The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable

the other side.

The headquarters of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Ubuyashiki Sukeyo sat on the sunny roof, squinting his eyes slightly, enjoying the clean sunshine that he had not seen for a long time.

At this time, a flying crow rushed over! Asabu Yashiki Sukeyo shouted:

"Gah!! Karma!!"

Chenji on the side put down the tea cup in her hand, stretched out her hand and let the crow fall on her arm.

The crow flapped its wings, landed safely, and combed its feathers with its beak:

"Gah! It's a letter from Lord Shangquan!"

Chenji took off the note from the ankle of the turtle, and scanned the content of the note with her lavender pupils under the sun, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

After reading the contents of the note, she whispered to Ubuyashiki Sukeyo next to her:

"That person said... that traces of Muzan were found in Fuya Town. Muzan may have left now, but there may still be ghosts remaining there."

"We need to send team members to investigate."

After saying that, Tatsuki looked at Ubuyashiki Sukeyo, who was still smiling, and waited quietly for his answer.

After a while, Ubuyashiki Sukeyo's gentle voice slowly reached the ears of the bird:

"As for Fuya Town, I remember the residence of Inagaki Jiichiro and Enjima near that place."

"Let the two of them investigate."

"Gah!!" After hearing this, the bird crow waved its arms and flew high into the sky again.

After the crows flew away, the courtyard slowly returned to calm.

"The situation that has remained unchanged for hundreds of years... has finally begun to fluctuate again." The half-faded scars on Ubuyashiki Sukeyo's face have begun to spread again. He closed his eyes and said comfortably.

"...human beings..." Chenji lowered her eyes, filled with sadness and worry: "Will they really win?"

"Everyone...actually knows that." Chen Ji couldn't bear to lower her head.

"Even the Heian swordsmen who are called the strongest generation are actually half-ghost swordsmen... This is true..."

Tatsuki wanted to continue talking, but Ubuyashiki Fuyo shook his head and slowly interrupted Tatsuki:

"In order to continue the future of mankind, no matter what the cost, this has always been the purpose of the Demon Slayer Squad."

"On the contrary, those half-ghost swordsmen created and sustained the miracles of several eras precisely because they sacrificed themselves."

"That's why we are here now, discussing the future of mankind."

"They are heroes, always have been."

"Tatsuki."

Ubuyashiki Sukeyo turned his head, his cloudy white eyes seemed to have firm eyes at this moment:

"Now it's our turn to create a miraculous moment for those who come after us."

Chen Ji was startled when she heard this. She was stunned for a while and then nodded slowly.

Ubuyashiki Sukeyo smiled slightly, holding in his hand the scroll Naosenna was holding.

On the reverse side of the last page, there is this sentence:

"Hold the torch high in the eternal night to point the way forward for those who come after you."

…

…

Mingzhu Mansion.

In the courtyard.

A young man with black hair and a yellow suit stood in the courtyard, holding the handle of the wooden knife tightly with his hands that were full of traces of vicissitudes of life.

And kept waving hard, once, again, and again.

Uh-huh!

Uh-huh!

Uh-huh!

The young man looked resolute, but there seemed to be a little cowardice hidden under this determination.

"Sancun, raise your arms a little higher."

Naruhashira Inagaki Jiichiro sat in the corridor nearby, holding an apple in his hand and giving vague instructions to the black-haired boy.

It would have been okay if he didn't give guidance, but once he did, the boy known as "Shan Cun" suddenly couldn't stand it anymore.

Bang!

The wooden knife in his hand came out weakly, his legs weakened with a look of frustration, and he fell to his knees with a plop.

"I quit."

The young man put his hands on the ground, and his frustrated voice lost its emotional ups and downs for a while.

"Huh? What?" Jiichiro Inagaki was chewing the apple in his mouth. He didn't hear something clearly. He stuck his head out and asked.

Shancun raised his head suddenly, pursed his lips tightly, turned his head with tears in his eyes, looked at Jiichiro Inagaki who was sitting next to him, and shouted in a broken voice:

"I quit!!"

As he said that, he stood up, walked to Jiichiro with his arms choked, stretched out his hand and kept complaining:

"Why! Jiichiro is obviously the same generation as me! Why did you become a pillar! I haven't yet!"

"Obviously we have been practicing together! Killing ghosts! Eating together! Even going to the toilet!"

"What the hell did you do!?"

As he spoke, two lines of clear tears flowed down Shancun's cheeks. He pursed his lips and looked at Jiichiro with wide eyes, who was sweating on his forehead.

Ciichiro's eyes averted. He held the apple and waved lightly towards Shancun who was in tears:

"Ah~ you are right~ don't give up easily, Shancun!"

Suddenly, Jiichiro Inagaki seemed to have remembered something good to say. He turned his head and looked firmly at Zencun, who pursed his lips and cried silently:

"Sancun! You will definitely succeed!"

"Your surname is my wife!"

Ciichiro's eyes sparkled and he gave a thumbs up to my wife Shancun.

My wife Shancun was stunned when she heard this, and then stared at Ciichiro even more angrily. He hit Ciichiro on the shoulder with a knife:

"asshole!!"

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

My wife Shancun became anxious, so he attacked with both hands, slapping Jiichiro quickly from both sides.

"My wife, my wife, my wife, my wife!! I would rather give my wife your last name!!"

For Shancun, who has wanted to join the Demon Slayer Corps since he was a child and have the ability to protect everyone, the surname "My Wife" has always been a very heavy hat.

The people of the Demon Slayer Corps seemed to believe that the swordsman with the surname "My Wife" should be powerful and had high hopes for him.

However, under such heavy pressure, Shancun once thought that he would be able to do well...

He firmly believed that as long as he didn't give up, he would practice so hard and repeat like hell.

It will definitely be rewarded.

But the reality is cruel.

He practiced the sword moves passed down from the family tree for a long time, over and over again, from dawn to dusk every time.

again and again.

again and again.

Carve the sword moves into your physical memory.

But as if there was an invisible wall, he just couldn't use the sword moves on the family tree cleanly.

This caused Shancun to be defeated by setbacks time and time again.

So far, "my wife"'s last name can be called a taboo word for him.

In anger, my wife Shancun jumped on Jiichiro's shoulders, grabbed Jiichiro's hair with both hands, and bit his head with her mouth:

"Bastard bastard bastard bastard!!!"

"Ahhhh!! It hurts so much!! Come down quickly!!" Ciichiro stood up subconsciously, shaking his head unsteadily, and fussing with Shancun in a panic.

At this time, a crow flew over from the east.

"Gah..." Yao Yao shouted feebly.

thump!

The last head hit the courtyard of the mansion.

"Hey!! It's the crow!!"

"Gah!"

At this time, Mingzhu's exclusive Eagle Bird flew over, lowered his head and asked the Eagle Crow who was about to fall into coma.

Then, the Calling Pillar Crow raised his head and shouted loudly to the two people who were huddled together:

"Tiewu Town! This time the mission location is Tiewu Town!"