……

"Karma! Karma! ”

Jays flutter their wings across the sky.

The sky was a little dark, and it was overcast as if it was going to rain.

The cold, damp breath brushed the ground slightly.

On the street where the houses look, there is a large mansion on an area.

Inside the door of the mansion, facing the entrance, hangs a white feather weave with a red flame pattern.

Under the eaves of a Japanese-style mansion.

Syllable!

A rough and broad hand slammed the flask in his hand into the corridor under the eaves.

Silky liquor spilled from the spout of the pot and landed on the wooden hallway.

“… Boring. ”

The man reclined on the doorframe, reached out and wiped the remaining wine from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the dark sky in the distance.

The hair color that was originally golden and reddened at the corners seemed to be a little dull at the moment, and the sideburns that had not been sorted out for many days were also messy.

His chin was covered with stubble, and he looked decadent.

He breathed deeply, and let out a heavy breath of depression in his heart:

“… It doesn't make sense, it's useless at all. ”

Thinking of Fang Cai's son sharing his experience with him with great interest, Purgatory Maki Jurou only felt a moment of entanglement and depression.

Even if... Can be a pillar.

So what...

in the mind.

What I saw in the [Book of Flame Pillars] lingered for a long time.

Every word written in it seems to have become the demon of Purgatory Maki Shourou.

Such a powerful swordsman failed to kill the Ghost King.

Everyman.

No matter how hard you try, it's useless.

“… Yes. ”

Purgatory's tired eyes lowered, and he picked up the flask and poured it into his mouth a few times.

The expected drink didn't pour out, just a few droplets.

Maki Juro's hand holding the flask froze for a while, he slowly lowered his hand, held on to the door frame, and stood up stiffly:

"There's no wine," he muttered.

He was about to turn back, but he saw his youngest son hiding in the doorway of the house, and secretly looked this way.

After seeing Maki Jurou turn around, Chijurou hurriedly retracted his head, clutched the broom in his hand, and ran away in small steps.

Maki didn't care, he just staggered to his feet, touched his stubble, carried the flask, and walked out of the house slowly.

……

on the streets.

The smell of humidity permeated the air, making it very uncomfortable.

The path at the door of Purgatory's house is generally not passing.

Maki walked out the door and looked up at the sky.

Just as he came back to his senses and was about to go buy wine.

Step, step!

A dark red figure of Feather Weave strolled past him.

The bright flower earrings that swayed slightly immediately attracted Maki Shoulang's attention.

- Sun-shaped flower earrings...!

His eyes froze, and his dim orange-red pupils slowly moved in the direction of the man.

Ben's casual expression suddenly became serious, and when he reacted, his attention was all on the person passing by.

Under the high-intensity observation of his predecessor Yanzhu at the moment, Purgatory Maki Jurou could almost make out what it was in a breath.

The appearance of the flower earrings:

- and the one drawn in the Book of Pillars.

- Exactly the same!

- That person...!!

"Bang dang!"

The flask in his hand unconsciously let go, and it smashed to the ground with a thud, splashing out a few drops of residual wine.

"Hey!! You!! ”

Purgatory's pupils shrank suddenly, and he raised his hand suddenly, reaching out to the dark red Haori figure that swept straight past him:

"You ......" The dark Yan eyebrows couldn't stop trembling, and even the outstretched fingers were shaking.

Maki Juro's voice was hoarse, and his pupils reflected the back of the man's flower earrings, as well as his own trembling arms:

"Ho...... Cough! ”

After taking a few quick breaths, Maki found that his neck seemed to be choked, and he was staring and unable to speak.

He was ahead.

“？”

Tanjuro Kamado paused, he slowly turned around, and looked behind him with some confusion.

After a brief look at the person who stopped him, he fixed his gaze on the other man's hair.

- Kyojuro's father?

Tanjuro suddenly realized.

He looked at the other party's panting appearance, and was a little confused for a while:

"What's the matter?"

Purgatory Maki Jurou looked at Tanjuro's turn, his pupils trembling, his eyes scanning back and forth between the markings on Tanjuro's left forehead and the earrings.

It doesn't make sense, this person is the user of the breath of the sun.

- is a genius like no other.

He saw the wedge pill pinned to Tanjuro's waist.

The user of the breath of the sun, has you joined the Demon Slayer again?!

"You..."Purgatory Maki Juro's tone weakened, and he slowly lowered his hand, his voice still hoarse and shaky:

"Now, what are you doing?"

After struggling in his heart for a long time, Maki Juro found that he seemed to be able to say only that.

It has a texture and is a user of the day call.

Such people...

I care... What is it?

And this seemingly impossible conversation between strangers happened.

Tanjuro stretched out his finger and pointed at himself, tilting his head in confusion:

"I...?"

"Oh, I'm going to see my family now." He smiled and nodded at Maki Juro, his crimson eyes narrowed, and his tone was quite light:

"Already, we haven't seen each other in a while."

"What about you? Kyojurou should have been back last night, right? ”

Tanjuro said, his eyes looking into the mansion on the side.

"Kyojuro..."

When Maki Shourou heard this, he was slightly stunned, but he didn't say much.

Seeing that the other party was silent for a while, Tanjuro blinked slowly, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the front of the road extension, and asked:

"By the way, Butterfly House is going down this road, right?"

“… Yes... Belch... Well. Purgatory Maki Jurou reacted, he hurriedly agreed, and nodded hesitantly:

"That's right."

"That's right, thank you."

"Then I won't bother much, farewell." Tanjuro said, he nodded, and turned around to leave.

"Ah......h

Maki Shourou froze in place, he carried the empty pot rope in his hand, and watched Tanjuro's back get farther and farther away.

Long.

He slowly came back to his senses.

What...

He reached out and touched his unshaven face, his frowning brow slowly stretched.

It's the same as normal people...

In my mind, a woman with red eyes and a gentle smile gradually emerged.

Maki Juro turned, and his figure gradually stopped shaking.

……

……

……

Somewhere izakaya.

Whoop -

The curtain that darkened the doorway was suddenly lifted.

"Oh?"

The boss, who was sitting at the counter, looked at the door, and after seeing the person clearly, he immediately raised his eyebrows and stood up with a smile:

"Regulars are here, isn't this Maki Juro?"

He looked at Maki Shourou's figure and said slowly, in a very relaxed tone:

"It's the same today? A jug of wine? Take? ”

As he spoke, the boss skillfully fished out a pot of wine from the table behind him, put it on the counter, and looked at Maki Juro with a smile.

Smack.

"Nope." Purgatory Maki Shourou shook his head, he pushed away the wine handed by the boss, and handed the rope in his hand:

"No more drinking."

"Bring me a pot of tea."

“… Well? The boss made an incredulous expression, as if he hadn't heard clearly, and put his ear close to Maki Juro:

"I'm sorry, I seem to have a problem with my ears, Mr. Makijuro, could you please say it again?"

As he spoke, the boss raised his eyebrows and narrowed his other eye, with an exaggerated expression.

"Please bring me a pot of tea." Maki Jurou seemed to be accustomed to the tone of his boss, and he repeated his words.

“… Oh-" The boss leaned back slowly, and after confirming that he had heard correctly, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked into a smile:

"It's amazing."

"That's amazing..."

With that, he turned around and took the wine off the counter, walked back into the house and brought out the pot of tea.

Smack.

The boss placed a whole pot of tea in front of Maki Jurou and gently pushed it forward:

"But..."

"That's right." His tone was more relaxed than just now:

"Lord Yanzhu."