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

When I opened my eyes, I was alive again.

Nearly 100 years later in the world, the Warring States period is endless, and the era of feudal lords vying for the throne has begun.

When I was staggering until I was five years old, there was a shortage of food in my family, and my younger siblings were starving for food. I was sent to the sheriff's mansion by my family and became the youngest maid.

The sheriff's wife is a kind-hearted woman.Seeing that I don't have a name, she thought I was pitiful, and the camellias in the courtyard were blooming beautifully, she pondered for a while and said to me, "How about you call me "A Chun" from now on? "

The wife is innocent and simple, and is well protected by the sheriff.

Camellia is also known as the decapitated flower. When it withers, the whole petals fall from the branches. It is noble and heroic, and has no nostalgia in this world, which is especially in line with the aesthetics of Bushido.

The lady didn't know the meaning behind it, and planted camellias in full bloom in the courtyard.

On the day when the samurai's iron hooves crushed the peace, the snow fell heavily in the mountains, and the snow flakes that tore cotton and lint fell on the corpses of people and flowers, covering up the bright red color.

The sheriff's ambition brought disaster to the family.A seemingly gentle and gentle person, in fact, has always cherished the ambition of becoming the lord of a country.

The warrior wearing an antler helmet dragged the sheriff to the open space in front of the main hall, raised his knife and dropped it, splashing blood spots onto the snow, and sprinkled red plums all over the ground.

Men, women and children were pressed against sharp knives and lined up in front of death.

The lady drew out the short knife hidden in the front skirt, and rushed to Huangquan without hesitation.

Because I was too patient, I missed death.

I closed my eyes with relief when the cockroach with the residual warmth of my blood touched my neck, but there was the sound of horseshoes in a hurry outside the courtyard wall.

In the Warring States period, everyone was a praying mantis catching cicadas, and also the oriole behind the mantis.

The samurai who killed the county guard's family was raided by the enemy's army. The samurai who planned to cut off my head had a more urgent task, so he had to throw me aside and turned to fight with the enemy.

I'm a little disappointed.While standing there waiting for the cold arrow, he lifted my back collar with both hands, like a rabbit, and put me on the cold horse's back in the saddle.

That ferocious man yelled at me a few times, his ferocious mask almost covered his entire face, only revealing a pair of majestic and sharp eyes.

Inexplicably, I was adopted by the leader of the enemy army, and became a maid again, responsible for taking care of the young master who lost his mother when he was young.

Fear of death seems to have been an exceptionally appreciated virtue in those days.But as the only son of the lord of a country, that young lord was neither brave nor good at fighting, nor did he have the courage to regard death as home.

The retainers were worried about this, his father was frowning and scolded him every time he saw him, and even the maids occasionally whispered that the young master didn't look like a general.

The young master named Kotaro, always likes to hide in my room every time he is bruised and swollen by the kendo master.

"A Chun." The boy's voice was always extremely wronged, "Why can't I do anything well?"

My ability to help people bandage wounds, so I have to practice very skillfully.

After Yuanfu, the young master had a more majestic name, and no longer used the baby name of Tiger Taro.

Not long after the coming-of-age ceremony, the sad news of the death of the lord of a country came from the battlefield.The young master took over the important task under the nomination of his retainers, and inherited the position of family master and country master.

The war is urgent, and news of the enemy's army is constantly coming from the front line.

In the early morning when the enemy army attacked the door, I was sitting under the eaves of the porch. The leaves were wetted by the white morning mist. A sleepless figure passed through the silent courtyard and stopped a few steps away in front of me.

The young patriarch was dressed in the most modern clothes, vermilion lacquer, golden silk sash, and two heavy knives on his waist.

When did a face that was no longer crying with snot and tears become majestic?

He was silent for a while.I can no longer call him Kotaro anymore.

When speaking, the young Patriarch's voice was very soft.

"Is death terrible?"

Of course I knew he was nervous, and I knew why he stayed up all night.

"It's not scary at all," I told him. "It's easier than life."

The conch horn sounded on the battlefield, as if the sound from ancient times echoed in the valley.The rumbling horseshoes sprinted across the ground like thunder, and the fighting and shouting shook the sky and the earth, as if even the sky was dimmed for a while.

The fighting continued until evening.

The blood-stained samurai came almost on horseback, and everyone rushed to the front hall.The man groaned and fell off the horse, and his voice was overshadowed by people's panicked questioning.

I grabbed the reins and got on the horse's back.The galloping wind took away the noise and chaos behind me, my mind was clearer than ever, my heart was pounding in my chest, the blood in my body seemed to come alive in an instant, and what was about to happen was as bright as snow.

I'm going to die, but it's not just for that.

I galloped towards the battlefield, towards my own death.The beacon fire was split by the blade, the rain of arrows was split by the blade, the familiar tent came into view, no one was guarding the surroundings, and the piled corpses stained the grass red.

A figure stood in the center with his head down, slowly pulling out his short knife.

"Kataro——!"

I saw the blank expression on that upturned face.

"...A Chun?" the boy asked in disbelief.

Immediately, he came back to his senses: "What are you doing here?!"

"To save you," I said.

To save myself.

In order to save this muddleheaded, unmoved self.

Arrows rained, and I pulled the boy onto the horse.

A samurai should die straight, but it shouldn't be him.He is still young, and he still has an infinite future.

He has not committed any sin.

"I once had a fiancé!"

The world blurred in the howling wind.The person behind me seemed to be crying, but they didn't seem to be crying.After all, he is no longer that timid and timid child, even if he wants to go back to the past, he can only go forward.

"He's a big bastard—the number one big bastard in the world!"

One can become surprisingly honest when one is about to die.

I've died so many times, but it wasn't until that moment that I finally revealed my secret.

I couldn't tell what that feeling was like a gangrene.It could be nauseating guilt, it could be hatred, it could be humiliation.Or maybe it's just sad.

I know I was almost crushed by it, but now I can finally say it all, pick it out of my bones with words, and crush it hard under my feet.

"He was an indiscriminate executioner, and I was his accomplice."

The flames and the dark figures of the enemy army approached constantly.The rushing river neighed like a snake under the cliff.I touched the boy's face and smiled at him:

"Live on, Kotaro."

That was the first time in my life that I smiled.There seemed to be tears in the boy's eyes.

Before the rain of arrows fell, I pushed him towards the river!

Ah, what on earth am I living for?

...but it sure felt good to be able to die like this.

The author has something to say: Transition Chapter

Warring States period is not over yet

Yuanyi hasn't appeared yet, hasn't beaten the boss [bushi] yet, how could it end