One person and one ghost, dozens of meters apart, but staring at each other.

The snow drifted slowly, and the two of them were like sculptures, motionless.

- No, that's not right.

- If you think about it, something is wrong.

Half-squatting, he cautiously stared in the direction of Tanjuro Kamado, the black suit became bulging, and what was hidden under the clothes was the surging muscles.

His five brains were thinking wildly, and at the same time very chaotic.

What's going on?!

Why is he here?!

Why?!

- Did that guy lie to me?!

No, human... There's no way I've lived that long.

Descendants? No.

That guy has no offspring at all!

Tell the guy to crawl out of the grave and chase him, it's better to let him believe that there are gods in this world.

Wu Miao's pupils twitched rapidly, and he always felt that something was wrong.

But every time he looked at the earring, he felt a piercing pain.

……

Opposite side.

Tanjuro Kamado is slightly withdrawing his left foot, holding the scabbard with his left hand and the handle with his right hand, ready to draw the knife.

Click.

Thumb against the blade.

- Nope.

- After all, even if you are seen through.

Tanjuro Kamado's hand on the handle of the knife grips the handle tightly, and his skin rubs against the handle of the knife, making a creaking sound.

- He has changed the original ending of his family.

- Enough is enough!

"Shhh

- That's right.

- Enough is enough.

He looked ahead, his eyes calm and determined.

The cold wind and snow blew through Tanjuro's hair, slightly driving the hair to flow.

In his crimson pupils, the ghost dance Tsuji who was half-squatting in the snow not far away was reflected.

Next, whatever he does, as long as he takes advantage of it.

- It's all earned.

Tanjuro Kamado's heart gradually calmed down, as if he had returned to his usual daily life, without any waves.

His face was expressionless, and he looked at each other quietly.

Slowly close your eyes, then open them gently.

Tanjuro's five senses, at the moment when he closed his eyes and opened them again, reached the peak of their sharpest,

The next moment, the world seemed to change in Tanjuro's eyes.

Hmmm——!

An invisible wind rose from under Tanjuro and spread all the way to a location not far away.

In an instant, a circular area with a radius of the distance from itself to the miserable was enveloped.

Time seemed to slow down, the shaking of the leaves, the spilling of snow, the flying snow carried by the wind, suddenly became slow.

It's like it's beating frame by frame.

Not far from the opposite.

Wu Miao was trying to get up slowly, at the same time.

His body gradually became transparent in Tanjuro's eyes.

The friction and contraction between the musculoskeletal muscles, the twisting of blood vessels, and the undulation of the lungs are all clearly visible when getting up.

And then there's the five brains and seven hearts that are constantly swimming in the body.

- Transparent world.

Something seems to be felt.

Wu Miao was holding on to the tree and slowly got up, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes stared at Tanjuro Kamado, and his eyes were slightly stunned.

The eyes that looked at Tanjuro were full of incredulity.

- Happens... What's up?

A few breaths passed, though.

- Why?

Mu Miao stared at Tanjuro Kamado, his pupils trembling slightly.

- Mingren is still standing there.

- Why is the breath gone?

Suddenly, Wu Miao seemed to remember something, and his pretended composure suddenly collapsed.

- That's right!

This feeling is very familiar.

- Three hundred years ago... The first time I saw that haunting guy, I felt this way for a moment.

The excessive tension made Wu Miao's head congested, and his thinking became a little dull.

Or rather, he didn't dare to think.

No misery, gave up thinking.

That's when it happened.

Swish!

The sound of breaking the air came from the opposite side.

Snort –

This was followed by the sound of boiling steam.

Wu Miao hurriedly looked in the direction of Tanjuro Kamado.

Tanjuro drew his sword.

Swish!

The moment the scorching sword appeared in the dark night, it glowed red and glowed, shining like the sun.

Snort –

The high temperature and the cold outside world instantly evaporated the snowflakes falling from the surrounding air, and bursts of white steam continued to appear from the blade.

The sharp blade sliced through the steam, and the reddish blade shone in the night, announcing its presence to the world.

- Hedao.

Swish! Swish!

Tanjuro Kamado wielded a sword, which glowed crimson, and the blade bloomed with a red, golden sword.

He pointed the blade downward, the tip of the knife aimed at the point.

"No misery." Tanjuro Kamado looked miserable, the muscles of his arm holding the hilt of the knife were tense, and the hot white steam was escaping from the corners of his mouth:

"Just now, you were laughing."

"What's so funny?"

“！” Wu Miao frowned tightly, he stared at the reddish knife numbly and panickedly, his throat and eyes were clenched, and he was speechless for a while.

He had only one thought in his mind.

- Run!

At the moment when the body can move! Escape!

Tonight's impact is too great for Wu Miao.

Before, Tanjuro Kamado had not spoken, because he was worried that his voice would be different from Yuanda, which would make Wu Miao hear flaws.

But now

- He's in good shape.

When using the transparent world to see the five brains and seven hearts in the body of Wu Miao.

Tanjuro Kamado understood in an instant the essence of the sword technique of Kagura, the god of fire, the breath of the sun.

Five brains and seven hearts, a total of 12 knives were required to cut them open at the same time.

At the same time, the neck was cut cleanly.

In total - thirteen knives.

The sword technique of the breath of the sun, a total of thirteen styles.

In other words, the sword technique of the so-called breath of the sun.

In essence, it was born to kill Wu Miao, a complete set of killing processes!

Once upon a time, when dancing Kagura, the god of fire, Tanjuro Kamado always had a feeling of dissatisfaction.

It felt like something was missing.

But now.

Tanjuro Kamado stared at the heart and brain swimming in the body, and the feeling of dissatisfaction completely disappeared.

is the goal,

What is missing is the target of the attack,

He now felt that he seemed to be willing, and every knife could be accurate enough to fall on the vital point of no misery!

The way to kill without misery is like a fill-in-the-blank question.

And in his hand, it is a copy that his predecessors filled out three hundred years ago, and it is an absolutely correct answer!

This kind of sword skill that he has been practicing for thirty years and has been honing in the world of wolves for thirty years.

At this moment, his blade is being pulled!

- This is his self-confidence!

Then.

Within the range of Tanjuro Kamado's perception,

Behind, the direction of the other side of the house.

Poof!

“… Father. ”

Tanjiro, who was full of exhaustion, staggered over step by step, and finally rolled his eyes and fell weakly into the snow.

“… Tanjiro? Tanjuro Kamado paid a slight attention to the direction behind him, and his heart tightened.

Oops, Tanjiro went up the mountain early.

This was not in Tanjuro's plan.

Creak...

He hurriedly grasped the blade and took a step outside the house, attracting the attention of Wu Miao.

It's just that Tanjuro's worries seem to be unnecessary.

Unconscious, his body faced without misery.

The muscles of the body are like memorization, and he has been swinging for nearly sixty years.

- The starting pose of the breath of the sun.