"......"

The sound of rolling wheels echoed in the field.

Senjuro lifted the curtains on the carriage and looked at the rice fields that had turned golden due to the autumn harvest, and he was particularly relieved.

He stayed in the butterfly house for more than 20 days, and read books all day long, so that his bones were almost rusty.

Now that he is leaving, looking at the colorful world in front of him, he can't help but feel like he is in a different world.

"It's beautiful!"

Hearing his sigh, Purgatory Kyojuro, who was meditating, opened his eyes and said with a smile:

"Chijuro, you've worked hard this time!"

"Compared to the burden of my brother and the family, what is my waiting?" Senjuro shook his head with a sincere expression.

As for what he thinks in his heart, this is not enough to communicate with outsiders.

Purgatory Kyojuro stretched out his hand meaningfully, wanting to touch his brother's head, but looking at the bright eyes of the young man in front of him, his hand paused, and then retracted it.

"Senjurou has grown up too......"

After the exclamation, the carriage fell silent again, and only the sound of the wheels rolling in his ears remained.

"Brother, aren't you curious why I appeared in Fuji Raid Mountain?"

Looking sideways at the scenery outside the window, Senjuro whispered.

"Chijuro, just as you trust me as an older brother, I also trust you!"

Purgatory Kyojurou closed his eyes, but his face was filled with a smile like fire.

"Our two brothers are the closest family in the world!"

Senjuro didn't dare to turn his head, still looking at the golden rice fields outside the window.

"I'm sorry, brother, I don't want to make up excuses to deceive you. But please be assured that in due course, I will explain all this to you. ”

"I believe in you!"

……

Time flies, and two years have passed in a blink of an eye.

In the Purgatory Mansion, a young man in a white martial arts uniform stood quietly in the courtyard.

The breeze blew, bringing up a strand of orange-red hair from the young man's ear, and also unsheathing the weapon at his waist instantly.

"Qiang—"

With the sound of metal, dozens of yellowed leaves were split in two along the midline.

"Hoo ......"

Senjuro exhaled lightly, looking at three or two of the dead leaves that were completely broken, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Originally, his goal was to cut all the dead leaves in half, but because of the deviation of control, there were fish that slipped through the net.

"It's still a little bit worse, and it looks like we need to continue to practice."

Two years have passed, and Senjuro's body has grown from a twelve-year-old boy to a fourteen-year-old boy.

As he grows older, coupled with the hard work of day and night to polish his body, he is now not inferior to ordinary adult men in terms of body shape.

In the past two years, except for a short period of time in the early stage, Qian Shoulang has spent almost all of the rest of his time in the Purgatory Mansion, practicing the [Breath of Fire] sword technique.

According to his original plan, he was going out to hunt demons to enhance his attributes while honing his sword skills.

However, the plan is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

The means of communication in this world are too backward compared to the earth before he crossed over.

Today, it is 1912, and it is also the beginning of the Taisho period in Japan.

Electric power technology is still in its infancy, and steam technology still dominates half of Japan.

In such a social context, the telephone is only a tool for the powerful and powerful, and it is limited by the line, which is not convenient in many remote places.

This also caused a lot of inconvenience to Senjuro.

Accustomed to the efficient gathering of information in modern society, he felt almost blind in the early 20th century, ignorant of what was happening around him.

In such a situation, trying to search for the traces of evil spirits on your own is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

Thinking of this, Senjuro simply gave up his plan to search for it, and prepared to join the ghost killing team, with the help of the intelligence network of the ghost killing team, so that the efficiency was undoubtedly greatly improved.

But what he regretted was that the selection of the ghost killing team in the following year was suspended because of the original escape of the ghosts of the Fuji Attack Mountain.

According to the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Team, the number of demons in Fuji Raid Mountain was too small to have the effect of tempering and screening, so it was postponed for a year until the number of demons imprisoned inside reached the standard, and then the selection ceremony would be held.

Thinking that the number of demons in the vine attack mountain has been greatly reduced and has his own "credit", Senjuro was stunned at the same time, and at the same time, he had to continue to hone his sword skills and wait for the selection in the coming year.

Now, the day of the start of the selection for the team is getting closer and closer.

Even with the state of mind tempered by Senjuro's two years of hard work, he couldn't help but make waves.

"Chijuro, I'm back!"

In front of the mansion, a familiar and loud voice came.

As soon as the words fell, a red figure strode in.

It's Purgatory Kyojuro.

After two years, the original teenager is more stout, but the enthusiasm in his eyes has not diminished in the slightest.

Inheriting the name of "Yanzhu", he became busier and busier, and only a handful of times he returned home in two years.

But on the contrary, the prestige of the Purgatory family has gradually returned to its peak from the original trough.

Countless evil ghosts were beheaded by Purgatory Kyojurou under the Red Flame Knife, which made Chijurou look straight and red-eyed, and he couldn't wait to replace him.

"Senjuro, get ready! Three days later, the selection ceremony will be held at Fuji Raid Mountain! ”

The first words of Kyojuro's entry made Senjuro's heart happy.

Even though he knew that the ceremony would take place in the near future, he had some gains and losses before he received the official notice.

"Great, I'll go get ready!"

After saying that, he couldn't wait to go back to his room to pack his luggage.

"Wait!" Purgatory Xingjulang called out to Qianjuro, looked at his puzzled expression, and said with a smile: "It's been two months, now let me verify your growth during this time!" ”

"Let's say it first, if you can't be recognized by me, I won't agree to you to participate in the team selection!"

Purgatory Kyojuro's words made Chijuro turn around.

Looking at the man with a sunny smile in front of him, he squinted and smiled: "I'm sure my brother won't be disappointed." ”

In the past two years, Chijuro has gradually shown his talent in kendo in front of people, and now he can let go a little.

Moments later, in the Purgatory Mansion training ground.

Senjuro's Kyojurou stood opposite each other, and both of them changed into loose martial arts uniforms.

Slowly lifting the wooden knife in his hand to his chest, his center of gravity dropped slightly, and he made a starting gesture of breathing fire, and Chijurou grinned: "Brother, be careful!" ”

"Haha! Senjuro, attack it with all your might! Purgatory Kyojurou laughed out loud and also made a starting gesture for the breath of fire.

The next moment.

The breeze blew, rolling up the broken dead leaves on the ground.

At the same time, two crimson figures crossed in less than a breath.

"Boom!"