The biggest characteristic of tiredness may be that there is a distorted attachment to bonds.

A family was also made for this.

It's all fake family.

Most of the ghosts in Demon Slayer are human, and none of them are pure evil people.

But it's all pure pathetic.

"Sting..."

The sound of old muscles broken.

"Ahh Tanjiro held back the pain and raised the blade.

I don't know why he used Evil Water Breath Seven No Shape Tian Yuan One Slash.

The whole body seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure of the knife.

"I'm so tired." Tanjiro's eyes are getting blurry.

He seemed to be going to sleep.

There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing on the mountain, squeaking on the trees.

The entire world of the four directions changed color.

The earth suddenly became full of vitality, and from the depths of the earth grew one dead locust after another.

The locust tree is covered with paper money with red ropes.

"The Evil Blade." A familiar voice whispered the name of the blade.

The pitch-black mist seemed to be a flame that blackened Tanjiro's eyes.

There was this strange black flame burning all over the body.

Tanjiro seems to have changed people.

"Ahh He laughed maniacally and stood up.

“？！” The demon sensed that the atmosphere was very wrong, and hurriedly rushed forward.

Tanjiro threw several punches hard.

"Be careful!" Inosuke struggled to get up on the ground and yelled at Tanjiro to let him dodge.

"Huh?" Tanjiro swung his blade lightly, like a devastating blow to block it.

The demon took two steps back.

"A little bit of strength, little ghost." Tanjiro laughed with a hideous face: "Hahahahaha." ”

"Damn, how can you have so much strength." The demon rushed forward again to grab him by the neck.

"What are you doing, little ghost?" Tanjiro's eerie and ethereal voice appeared behind him.

"How is that possible, Mingming."

"It was still in front of me just now, and in an instant—" The demon's pupils were already wide.

"Ahh Tanjiro Kurome slashed several times with the blade of his blade.

It's so fast that the demons are almost completely defenseless.

Each blow was tingling to the bone.

"What's the point of just knowing defense?" Tanjiro raised his blade.

The blade was stained with the flames of nothingness.

"Click."

The sound of bones breaking.

"Ah, how did you break an arm?"

"Defense?"

Tanjiro taunted the demon with two broken arms in a strange voice.

The wounds inflicted by the Blade are pain and damage to the soul.

Even ghosts can feel it.

"Now, it's not nice to have two broken arms."

He feigned deep thought for a moment before speaking.

"Why don't you chop off both of your legs too!"

"Aha!"

At this time, he seemed to be a demon.

The branches on the ancient acacia fell dead coins, and everything seemed beautiful.

The moon is blackened with mist.

In the cramped and dilapidated old house, the stone bricks on the ground are covered with moss, and the entire ancient room seems to have not been visited for a long time.

The messy bed was facing the broken mirror.

Two figures are reflected in the mirror.

One lying on the bed can see Tanjiro in front of him, while the other has his back to the mirror.

"Tanjiro."

With his back to the mirror, he looked at the red-eyed man in front of him and said.

"I'll help you once."

Then He turned and walked away.

The front of the person can be seen in the mirror.

Tanjiro Kurome.

Exactly the same other him.

It is common sense that the blade of the evil cannot be evil.

"Can't move, can you?" Tanjiro Kurome looked at the demon whose limbs had been cut off and said, "I don't have time to play with you little guy." ”

"Kill your family later."

"Ahh

Inosuke is still in a coma due to excessive blood loss.

"Where is the imp's family?" Kuromu seemed to be talking to himself.

He walked slowly towards the nearby forest.

"I'm really looking forward to dying one by one." The corners of the black eyes couldn't stop rising.

"Ahh A heart-rending cry could be heard from the woods not far away.

"I beg you not to do this." This would be a girl crying out for help. This was followed by the sound of broken skin and sobbing cries.

"Ah, there are still people here." Kurome found someone wearing the same clothes as the previous ghost.

"What are you looking at?" Tired seemed to notice Tanjiro get up and said, "It doesn't matter to you here, do you want to die?" ”

Tanjiro doesn't make any big senses like in the original book.

Because it's not all Tanjiro at all.

"Oh, there's a nice ghost here."

"This kind of small thing can even be solved by me."

A member of the Ghost Slayer walked out of the forest behind him, and he slowly raised the Nihon Knife.

"Flash." The team member seemed to think Tanjiro was in the way.

"Who?" Tanjiro Kurome smiled as if talking to himself, and said, "That little thing actually made me dodge." ”

In an instant, a burst of ethereal flames appeared out of thin air above the member's body.

In an instant, it was a mass of charcoal.

"So weak." Heimu said goodbye, feeling that the weak man just now was not qualified to let him kill with a knife.

"Oh, can members of the Demon Slayer still kill each other?" Tired felt funny, and turned his head to look at Kurome.

He knew some of the rules of the Ghost Slayer Team, and he could see that the two of them were dressed the same.

"It's just a weakling." The black eyes looked at the coke with an expressionless face and said, "I hope you can make me happy." ”

Black-eyed licked his tongue bloodthirsty.

Tired of feeling the person in front of him made him feel an indescribable fear.

"Blood Demon Technique: Carved Thread"

By tying a spider's web-like steel wire to an enemy's body, it instantly slices the opponent into pieces, and its hardness is difficult to cut even with a Nichiren knife.

but

The flying wires seemed to be like tiny strips of paper.

It was easily chopped to pieces.

Kurome put away the blade and put his hand behind his back and said, "It turns out that it's just this kind of goods, it seems that I can save a knife and two pairs of hands." ”

"Damn." Tired, a little hideous.

He kept waving the tightrope and tried to cut off Tanjiro's head.

Every time the steel wire was less than a meter away from the body, it strangely annihilated and collapsed.

"Don't you think you look like a circus clown when you swing?"

Kurome sneered softly, his body still not moving half a step.

"Blood Demon Magic: Engraved Thread Rotation"

Tired roared and said the move he was most proud of.

Using the hardest silk threads, he weaves a giant swirl-like cocoon and shoots it towards Tanjiro's small body.

"Don't you dodge? You'll regret it. ”

Tired is really a child who doesn't understand the situation at all.

The high-hardness steel wire stabbed towards the black eye at a rapid pace.

"Not really, little brat."

The move he was most proud of was still like a fictitious move in front of the black eyes.

The high-hardness steel wire quickly melts into powder and scatters in the air.

"How so?" Tired only felt incredible, with a deep sense of frustration.

He hurriedly took two steps back.

Heimu stepped forward with a smile, looked at the tired head and said, "Don't be afraid, you are a ghost, I can't kill you." ”

This sentence seems to be a mockery.

I could see that the man was not holding the Richakra Blade in his hand, and it was still very early before dawn.

Theoretically, I shouldn't be killed.

but

He had nothing but fear in his heart.