[Ghost Extermination] A plug-in ghost who wants to bask in the sun

smashed into the cup.

I opened my mouth and didn't know what to say. Sometimes, no matter how beautiful the words are, it can't compare with a sweet dream.

"I didn't have a father since I was a child," I rubbed my wine glass, looking at myself blurred in the reflection, "Only me and my mother."

"And my mom is a workaholic."

"She is busy with work and charity all year round. She has time to play with the children in the orphanage and Sunshine Primary School, and she also has time to visit the elderly and terminally ill patients. But she has never been stingy about caring for me."

"I was very obedient when I was young, but no matter how obedient I was, I couldn't wait for her. So during the rebellious period, I started to quarrel with her. I started quarreling with her over trivial matters, and I wished that the quarrel would explode."

"Until the age of 18, she didn't even give me a chance to quarrel. She just died in an accident so perfunctorily."

"Her tomorrow is gone, and she hasn't left me any particularly happy memories, so look at me now,"

"Well... Actually, I don't have any heavy memories."

The air was quiet, I sniffed, looked up at Immortal Kawasami next to me, and when I met my gaze, I found that the corners of his eyes were red: "Ah, you are crying, you are so shameless."

"Hey," he became annoyed, and rushed forward to pinch my neck again, "I didn't." The ending sound was swallowed together with consciousness.

I fell backwards, and he fell headfirst on my lap, and he didn't move for a while.

I poked him and laughed mercilessly: "Your drinking capacity is really bad, this is just the wine I made myself."

He didn't answer, lying on my lap with a bright red face, he murmured: "Mother... Xuan, Xuan Mi..."

The wine jar was knocked down by him, rolled slowly along the eaves to the border, and finally escaped my sight, only a crisp sound was heard.

Like a small firework exploded in the night sky.

The aroma of wine slowly climbed up, lingering on the drunkard with nostalgia.

I tugged at his hair maliciously: "You know what? The first time I smell what you call thin blood is the aroma of wine."

"Ghost... kill, kill." Because of the pain, he showed a fierce expression, and gradually began to curse, "Xuan Mi, weak... retreat, get out, ghost killing team..."

I couldn't help laughing, the cool night breeze brushed my neck, I shrank my head, thinking of another person's warm embrace, "As the eldest son, it must be very hard."

Languages ​​in the world may not communicate with each other, but emotion is the easiest thing to convey.

"Let me entertain your ears again, brat," I patted the drunk's head, and sang the lullaby that sounded beside my bed a long time ago.

"Sleep...the cradle rocks you to sleep quickly, sleep peacefully in the cradle, warm and comfortable...all the best wishes in the world, all the happiness, all belong to you,"

Although I don't admit it, maybe it's because I didn't sing very well, Immortal Kawasami's hand clenched the hem of my clothes, and I was dumbfounded when I saw someone trying hard.

In another moment of silence, an electric current flowed through the slightly burning stomach after drinking, and the familiar electronic voice sounded: "You sing very well."

"Hmm, I'll just say it~ This brat doesn't know what to do." I went to break Shimi Kawasaki's fist, trying to save my clothes.

"Same as your mother."

"..."

"Your mother loves you very much."

"...Hey, are you really my mother?"

The system interrupted me with a firm tone: "She loves you very much."

I failed to break Undead Kawa Miniya's fist. "I know."

"Me too."

Tears seemed to be streaming down my face. I bit my lower lip and found my voice: "You also know that my mother loves me very much?"

"Shunshun, you know I love you too."

"..."

"I'm lying to you." Wiping away my tears angrily, I lowered my head and held the fist of someone who was in a deep sleep, and continued to sing: "Sleep, sleep, my dear baby..."

"A bouquet of lilies, a bouquet of roses,"

"When you wake up..."

"Mom will give it to you."

instinct

Tanjiro started to practice the breathing of the complete concentration · Changzhong. During the day, he shuttled around every corner of Butterfly House for training, and he kept training with high energy until night fell.

"Ah, I want to ask Li one thing." Early in the morning, Tanjiro bowed when he found me who was hiding in the shadows.

"Ah, just say it."

"I hope that Li can supervise the complete concentration of Changzhong when I sleep at night. If it breaks, use this to hit me!"

The boy with a sincere face handed over a wooden stick, I took it and twitched the corners of my mouth, believe it or not, you won’t be able to fully concentrate in your life if I stick it down, “I don’t need a wooden stick, I’ll wake you up and keep on keeping on The complete set of Changzhong. Don't worry, leave it to me."

"please!"

In the first half of the night, his breathing was continuous and steady, maintaining the unique frequency of the complete works. I sat by his bed and looked at Inosuke who was sprawled in the next bed, wondering why he didn't take off his headgear while sleeping.

Shanyi got up to go to the toilet, saw me, and almost screamed.I made a shush gesture at him, and the next second, I heard Tanjirou's changing breathing.

I still kept smiling at Zenitsu, and with his gradually terrified expression, I raised my hand and punched Tanjiro.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" Tanjiro sat up in pain and looked at me, "Please continue..."

"Ok~"

Different from Anwen in the first half of the night, Tanjiro in the second half of the night was woken up by me after almost no sleep. I realized that the punch at the beginning was still not a pain that ordinary people could bear, so I chose to flick my brain.

After all, the head of the head column is more beaten.

In this way, a pleasant night passed, and just after dawn, Tanjiro woke up yawning, "Thank you!"

I looked at the aching finger joints, and then at his forehead, which was completely normal. Did I master the strength, or was his head just too hard?

Five days later, on the premise that his nights were obviously much more stable, I also added special training to him in the daily stretching and agility training.

"In my case, what you have to train is instinct."

Since ancient times, animals have had the instinct to detect danger, but humans seem to have gradually forgotten this instinct in the alternation of generations.Or the instinct is too slow, and by the time the reaction comes, what should have happened has already happened.

"Do it instinctively before your brain thinks."

"Usually when we see something happen, the process in our brain is to reflect the fact, and then the brain controls the body to do it. When the killing intent comes, the thinking time is only one second at most, so use the body to feel it first."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand," I smiled at Tanjiro, "I'll understand in actual combat, that—"

Creepy feeling.

When I first started the actual combat training with Zhumen, as a H countryman who has been abiding by the law for more than 20 years, my battles were full of ghosts and brute force but no rules. Even if I didn’t use poison, I was able to play tricks on me. Go round and round.

After being beaten a lot, the body instinctively fears the approaching sword and the approaching damage, and every pore can feel the galloping killing intent. Before the brain can figure out the opponent's move, the body subconsciously hides away.

The number of injuries has since decreased dramatically.

After my level of fighting resistance increased, Zhu's ferocity level also turned upside down. Whether it was weapons or hand-to-hand combat, both sides could fight [-]-[-].

But if I were to face Tanjiro at this moment, a rookie who hadn't even managed to concentrate on his daily breathing, it would be a slap in the face.

Thinking of those sad days of being educated by the pillars, my blood is boiling right now.

I released a killing intent and lightly punched Tanjiro. After all, he had just recovered, so I didn't dare to hit hard, but my light punches were enough for him to cry out in pain (no)

"Feel it with your body." Another punch hit his leg, "Ah, excessive tension will break the string, relax."

As night fell, Tanjiro, who was covered in bruises, once again sat down on the ground in relief.

"Thank you!" Tanjiro grinned after taking the towels from Xiaoqing and the others and wiping his face.

I looked at the corner of his mouth that I accidentally broke, and felt guilty: "You are the one who worked hard."

"Then," silently took out the prepared medicinal wine from his bosom, "in order to train better tomorrow (beaten), I have to rub these bruises away today."

"Eh?!! Did Li fight me with medicinal wine just now?"

The point doesn't seem to be this... "The following pictures may not be suitable for children to watch, the three of you should go back and rest first."

Xiaocheng put the towels we handed back in the tray, nodded with the other two little sisters and went back first.

"Okay, where does it hurt?" I put some medicinal wine on my hands, and the other pillars always said that I did not use the medicinal wine lightly or hard. If I didn't wipe the medicinal wine after each beating, it would hurt for several days, so in the formal and charcoal Before Jiro sparred, I specially brought Butterfly Ninja Special Medicine Wine.

Tanjiro looked at me, stunned for two seconds, and suddenly blushed: "Ah, I can do it myself!"

I looked at him sympathetically: "No, I promise that my hands are strong enough to rub your bruises away. You just got hit on your back a few times, and I will take responsibility to the end."

Tanjiro's soul ascended to heaven.

It was like dying for the second time, and the pain could not be avoided, and he was pinned in place with his arms twisted.

The boy's slightly thin back was exposed to the air, and it was bruised and purple, especially in the waist and abdomen where there seemed to be blown capillary blood vessels congealed into blood spots under the skin.

"..." I leaned closer, pressed the bruise beside his shoulder blade and rubbed it vigorously, feeling a little too quiet, and couldn't help but want to make a joke, "There is something on Tanjirou's left cheek."

"What?" He turned around unexpectedly, as if something soft had rubbed against my forehead,