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

I am a bystander in my memory.

In midsummer, the cicadas chirped endlessly in the shadows of the trees, and the pond reflected the brilliance of the sun.The wilting scent of flowers floats from the garden, fermenting in the heat to produce a slightly drunken taste like rum.

In the summer of that year, there seemed to be a severe drought around the capital.

The sun hanging high in the sky is pouring heat unreservedly. For ordinary people, the scorching heat is unbearable, but for my fiancé, it is a rare warmth.

Ripples appeared in the wooden basin filled with clear water. I carefully held the long black curly hair in my hand, picked up the toothed comb that was set aside, and combed the thick black hair like seaweed along the flowing arc.

My fiancé has a cold physique, even in the midsummer heat, his bloodless fingertips don't feel much warmth.But he pays great attention to his own image, even if he can't enter the court, even if he stays at home, he still refuses to relax in this regard.

I couldn't hold him back, so I usually had to wrap up a screen, soak a silk cloth in water in a warm room, and carefully scrub his hair.

"Is the water temperature too cold?"

Black curly hair spilled from my fingertips.

With eyes slightly closed, the person who looked like he was about to fall asleep let out a nonchalant murmur.

——It is acceptable.

In the windless courtyard, the fragrance of summer flowers is scorched by the sun.

The chirping of cicadas stretches along a line.

"All right."

I wiped off the moisture from his hair, and pressed it gently with a silk cloth repeatedly to make sure that there was no trace of moisture left, and then let go of my hands.

"Do you want something to eat?" I raised my head, "I made some persimmons, I can bring them over."

My fiancé sat up.He rubbed his neck and looked sideways, with no interest or waves in his eyes.

"That kind of thing can be done by the servants."

Elegant and contemptuous tone.Slight downcast eyes.

"Who told you to go to the kitchen?"

"But……"

I put my hands on my knees: "I want to do this."

I made up my mind to let him taste the persimmons I made, even my fiancé himself couldn't kill my hobby in this area.

I personally went to the back kitchen and put the dried persimmons into the box under the strange eyes of the maids.

When I returned to the main house, which was filled with the smell of medicine all the year round, I saw my fiancé sitting under the eaves, looking at the ancient pond and bridge in the courtyard, and looking at a more distant place behind the fence.

His long black curly hair hung loosely over the shoulders of his pajamas, and his face was still pale under the hot summer sun.

I grabbed the coat hanging on the screen, ran over in three steps and put the clothes on him.

"Be careful..." Liang said.

The red plum-colored pupils stared at me without blinking.

My fiancé hates others talking about his illness, even if it is a well-intentioned concern.

"I'm not even allowed to sit in the corridor." He raised his jaw, his voice was cold, but there seemed to be anger welling up deep in his throat.

I was worried that he would choke on me when he got angry, so I quickly waved my hand and took a step back.

"I just want you to add some clothes."

Seeing that the anger on his body had subsided somewhat, I moved closer and raised my hand to gather his clothes together.

"That's all." I sat down a step behind him.

"Can I sit with you for a while?"

The carp in the pond are enjoying the shade under the bridge, slowly waving their beautiful long tails.

"Today's weather is really nice."

He didn't answer.There is no need or value for an answer to this meaningless small talk.

The afternoon air has a drowsy aroma.Where there is no sound, the summer flowers on the courtyard wall are peeling off one by one.The soil absorbs the fragrance of flowers, and the noise of cicadas is lingering in the distance.

I gently leaned against his back, pressing my forehead against his shoulder blades.

My fiancé has the aroma of cold plum, which seems to be absent, hidden under the bitter smell of medicine.

"No misery."

I know he doesn't like my care.

He didn't like to be cared for, and he didn't like being cared for like fragile china.

I sometimes don't know how to get along with him.

But occasionally.

Occasionally.

Like this, when I put my head on his back.

He will not say no.

……

In the sixth year of Mingqing (1497).

From the point of view of the big shots, this is a year without any major historical events.

Oda Nobunaga was not yet born, and Toyotomi Hideyoshi's parents were still farming. As for Tokugawa Ieyasu, it was half a century before his birthday.

The era that will not be remembered by future generations is the taste of rain and rust.

The muddy ground was soaked in blood, and the raindrops knocked broken syllables on the broken blade.

The interval between death and rebirth is too short. When I found out that I was still in the Warring States period in this life, my mood was a bit complicated. When I found myself lying in the pile of dead people with my eyes open, my mood was even more complicated.

In the vast rain, monks in cassocks lowered their heads and eyes, chanting sutras and praying for the dead on the battlefield. Their silent posture is like an old bodhi tree.

When the bodhi tree came to me, I paused slightly.

I keep my eyes open.The other party also opened their eyes wide.

"...A person who has nowhere to go."

When the palms were joined together, the rosary in the monk's hand made a rustling sound.

"Why do you stay here?"

I couldn't answer, the raindrops fell down the knife and fell into my eyes wetly.The world is coated with a layer of water-colored film, I blinked the mist off my eyelashes, and heard myself speak.

"I want to know the answer to this damn question too."

The rain is pattering, and the face under the bamboo hat has a pair of kind eyes.

"If you have nowhere to go, would you like to go with me?"

The monk stretched out his hand and brought me out of the dead.

"I'm Hiroru."

Hongru has no hometown and travels all year round.

He likes to preach scriptures, knows a little bit of herbal medicine, and often helps poor people see a doctor. When passing by a battlefield full of corpses, he will stop to pray for the dead.

I don't have a hometown either, so I traveled all over the world with him.I hung out outside the monastery when he was preaching scriptures, and I was in charge of pounding medicine when he was treating people.When passing by the battlefield, I picked up some knives in exchange for supplies, he frowned and looked at me for a long time, shook his head and let me go.

Those who walked in the troubled times of the Warring States Period had no ability to protect themselves at all. They did not have the backing of powerful sects, nor did they have good relations with the political leaders of various countries.

If this world pays attention to the cause and effect of good and evil, then he will live a long life, and die peacefully when he is too old to walk.

If this world pays attention to the cause and effect of good and evil, the person who gets sick and dies must be me.

Before my death, Hongru entrusted me to the abbot of Ruiquan Temple, and the person who was tortured to the bone by the disease died that night.

I stayed in the monastery for three days. After everything was settled, I packed my bags and went down the mountain.

In the chaotic times of the Warring States Period, people are like duckweed without roots.I, this duckweed, have drifted far away. It is said that the place I stayed in in my previous life has changed hands, and the people I knew in my previous life have long since turned to loess.After thinking about it, I came to Aiko County in Sagami Country.

The moonlight gurgled on the river, and the snow-like reeds swayed gently in the evening wind.

The crowd at the pier of the ferry was running in all directions. I walked against the flow of people, and just before the ghost bit off the head of the passerby, I slashed into the back of the neck.

Blood spurts out - why is ghost blood as red as humans?

People who have no fear of death seem to be prone to irrelevant thoughts when life is at stake.

concentrated.I tell myself.Concentrate and don't think about what's there or what's not.

The ghost howled in pain and turned around angrily.

Regarding the fact that I couldn't cut off the ghost's head with a single knife, I had expected it a long time ago. When the strong wind hit, I jumped back several times, barely avoiding the sharp claws that almost tore my skull.

With a plop, the ship sank.

The surface of the lake was shimmering under the moonlight, and the flying catkins of reeds looked beautiful and ethereal, not suitable for this bloody scene at all.

I stood at the stern of the boat with a knife in my hand, and the ghost smiled ferociously, as if it believed that I had no way out.

right judgment.False confidence.

I raised the knife, and was about to assume the posture before attacking, when the ghost staggered forward, like a puppet with its thread removed, and fell down stiffly in a strange posture.

The lake water ripples.I slightly lowered the point of the knife that had been coated with wisteria flower juice.

The effects of the medicine took a little longer than I expected.But it doesn't matter, the desired effect has been achieved.

I stepped forward, took out the iron chain, and tied the ghost to the bridge post.

The ghost twitched and convulsed, making a distorted sound like a trapped animal from between its teeth.

"Ask you something." I shook off the blood on the knife, and met eyes full of hatred and unwillingness.

"I know you can talk."

It's rare to meet a sane ghost, and the opportunity can't be wasted casually.

"Ghost Dance Tsuji Wu Mi." The moment the name was uttered, the ghost suddenly froze and stopped trying to move.

"Is that the name of the person who turned you into a ghost?"

Under the moonlight, there seemed to be a look of fear on the ghost's face.

Can man-eating ghosts be scared too?For a moment I thought I was wrong.

"……I do not know anything."

When the ghost spit out human words, its voice was visibly trembling.

"Who are you?" it asked me.

The eyes with slender pupils were full of fear and doubt.

"Why do you know this name?"

"It's none of your business."

The ghost suddenly struggled frantically.

"Who are you?!" a shrill voice said.Its eyeballs began to roll and roll inside the skull. For some reason, that scene reminded people of a slimy and wet frog.

The frog was bitten by the poisonous snake on the neck, and it was crying convulsively as it was dying.

"Who is who is who is who is who is who..."

Blood splattered on the board, the ghost stared at the scene in the void that I couldn't see, as if caught in some kind of hallucinatory memory, the frequency of the body twitched as if something was about to explode from the body.

Don't be brains.

I take a step back.

"Shouldn't, shouldn't, shouldn't be eaten hahahahahahaha..." Something like tears or blood seeped out from the corner of the ghost's eyes.

Immediately, he squeezed out a high-pitched and tragic whine from his throat, which shattered into a blood mist before my eyes.

I put away the knife.

Returning to the silent world again, only the moonlight travels between the lake and the reeds.

I stepped on the side of the boat and returned to land.

The pier of the ferry was empty, and the weeping willows cut out shadows on the ground. Next to the shadow stood a small shadow, and I don't know how long it stood there.

……Huh?There are people.

I look up.

A child less than ten years old stayed there quietly. Seeing me covered in blood, there was neither surprise nor panic on his face, just like the calm moonlight at this moment, and his eyes did not show any scrutiny.

"good evening."

The child spoke politely, as if this was the most natural way to begin.

"You've got blood on your face."

With a small hand, he handed the soft veil in front of me.

He should have raised his hand very hard, I bent down slightly, and accepted the kindness.

"Thank you."

I cough lightly: "What's your name?"

The lost child must be returned to his parents.

Hearing this, the child wearing flower earrings raised his face.

I have never seen a clearer and purer eye than that.

"Yuanyi." He said, "My name is Jiguo Yuanyi."

The author has something to say: Sagami country = today’s northeast of Kanagawa Prefecture, very close to Tokyo, just on the edge

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There seems to be a lot to say, but I don't know what to say

end with a period

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