In front of the fragrant sukiyaki, Yahara made three bowls of rice in a row, and the terrifying amount of food made the innkeeper and the guests who were drinking on the side couldn't help but look sideways.

The time here is the Taisho period of the Neon Country, when the level of industrial pollution was far less than that of later generations, so the ingredients were delicious and the taste was naturally extraordinary.

After enjoying himself, he instructed the innkeeper standing behind the counter to keep the account and settle it when he left.

Touching his round belly, Yahara walked up the steps step by step towards the room.

Pushing open the door, I found that the fragments of the bronze mirror had been cleaned in advance, and a mirror had been re-placed in the original position, and I couldn't help but admire the boss's work efficiency.

Lying in the thick and fluffy quilt, listening to the cold wind whining outside the window, a lazy and tired feeling arose from the bottom of my heart.

Yahara, who originally wanted to take out his mobile phone from Yumi to see if it could work, gave up this idea and ate and drank enough to sleep, which was the best partner for winter.

The next morning, Yahara, who was still asleep, was awakened by a commotion coming from downstairs.

Covering his ears and ignoring him, he continued to sleep with his head covered.

But who knew that there were more and more voices joining the noise, and the noisy atmosphere mixed with it became more and more intense, accompanied by a man's exclamation, which completely made Yehara lose interest in sleeping.

Blinded by sleepy eyes, Yahara took out the toiletries he was carrying and quickly dressed up in the mirror, and then prepared to go out to see what was going on with a stomach full of resentment.

Because it was a cold winter day with heavy snowfall, even the promenade was filled with lingering cold.

Lifting the felt cloth at the door of the hotel, Yahara saw the innkeeper confronting a strange man.

"You hateful fellow, you broke my dishes and tried to sneak away?!" The innkeeper crossed his waist with his left hand and pointed his right hand at the man with bruises and purple scars on his face, and shouted accusations.

The floor was littered with a pile of broken dishes mixed with snow.

"I said it wasn't me, it was broken by a cat!" The man was thinly dressed, and although his body was shivering from the cold, his tone was very firm and he denied it.

Looking at the surrounding people who went out to clear the snow, greeted each other, and the residents who came to watch the excitement, Yahara yawned. It's no surprise that this situation is no longer surprising.

It didn't matter to the innkeeper who the real culprit was, he just wanted to ask for compensation for the pile of dishes, but the unlucky man ran into the muzzle of the gun, and if he didn't look for him, would it be difficult to find the cat?

Sensing the gaze coming from above, Yahara looked up and saw a cute child looking through the window, blinking his eyes that glittered with curiosity.

Catching up with the child's gaze, Yahara smiled at him, but the other party shrank back into the house like a frightened goose.

It's quite shy, Yahara thought happily to himself.

At this time, a young man with a basket full of charcoal, a plaid covering, and a scar on his forehead came to the white street.

He had a pair of red eyes, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he waved to everyone he saw, giving him a kind and sincere smile.

"Ahh Tanjiro! Seeing the young man carrying charcoal coming, the man seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw: "I was treated as a prisoner who broke dishes, help me smell it!" ”

The boy known as Tanjiro put his nose into the broken dish and sniffed it, then looked up and said, "It smells of a cat." ”

The man finally put his mind at ease and excitedly shouted to the innkeeper, "Look! It's not me! ”

The little abacus in his heart fell through, and although the innkeeper was unwilling, he was also very helpless, so he could only admit that he was unlucky.

Yahara, who acted as a melon-eating crowd, was a little happy when he saw this scene.

The person in front of me can conclude that it was broken by a cat just by smelling the plate.,It's Tanjiro Kamado, the protagonist of the Demon Slayer Blade.。

A human with an indestructible head and a tried-and-true sense of smell.

As if sensing Yahara's fiery gaze, Tanjiro Kamado thought he was going to buy some charcoal, so he stepped forward and asked, "This guest, do you want to buy charcoal?" ”

At the same time, he sniffed the scent of the man he had never seen in town.

Well, it's not a bad person, but there is a strong smell of sukiyaki on my body, and I don't know if there is soup spilled on my clothes.

It just so happened that Yahara was also hesitating to talk to Tanjiro Kamado, and if the time was right, his family would be wiped out tonight

The murderer is a ghost who has lived for thousands of years, and he is also the leader of all evil ghosts - Onimai Tsuji is not miserable!

I also want to try my newly acquired ability [Distort the Magic Eye], since there is a best target that can't be broken right now, why not do it?

"Guest?" Tanjiro Kamado asked curiously when he saw that Yahara was deep in thought.

"Oh, I've got it all." Reacting from his state in a daze, Yahara directly took out a few large-denomination banknotes and handed them to Tanjiro Kamado.

He had never seen so much money, and he looked flustered, and waved his hand again and again and said, "It's not very good, guest, you are from outside, you don't need so much." ”

"It's okay, if you can't run out, I can let the innkeeper store the stove to burn my room." Yahara then added, "Other than that, I want you to be my guide in the mountains. ”

"Ahh ”

......

I have to say that the pure natural scenery is always so attractive.

When I walked halfway up the mountain, the bright sky above me scattered countless pieces of crystal snowflakes fluttering, and the branches of the conifers that were crushed by the snow and shivered from time to time under my feet, and occasionally a fresh and chilly wind blew.

It's wonderful.

Yahara didn't care that Tanjiro Kamado was beside him, and took a picture of the beautiful snow scene in front of him. And the latter couldn't figure out what the lavish guest was doing with a black square.

Along the way, the miserable sun took a breath for the day, and I fell down the hill early to rest.

"Yahara, I'll be at my house right away." Although he walked in the mountains for a day, Tanjiro Kamado was still full of energy and could not see fatigue.

Yahara followed him unhurriedly, seeing that he had finally learned to call himself Yahara, and tears flowed down his heart.

Although in reality, his surname is Night, but the surname of the character who was systematically arranged in the spell return battle last time was Yehara, so he simply called it together here.

Tanjiro Kamado said that he was only about a year younger than himself in terms of age, but for some reason he subconsciously kept using the honorific title, and it took a day to correct it.

Walking through a dense coniferous forest, wooden houses with a strong Japanese style gradually reveal their shape.

"Brother!" The two little guys who were playing outside the door saw the familiar figure of Tanjiro Kamado and shouted excitedly.

"Shigeru! Six too! Tanjiro Kamado hurriedly ran forward and grabbed their little hands that were red from the cold: "Why don't you go to the house?" ”

The night begins to emerge, and the wooden houses with twinkling lights look particularly warm.

"Alright, stove door. Take your brothers back to the house first, and be careful not to catch a cold. Yahara casually looked at the black woods and glanced at Tanjiro Kamado.

Understanding, he picked up his young brother one by one and hurriedly hid in the house, plugging in the deadbolt.

"The night has come, you don't have to hide anymore" Yehara quietly urged the [Distorted Magic Eye], and a little flame-like red light reappeared.

He stared at the motionless woods in front of him and shouted, "Cubs, look me in the eye!" ”