- Gentleness?

Black Death Mou looked in the direction of Shi Tou in a daze.

The other person was smiling at him.

This is the second person to say about him.

Thinking like this, the resentment in Fang Cai's heart slowly eased.

The clenched fist slowly unleashed.

The cold sweat oozing from the back of Arichiro, who was standing in front of Black Death Mou, had already soaked his clothes, and he saw Black Death Mou's sudden calm appearance, and his whole body was relieved:

“… Call. ”

Arichiro let out a long sigh of relief.

He took a deep look at Black Death Mou, faced Black Death Mou, stepped back, and then sat down next to Muichiro.

Sound! Syllable!

In the small stove where the medicine was boiling, the damp firewood was dried, and it was thrown into the flames by the only lang, making a crackling sound.

A faint glow of fire shone on the face of the only lang, and a little spark burst out of the small furnace.

In the quiet and dim wooden house, only the crackling of the flames could be heard.

"Speaking of which..."

Shi Tou only fanned the flames with a small fan, did not look back, and asked the Black Death Mou in a slow tone:

"Haha..."

"I patronized myself and said it, I don't know your name yet."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Black Death with a smile:

"Your Excellency's name...?"

Name.

Black Death Mou was using the transparent world to observe the comatose past, and when he heard the only question, he slowly withdrew his eyes.

Without thinking about it, he subconsciously said:

"Black..."

Before he could finish a word, Black Death Mou himself paused, and the name he wanted to say froze on his lips.

"Black?" Seeing Black Death Mou's choked expression, Shi Tou only tilted his head and repeated his words suspiciously:

"Black... What? ”

Black Death Mou slowly closed his mouth.

- Name.

Black Death, is that his name?

Looking back at the first half of his life.

Everything in the past is like a piece of paper that has been turned over, and it is covered in my mind.

In the end, the piece of paper that engraved the memory stopped.

- The figure of him facing away from Yuanyi.

Pondered for a moment.

The mood, which had been silent for four hundred years, seemed to be beating again.

He pondered slightly, and spoke again:

"My name is..."

“… Jiguo Iwakatsu. ”

Jiguo Yansheng said categorically.

Hear the words.

Creak...

Shi Tou's hand, which was fanning the flames with a worn-out fan, paused for a moment, and then, he smiled casually:

"That's right."

"It's... Quite a domineering name. ”

……

……

It rained all night.

It wasn't until the next evening that the torrential rain slowly stopped.

Sunny days after rain tend to be more pleasant, with small puddles gathering on the damp and muddy ground that reflect the reflection of the wooden house.

Squeak –

Jikuni Iwakatsu opened the door of the wooden house and looked at the bright sunlight outside.

He turned and looked inside.

"Mom, slow down."

Shi Thoxun was already able to sit up, and the high fever was slightly better under the effect of herbs.

She was smiling and took a bowl of porridge from Muichiro's hand:

"Thank you."

Muichiro looked at his mother's smiling appearance, and he slowly knelt back, his face raised with joy from the bottom of his heart:

"Hey, hey."

With his hands clenched into fists on his knees, Muichiro smiled happily and rubbed his hands back and forth excitedly.

Jikuni Iwatsu, he observes the outdated and transparent body through the transparent world.

- High fever caused by excessive fatigue and cold.

Coupled with the fact that the body seems to be weak, it leads to a near-death state.

But.

If you just drink the coarsely boiled herbs normally, you won't be able to pull Shi Tho Fu back from the brink of death.

The reason why Shi Toufu can sit up now

- He gave Shi Tho a drop of blood.

A drop mixed with the blood of a ghost.

At the same time, the dose is small, and it cannot turn Shi Tou into a ghost, but it can also temporarily provide vitality to maintain body functions.

Relying on such rough and uncontrolled strength, Shi Touxuan successfully survived.

And the matter of saving people was proposed by Jiguo Yansheng himself.

and deliberately didn't let Ichiro's father and son see the process.

The only lang is especially grateful for his act of "saving" his wife.

Then.

Inside the house.

Muichiro suddenly propped up his upper body, he leaned against his mother, glanced at Jiguo Iwatsu, and whispered:

“… That's right. ”

"Mom... Last night..."

Shi Touxun tilted her head, listening to Muichiro leaning into her ear and saying something, she blinked her eyes and nodded from time to time:

"Uh-huh..."

Finally, he showed an expression of sudden realization.

Then he looked up with a smile.

She looked at Jiguo Iwatsu by the door:

"Mr. Jiguo... Is it? ”

"Really, thank you very much." Shi Touxun smiled at him and nodded deeply.

Jiguo Yansheng nodded slightly, didn't speak, he just looked at Shi Touxun, and the two brothers next to him.

He helped the times, not without conditions.

The condition is that-

Click, click.

"Hey! Uncle Six-Eyed! Arichiro frowned, he pulled the shelf, and walked over unceremoniously, still wary of Jiguo Iwakatsu:

"What are you talking about... Sword practice? ”

"When did it start?"

Arichiro crossed his arms, he raised his head and looked straight at Jikuni Iwatsu.

Even if this man 'healed' his mother, Arichiro would not be able to completely let his guard down against him.

Then again...

- Why do we woodcutters' children practice the swordsmanship of that Rauschson...?

There was a hint of doubt in Ariro's mood.

That's right.

Jikuni Iwakatsu's pupils moved downwards and looked at Arichiro, who was close to him.

His condition is to let there be one and no one Lang, and the only one and only Lang father and son.

Follow him and train together.

The only lang happily agreed for his two sons.

“… Wait for the evening. ”

Jiguo Iwatsu withdrew his gaze, and he looked straight ahead like a piece of wood again.

If it was before.

He may ignore their opinions and forcibly drag a few people to practice.

Maybe...

I've changed a few things, too...

Fate one...

……

……

The other side.

Ghost Slayer.

Butterfly House.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

Two hermitages in black uniforms were strolling and walking, holding wooden boxes in their hands, talking to each other:

"I heard... Heard about what? Yin Yi, who was questioned, looked at his colleague suspiciously.

"It's the uncle who is very kind and has a lot of children."

"What's wrong with him?"

Seeing his unaware appearance, Yinjia suddenly became interested, so he deliberately lowered his voice, and his expression was very exaggerated:

"That uncle—" he said in a lengthened tone.

Then lie down in Yinyi's ear:

"He..."

“… Defeated the One of the Upper Strings. ”

Yin Yi, who heard this, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled:

"What, you're so exaggerated."

"Just beating the ...... of the winding"

He was stunned for a moment.

"Eh——?!"

……

Time flies quickly, and it's been a week since Tanjuro came to the butterfly house to repair and spend his daily life with his wife and children.

A week's time.

I don't know if it's because a jay's mouth is fast, or if an owl's mouth is faster.

"Tanjuro Kamado repels the first one of the winding"——

The news of ——has been spread by everyone within the Demon Slayer Squad.

And the more it spreads, the more outrageous it becomes, and it is gradually far from the original truth.

Even on a daily basis, Tanjuro helps out in the butterfly house, or teaches his children how to properly jump the fire god Kagura.

There will be hidden or team members in black uniforms secretly watching.

This annoys Tanjuro, who likes to be quiet.

And this day.

More annoying things happened.