want to get married anymore.

I want to avenge him.

I want to kill that ghost.

But I found myself starting to run back.

A protruding tree root tripped me, and I almost fell out of the darkness and rolled into the pale moonlight.

what did i see

There are two figures imprinted on my retina.

The Ghost Slayer, who lost one arm, rolled on the ground and howled in pain. The sound was terrible, as if someone opened his mouth and poured hot oil into it, burning it all the way down the throat to the internal organs.

There was the creaking and moaning of the joints, the crackling of the meridians, and the flesh-and-skinless arm grew out of the man's shoulder again, and the muscles expanded and contracted like a living heart.

My ex-fiancé—yes, my ex-fiancée was standing there in the clothes I helped him change, with long black curly hair that I tied up with my own hands.

He has a handsome face, red plum-colored pupils that are slender like a cat, the corners of his mouth are slightly hooked, and his condescending smile is cruel and pleasant.

"Are you in pain?" a deep voice sounded in the moonlight.

My ex-fiancé withdrew his hand and casually wiped the blood from his fingertips on his sleeve: "Don't worry, with my blood, you will become an immortal ghost in no time."

He turned his head to look at me, there was no emotion in his calm and deep eyes.

"Look, even the bait is automatically delivered to the door, you are so lucky."

The swordsman, who had turned into a ghost, completely lost his mind, just like all hungry beasts would do, he rushed towards me without hesitation.

My ex-fiancé stood leisurely aside, like a nobleman watching a Noh play, watching me and my former companions kill each other with great interest.

sorry.I said to that person.

sorry.sorry.

The moment he tore open my stomach, I slammed forward the knife in my hand—the hot blood mixed with the brain burst out together, and I pierced his head with a knife, letting the hideous corpse fall on the ground land.

Wheezing and wheezing, my mind is already blurred.The pale moonlight was reflected in my eyes, and when I came back to my senses, I heard myself laugh.

"……It is you……"

It is you.

I laughed out loud, but my physical condition didn't allow it, blood foam and minced meat gushed out of my throat together.

I realized that I was going to die soon.I'm very experienced with this kind of thing.

This time, the death was quick and painless. Compared with being slowly eaten by ghosts in the first life and being reduced to the belly of others, this death is as insignificant as a needle prick.

"It was you..."

I didn't even want to look at him, but I forced myself to turn my head slightly to take a good look at the figure standing not far away.

Before the consciousness dissipated, I moved my lips silently:

"Long time no see, no misery."

His face was paler than the moonlight.

……

——My mother actually asked me when the two families made a marriage contract.

"Do you really want to marry him?"

willing.

I say.

That was the dumbest thing I ever said.

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