……

"It's moving!" Muichiro looked at the porcelain pot that shook like anger in surprise.

Then.

Boom!

The porcelain pot suddenly stopped shaking.

“… What are you talking about?! Damn imp...!! ”

Smack...

With a slippery snapping sound came from the pot.

The jade pot stretched out its small hand from the mouth of the pot and slowly drilled out, carrying the moonlight high on its back, and straightening its body like an aquatic creature.

Slippery slime dripped down his pale body, wrapping around his body, smooth and reflecting the moonlight.

Ben's funny face was contorted with anger, and his small spliced hands clenched hard, staring at the bushes with a tearing eye:

“… Ha? ”

"The pot I made... Ugly?! ”

The jade pot almost gritted his teeth and said this, his clenched hands bulging with green tendons, and the eyes that grew in his mouth continued to spread bloodshot with rage.

He stretched out his finger sharply and pointed hard at the Shi Tou family behind the bushes:

"Bastard imp! That's a problem with your eyes!! ”

"My jade pot's pot is art! Brainless mortals!! ”

The jade pot stared angrily at Shi Tou Ichiro behind the bushes, and his hands trembled angrily.

He didn't care about the few people who approached, just quietly waiting for the three pillars in the forging knife village to take the bait.

The Shi Tou family, who was close, seemed to him to be just ordinary human beings.

And there are two imps who look like they are ten years old.

No threat.

But he didn't expect that the little imp to say something so infuriating!

It's unforgivable!

——… Let's make a pot.

The eyes of the jade pot were squeezed together, and he thought so in his heart.

After the bushes.

Trample.

"Huh...?"

Arichiro frowned and stared at the jade pot that came out of the pot, he opened his mouth slightly, took half a step back, and his hand unconsciously blocked the hilt:

"This, what is this..."

- Even stranger than the six-eyed uncle!

- Is this really a normal creature in the world?!

- Still talking!

He looked incredulous, and hurriedly pulled his dazed brother back:

"Muichiro! Get away from that! ”

"Ah, good!" Hearing this, Muichiro glanced at the angry jade pot in a panic, and then hurriedly hid behind Ichiro.

Muichiro hesitated for a moment, he held the knife, poked his head out from behind his brother, and said timidly:

"Brother, that thing is wriggling..."

As he spoke, he pursed his lips, shrank back, and read softly:

“… It's disgusting. ”

This sound was like the last straw that crushed the jade pot.

"Huh?!"

The corners of the jade pot's mouth drooped, and the green tendons erupted on his face, and he stretched out a hand and suddenly condensed it into a white pot with his flesh and bones:

“… Stinky little ghost!! ”

He raised the pot in his hand and threw it in the direction of the father and son:

"Die!"

near the bushes.

Click!

Shi Tou held the handle of the knife in his hand, and his breath was slightly deep.

He remained silent, observing the appearance of the jade pot—whether it corresponded to the one described in Jiguo Iwatsu's mouth.

The only Lang didn't want to wield a blade at others, but Jiguni Iwakatsu changed his mind with just one sentence.

- 'The object is not a person, but a moving tree.' ’

Because he thought that the moving tree was a novelty, the only lang immediately set off with a knife.

But...

Mr. Jiguo...

Shi Tou's dark red eyes reflected the strange appearance of the jade pot, and he was slightly embarrassed.

It's not either... Tree bar...

Just as the only lang was about to pull out the knife at his waist.

He glanced sideways slightly, looking in the direction behind the jade pot.

Stomp Tread!!

The sound of hurried footsteps and the sound of swift foliage could be heard from the other side of the forest.

This was accompanied by a strong exhalation.

"Hiss——!"

Purgatory's legs tensed, and he sprinted quickly through the forest, his orange-red eyes reflecting the tall back of the jade pot.

- Caught up!

[Breath of Fire, One Type, Shiranui]!

The hand he held the hilt of the knife turned slightly, and the extremely dazzling flames suddenly erupted from the blade!

Almost instantly!

The red flame hair color that burned in the moonlight rushed behind the jade pot!

Purgatory Maki Shourou stopped behind the jade pot in a hurry, stepped on his feet, his hair swayed, and he sank slightly, he held the Nikcha knife in his hand horizontally.

His gaze is firm, and the blade is wrapped in red flames! Slam upwards!

"Huh!"

An extremely thin knife light quickly slashed across the pot in the jade pot's hand and went straight to its neck!

Bang dang!

As the slash swept through the air without hindrance, the sound of porcelain landing sounded beside it:

“… It's dangerous! The jade pot slowly raised his head, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead as if he was joking, and waved his hand:

"I almost got you to cut me!"

As he spoke, he slowly slipped out of another pot behind Maki Juro.

But the next moment.

In the eyes of the jade pot that was gradually surprised.

The new pot he was holding in his hand suddenly had a smooth crack!

Bang - dang!

The porcelain pot slowly slipped and finally fell to the ground, making a crisp sound and completely shattering!

The pupils of the jade pot shrank suddenly, his small hands covered the sides of his face, and he screamed in surprise:

“… My pot——!!! ”

Ignore the screaming jade pot.

Purgatory Maki Jurou turned around quickly, he held the Hinawa knife in his hand, and the blade was aimed at the jade pot, blocking in front of the Shitou family.

He tilted his head slightly, taking advantage of the gap, to look at the only lang behind him:

"It's dangerous here, get out of here."

"You—" As he spoke, Maki Juro's afterglow suddenly caught a glimpse of the scabbard on the waist of the only one.

He looked quickly at the young Muichiro and Arichiro, and saw the swords they were holding.

- Is it a team member?

Maki Juro frowned slightly, and he deliberately glanced at the Ichiro brothers.

- So young...?

In this era when the ban on knives has long been issued, dare to carry a sword, and it is located near the Knife Forging Village...

Maki Shourou subconsciously put several people into the category of the ghost killing team.

Although I haven't seen it, considering that I have been decadent for a long time, I don't care about the Ghost Slayer at all...

After a moment's hesitation, Maki Jurou opened his mouth to the only lang and asked:

“… You guys. ”

"What class of swordsmen?"

Hearing this, the only lang raised his head slightly and looked at the figure of Purgatory Maki Shoulang with his back to them.

Class...?

Seeing that the only lang was silent for a while, Maki Shoulang frowned, and quickly asked another question:

"How long have you been holding the knife?"

"Hold the knife?" The only lang glanced at the knife at his waist, he thought for a moment, put his hand against his chin, and tilted his head:

"Probably..."

“… How many days in three weeks? ”

At the moment when the two were talking.

The jade pot standing opposite several people slowly came back to his senses, his face was gloomy, and a pot was generated again from the palm of his hand!

Bang!

"Danger!"

Shi Tou only looked at the movements of the jade pot opposite, his pupils shrank slightly, and he almost subconsciously held the handle of the knife on his waist.

The next moment.

【Breath of the Moon, Dark Moon, Yoinomiya】