It was pitch black all around.

"Tanjiro, remember to breathe."

In the dark and drowsy mind, the deep voice echoed layer upon layer.

"Breathe ......!"

Tanjiro Kamado suddenly woke up from his suffocation.

"Ahem! Ahem, ahem!! ”

He took a deep breath, but choked on the snow that was buried deep in his head.

The whole face turned purple from the long suffocation and burial in the cold snow.

The head is congested!

- That's right!

- Father, father, he's still at home!

His father's voice echoed in his head, Tanjiro's expression was panicked, and he hurriedly pulled his head out of the snow with force:

"Father!"

The white snow shook off his head, and Tanjiro, who had just woken up, jerked his head up and looked in the direction of his house.

The scalp-tingling smell of blood in the air was still there, and it was even getting stronger.

Tanjiro's eyes trembled slightly, and the smell in the air made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Hah...... Hah..."

He gulped in the air, and the air he exhaled formed a white mist in the icy environment.

The icy air stung his lungs.

The wind and snow were blowing indiscriminately, and the chill to the bones almost froze Tanjiro's limbs that had fallen into the snow.

In front of him.

Creak......

The sound of the soles of your feet stepping on the snow.

A familiar thin figure was standing at the door of the house, leaning sideways at Tanjiro, blocking Tanjiro.

He was draped in yellow and black square feathers.

The long crimson hair was uncharacteristically tied into a high ponytail.

The sun-patterned earrings on the ears are swaying slightly due to the snow and the cold wind.

In his hand, he was holding a knife that he had never seen before.

That's the back of Tanjiro Kamado's father, Tanjuro Kamado.

Tanjiro's slightly trembling eyes reflected the two figures in front of him, and he was in a trance.

After a year of slumber, did my father finally wake up?

Now.

Tanjuro was holding the black knife in his hand, the tip of the knife drooping, and the sharp cold light was facing forward.

Confronting his father was a man Tanjiro had never seen before, wearing a black suit and a small white top hat.

The disgusting smell of blood in the air emanated from the strange man.

Because Tanjiro fell in the snow, he couldn't see the expression of his father with his back to him.

But he was able to see the other side.

- The man in the black suit, with a look of horror in his red pupils.

It was like seeing a ghost.

……

……

a day ago.

Mountains.

A well-groomed wooden house sits here.

This is the house of the Kamato family.

They have lived here for generations, and it is said that they can be traced back to the Warring States period.

At this moment, the sky was bright, and the mountains were wrapped in the morning mist.

Winter mornings can always make people shiver from the cold, not to mention that it's still in the mountains.

"Bang dang! Bang dang! ”

A slight chill seeped into the wooden house through the crack in the open door, and the wooden door swayed slightly in the cold wind, making a sound.

The sleeping children in the room all subconsciously curled up and tightened their covers.

As if noticing this, the young man who had just walked out of the door turned his head apologetically and closed the door lightly.

"Squeak...... The old wooden door was squeezed and made a sour sound.

The red-haired boy with a basket of charcoal on his back and a face covered in black ash smiled and looked at his sleeping brothers and sisters through the crack in the door.

After locking the door, he straightened up, carrying a basket full of charcoal and ready to set off.

He is Tanjiro, the eldest son in the family.

Inside the wooden house.

"Hoo ......"

Several children were huddled together, hugging each other and falling asleep.

One of the slightly older was a girl, who was sitting up in a daze, rubbing her hazy eyes.

"Hah

Turning his head, his eyes looked at the wooden door that slowly closed the crack in the door, and there was a somewhat dazzling light.

The girl tilted her head slightly, she looked at the vacant seat beside her in a daze, and muttered to herself:

“… Brother...? ”

His gaze shifted from the empty space beside him to the middle of the bunk.

She saw her father, who had lost his bedding because of the unconscious struggle of his sleeping brothers.

"Ahh

In an instant, the drowsiness of confusion was swept away.

"Really..."

She smiled helplessly and sighed, and then with a smile on her face, she took back the bedding from her younger brothers and spread it on her father again:

"Wake up, Takeo, Shigeru."

"No matter what, I can't snatch my father's quilt away."

The two boys, who were being called by name and were sleeping together, opened their eyes dimly.

The mouth responded in a daze:

"I'm sorry... Sister ......"

Looking at the beds of her brother and mother that had been cleaned up in the room, and the faint sound of conversation coming from outside the door, the girl was ready to clean up:

"Alright."

"My brother and mother have already gotten up, so hurry up, you may have to go down the mountain today."

"Okay—"

In the room, the sound of Si Suo Suo starting to pack up and get dressed could be heard.

"Shigeru, you've pressed me!" Takeo wrapped his neck around his neck and kicked Shigeru, who had shaved his head on the side.

"It hurts... Brother Takeo. Shigeru, who was smaller than Takeo, quickly got up, and he touched his smooth head:

"Sister Hanako, are you going down the mountain today?"

"Yes! …… If you can. ”

The family currently has a total of six children.

They are, Tanjiro, Yazuko, Takeo, Shigeru, Hanako, and Rokuta.

Except for Tanjiro, who got up early, everyone is now awake and stretching out to get up.

And in the room, there was a person who was not tidying up his bed, as silent as a plant, and still lying there, which stood out in the support of others.

——is a middle-aged man with a thin yellow face, long dark red hair, and a shallow scar on his left forehead.

His eyes were closed, and his bare hands showed the shriveling of his muscles.

With thin yellow skin and dull skin, at first glance you must think that you are a poor person who is terminally ill and has few days to live.

From beginning to end, he didn't make a sound.

It's quiet, and one can't help but wonder if he's dead.

The other people in the room seemed to be very used to the situation of the middle-aged man not responding at all.

Only the youngest sixth wife, who had just reached the age of being able to speak, held the man's fingers and cried and refused to get up:

"Woo-woo-woo-Daddy!"

His cry instantly attracted the attention of the others in the room.

Often the only people who can express their feelings most directly are children.

"Mrs. Six..." Takeo looked at Mrs. Liu's crying appearance, and then looked at the middle-aged man's eyes that were still closed, and his mood was a little low.

The same is true of the two-headed Mao on the side.

The middle-aged man lying down with his eyes closed was them, as well as Tanjiro's father, Tanjuro Kamado.

"Good, good, Mrs. Six, if you want to sleep, keep sleeping." Mi Douzi, who had already packed up, reached out to pick up the crying sixth wife, and skillfully coaxed him:

"Father is still sleeping, don't disturb him."

Midouzi hugged Liutai, shaking slightly.

"Hmm..."

Soon, under the comfort of Mi Douzi, the sixth wife quieted down, lay in Mi Douzi's arms, and fell asleep again.

Takeo looked at his sleeping father, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But Mao, who is younger than him, is even more childlike:

"Father, I've been sleeping for almost a year."

Although Shigeru said this, the low emotion in his eyes could not be concealed:

"Sister, brother."

"Will my father ever wake up?"

After these words were spoken, the room was quiet for a moment.

Takeo turned his head to look at Shigeru beside him, and reached out to pinch him secretly.

Shigeru also knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he lowered his head and did not scream.

"Definitely."

What breaks this silence is Midouzi.

She smiled, hugged the sleeping Mrs. Liutai in her arms, and looked at Takeo, Shigeru, and Hanako:

"Definitely." Midouzi took a deep breath slightly, just repeating the sentence without explaining too much.

Then.

Squeak - squeak

The door of the wooden house was slowly opened halfway, revealing a space for one person to pass through, and the white light reflected by the snow outside instantly filled the dimly lit room.

With the light came in the cold air, though it wasn't windy.

A woman wearing a white scarf with a purple and white square-patterned kimono standing at the door, smiling at the children in the house:

"Ah, I'm already up."

This is their mother, Aoi Kamado.

Aoi Aoi of the stove had a soft voice, and noticed the sixth lady who was still sleeping in Midouzi's arms, and nodded at Midouzi with a smile:

"Good work."

Then, her gaze shifted to Tanjuro, who was still lying down, and when she saw that the other party was still asleep, her expectant eyes slowly dimmed.

Syllable!

She clapped her hands and smiled slightly, but she couldn't hide the tiredness in her eyes:

"Tanjiro has already gone down the mountain to sell charcoal, but it just snowed heavily yesterday, so don't go down."

"Eh——!" Shigeru and Takeo, who had just seen the thick snow and were excited, were instantly poured with a bucket of cold water, and their happy faces collapsed:

"Mother!"

Shigeru looked at his mother with pleading eyes.

"Tanjiro has already descended the mountain." Aoi Kamado's answer was still a refusal.

"Alas......"

"Let's go, Shige."

"Got it..."

In the end, the lost Shigeru can only go out with the equally lost Takeo.

"But." As soon as the words of the stove gate Aoi Zhi turned, she touched Mao's head, and the corners of her mouth rose:

"Tanjiro will bring something delicious."

Hearing this, Takeo turned his head instantly, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes:

"Really?"

Aoi Eda nodded.

"Great!"

The two of them instantly became happy and cheered.

They grabbed axes and jumped to cut down trees closer to home.

Hanako combed her hair, followed her mother, and began to learn to tidy up the house.

Midouzi wrapped himself in a quilt and carried the six wives on his back to prevent him from catching a cold, and went to the charcoal cellar on the side to check whether the heavy snow last night had made the cellar wet.

- If the cellar is damp, you may not be able to burn new charcoal for the next few days.

……

in the room.

The open door had been closed, as if he was afraid that the cold wind outside would catch a cold on the sleeping Tanjuro.

Tanjuro lay quietly flat.

Suddenly.

It seems to be because of the noise just now.

Or......

It's because on the top of Tanjuro's head, the people on the side can't notice it, but it's constantly flickering, bright red

- The word "danger".

His fingers twitched.

……

……

The other side.

A place that couldn't be more than far away.

Far away, it seems to have crossed another world.

"Wolves" world.

The inner hall of Senfeng Temple.

Whoop -

The sound of flowing water came from outside the temple, and it was the pond outside the temple.

In the inner sanctum,

Changing into a god with a cane, he stood at the door of the inner temple, as if in doubt, and looked back at the temple:

"What's wrong? Seiko's shinobi... No, dragon ninjas. ”

She took her headscarf and looked at the ninja "wolf" behind her who was half-kneeling and getting up, but her eyes kept looking around.

The ninja was dressed in a somewhat shabby orange sackcloth, and his linen-colored scarf looked weather-beaten.

- The large dark red and hideous lines on the left forehead prove the peculiarity of the ninja.

Now.

The ninja frowned slightly, his hand unconsciously clenched the wedge pill on his waist, and became alert.

- Something is wrong.

- Enemies nearby?

At this moment, his perception was at its maximum, and he could clearly perceive the danger coming from all around his body.

The word "danger", which means that he perceives danger, seems to be flashing above his head.

Even if he had faced the Reed Sword Saint who had returned from hell, the warnings in his heart had never been so sharp and frequent.

His forehead was sweating, and his hand holding the hilt of the knife was pale.

The ninja's eyes quickly surveyed the surroundings.

It was as if someone was holding a needle hanging from the center of his eyebrows, and a chill crept up his backbone.

It's suffocating.

But after waiting for a long time, nothing seems to have happened.

The ninja looked at the transformation of the god in front of him, and slowly swallowed the heart he was carrying:

"It's fine."

Looking at the ninja's nervous appearance, she nodded calmly:

"It's okay, let's go."

"To the West, the homeland of the sacred dragon."

Then, Miko resolutely stepped out of the inner hall.

Seeing this, the ninja "wolf", who had palpitations, also hurriedly followed.

It's just that before leaving the hall, deep in his mind, he couldn't help but worry.

- I have been in this world for more than 30 years.

- I don't know, what happened to Aoi Eda, Tanjiro, and Yadouko.

- The neon here has not found a way back, so will there be a way to go back to the hometown of dragons in the West?

Thinking about it, the ninja's hand holding the hilt of the sword did not let go.

Ninja "Wolf"

- It was Tanjuro Kamado who had crossed over from another world.

To be precise, this is the third life of Tanjuro Kamado.

He was originally born in modern times, on the earth at the beginning of the 21st century, but at the age of 20, he was understated by a truck to end his life that belonged to ordinary people.

Then he was reincarnated in another world, which looked like an ordinary modern neon place.

- The world of the manga Demon Slayer.

But.

When he was first born in this world, Tanjuro Kamado did not awaken the memories of the earth in his previous life.

Rather, they became adults, married wives, had children, and practiced the Kagura Dance year after year.

Until the moment before he slaughtered the man-eating bear close to home, overdrew his body, and was about to die.

He just remembered everything in his previous life.

So, in the back of his heart, everything there is his everything, his family, the real family.

But when he died, it was too late for him to say anything.

Before he could say anything, heavy exhaustion made him close his eyes.

That's probably dead, he thought.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he once again came to the world of this ancient neon that was similar to the neon Warring States period - the game "Wolf".

Second rebirth.

He became the original protagonist "Wolf" who was picked up from the battlefield and trained as a ninja since childhood.

More than thirty years have passed.

At this point.

He has completed the most difficult hidden ending in the original game - Return of the Dragon.

He is preparing to leave Neon with the Son of Transformation and go to the country of Neon West.

He wanted to go back, to the home that belonged to him.

It's a pity that I haven't been able to find a way back.

Now.

The ninja looked up and looked out of the hall.

As if he hadn't looked up for too long, his vision was a little dark, and the sun-filled hall was very bright.

Trample!

When the ninja stepped out of the threshold and walked towards the light outside the door.

The blinding light made him want to close his eyes.

In fact, he did close it.

After a moment, the ninja felt as if he had stepped into the air.

When the eyes are adjusted to the harsh light.

Tanjuro Kamado slowly opened his eyes.

- What happened?

The light faded.

What catches your eye is the once familiar roof of a wooden house.

- Rooftop?

Am I lying down?

Tanjuro blinked his dry eyes, and his vision gradually recovered.

Slowly raising his left arm, he clearly felt the stiffness and soreness of his body.

Well?

Hand?

“！” Tanjuro Kamado looked at his left hand that appeared in his field of vision, and his pupils shrank.

Hand?!

- The left hand of the ninja "wolf" has long been broken, and it has become a bone shinobi hand.

- And at this moment, in the field of vision, it is an intact human hand!

Tanjuro thought quickly in his head.

Could it be that ...

Even if it is Tanjuro Kamado who has lived for almost a hundred years in the past three generations, it is difficult to suppress his inner emotions at this moment.

Creak......

Tanjuro Kamado tried to sit up from the bed.

"Bang dang!"

Beside him, there was the sound of something falling.

Tanjuro subconsciously turned his head to look.

As soon as the door opened, the stone teacup in her hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

At this moment, she was covering her mouth, her eyes were filled with mist, and she couldn't believe it, and she looked at Tanjuro's gray eyes.

She thought she would yell subconsciously, but on this day, Aoi Zhi realized that she couldn't scream at all.

Tanjuro's attempt to sit up froze in place, and he quietly looked at his wife, who had the impression that his face was a little tired.

He opened his mouth and couldn't say a word for a long time.

After a while, the two of them came back to their senses.

“… I am back. Tanjuro Kamado said hoarsely as he struggled to squeeze out a smile from the stiff muscles on his face.

Aoi Eda also nodded vigorously, trying not to choke herself, and smiled:

“… Welcome home. ”