The life of a migrant worker

I observed a lot of things while I was doing nothing in Butterfly House. Those young swordsmen who were sent to recuperate from their injuries would undergo rehabilitation training after recovery.

I don't know if I think I'm an outsider, or out of naive trust in strangers, these guys didn't avoid me at all when they swung their swords.

Not to mention the strange rhythmic breathing they use.But in terms of the technique of wielding the sword lightly or the assiduous and diligent heart of swordsmanship, no matter what a second-level swordsman or a first-level swordsman, it is inevitable that people can't help feeling like this.

My thoughts are always frivolous and arrogant.Even the tone of request cannot conceal my grandiosity.

Obviously can't understand anything, and doesn't want to think about anything, so she said such offensive words to Ms. Butterfly Kanae.

Regarding the matter of joining the Ghost Killing Squad, I was neither out of the grief of hurting others, nor the intention of striving to repay the kindness, but realized that the savior was too busy to take care of himself. I have a nostalgic feeling for the things around me that I want to stay.

Ms. Kanae seemed taken aback by my sudden request, she almost thought for a moment, and immediately answered: "...I can understand your desire to repay, but I don't want you Please forgive me for making such a hasty decision for such reasons.”

Contrary to Kanae-san's gentle request for me to think carefully, after hearing my words, I endured the displeasure she directly displayed.

This anger is completely different from the slapstick anger in the days when she lived in the Butterfly House. I can see the frustration and self-blame of her powerlessness for the status quo in her face.

"Stop telling such jokes!"

Shinobu walked over quickly, and when he got closer, it was easy for people to find the dark blue under the eyelids because he hadn't slept all night: "What kind of mentality do you have to make such a request? Do you think that the work of the Ghost Slaughter Squad is like playing house?" Easy? You don't understand anything at all..."

Speaking of this, her blunt tone, which was originally intended to stop me, suddenly changed: "I still remember the first time Chizuru put on the team uniform. I was so happy at that time. When she participated in the final selection I still sent her off... If I insisted on going with her like that yesterday, wouldn’t it be—"

Shinobu looked so painful and blamed himself.

Kanae-san gave me an apologetic look while patting her younger sister's shoulder lightly.

"Sorry, that's not what Shinobu meant..."

I understand Miss Shinobi's feelings.

However, as a senior, it is impossible to keep children under their wings forever. Big birds often throw young birds from high altitudes to force them to learn to fly, so the survival rate of young birds in nature is terribly low.

If you say this, you will definitely be accused of being an outsider who will say some sarcastic remarks.However, if I were to stand in this position, I would never choose to let the younger generation under my care be exposed to such a dangerous job.

So I thank Butterfly Shinobu for wanting to smother my idea of ​​joining the Demon Slayer Squad by scolding.

But on this matter, I have already made up my mind.

So I deliberately raised my voice to flaunt myself, and said bluntly: "What if my swordsmanship is very good?"

At the beginning, no one was willing to compete with me, but after I followed the tradition of the great swordsman Miyamoto Musashi provoking opponents to talk trash, many people soon invited to sign up to join hands with me.

Not boasting in this regard, swordsmanship is the only strength I can show.

Although these swordsmen will draw special effects such as flames or water patterns when they draw their knives, and some knives can even emit a dancing yellow flash, but it seems that they have no other special effects except that they are stronger than ordinary people.

So from the beginning I marveled at the special effects, and then like upgrading to fight monsters, I beat all the swordsmen of A, B, C and D levels from easy to difficult.

The experience I have learned since I was a child tells me that the competition between swordsmen is always won by one blow.The back-and-forth fights are limited to business blows and pecks between masters, so the battles I participated in have never been of high value to watch.

But even so, when I hit the first-class swordsman, the white-haired man with the diamond forehead stopped, saying that my situation was special and I had to report to the lord alone.

The protagonist should be the boss of the Ghost Killing Squad.

Unexpectedly, such an old-fashioned title could still be heard in the Taisho period.

After closing hands, the swordsmen and I bowed to each other, maintaining the false dignity of friendship first and second.Terauchi Kiyoshi and the others ran over to me with a warm towel, Kanzaki Aoi stood there for a while, and finally when I stretched out my hand to shake in front of her, they were willing to look at me in a daze: " How are you so good?"

It's funny to say, my family tradition is the Shinto Wunian-style swordsmanship, I spent a lot of time practicing it, but the best ones I use are the Yuanming Liu and Ertian Liu, which I haven't studied much.

Pretty ironic isn't it?

When everyone introduces me to others, they always introduce that I am a rare genius who is rarely seen in a hundred years.In order for me to serve them diligently and faithfully, they tried their best to praise my talent in swordsmanship.

Being praised by others is an uplifting thing. Those beautiful words surround people's ears, like light clouds, enveloping the parties to the sky.

But it fell into my ears, the more famous it was for me, the more it aggravated my sense of inferiority.

My superb swordsmanship is neither a result of my own penance, nor is it a natural talent.It's just a gift of fate that you get for nothing.

I walk around with things that don't belong to me, and I get all the bragging and applause with these fake talents.

My nature is so dull and clumsy.

I was always ridiculed because of the biased belief that people always mess up their lives and become a marionette pulled by the knitting thread of fate.

Blindly follow the ebb and flow of the world.Even if you have something beyond ordinary people, you still can't live a life of mediocrity and ignorance.

I like Miss Kanae, she is not ignorant of the world, but she still has an innocent and gentle behavior that is not moved by the darkness.

I saw hope in her gentle smile. If I stay by her side, even a worthless guy like me can plunge into a small pool like a dying fish. Habitat for breathing.

I have calluses on my hands, and even though I often soften them with hot water and remove them with plasters afterwards, the nature of a hand that holds a pen is completely different from that of a sword.

Miss Kanae can't fail to see this, and Shinobu didn't push me out forcefully, but was angry at my dishonesty.

The girls in Butterfly House don't know about my past, but because the owner here accepted me, they sincerely trust and treat me with kindness.

The grace of one night and one meal must be repaid, let alone the grace of saving lives with countless bowls of rice.

After discussing the matter with the white-haired man with wonderful eye makeup, Ms. Kanae turned her eyes on me in unison.

"Is the matter so complicated... Oh, yes! I don't even know the lady's name!"

"Wandering Sen." After living in the Butterfly House for more than 20 days, I told others my name for the first time, "You can call me Heying Sen."