on the streets.

The "hidden" team members in black uniforms are hurriedly shuttling between the ruins and the buildings.

They had to move the Forging Village to a new village before it got dark.

Tie Qiao walked in front of several people.

He was leading a few people to a temporary shelter where they were resting.

The few people who had fought all night definitely needed a good rest—Tie Qiao thought.

"Ancestral, that's it." Tie Qiao had a suddenly realized expression, he nodded, and then said the same:

"My family's pair is also ancestral."

As he spoke, he took a closer look at Tanjuro's appearance.

- What a look.

Tetsuki looked at the markings on Tanjuro's forehead and the dark red Haori, and thought to himself.

If it weren't for the difference in surnames, he would have almost doubted-

- Tanjuro Kamado in front of him is not a descendant of the prototype swordsman of the Warring States period.

Purgatory Maki Juro glanced at Tanjuro, and he held the Hinawa Knife with only a small blade left in his hand, and his gaze shifted to Tetsuki.

"Ah, by the way, Mr. Yanzhu." Tie Qiao noticed Maki Shourou's gaze, he looked sideways at Maki Shourou, and his eyes moved to the broken knife in the other party's hand:

"Your knife forger is still the same as before, he should have told you about it."

"yes, I know." Maki Jurou of Purgatory nodded, frowning as he looked around at the ruins.

Tanjuro was silent, sensing his own life force in his body.

Kill two winders at once.

The harvested battle memories and the power of resurrection have improved his physique to a state where he can maintain a certain combat effectiveness without relying on the power of burning to rejuvenate.

Sure enough, I still have to find a string to chop.

- This time, the Forging Knife Village is the right place.

Just as he thought so, he walked beside the crowd all the way.

Suddenly.

"Daddy!"

A childish voice with a crying voice came from the front.

Almost at the same time.

Swish!

Purgatory Maki Juro, Kamado Tanjuro, and Shi Tou only Lang were the three of them, and their eyes quickly raised and focused on the front.

Ahead.

Da-da-da-da!

"Woooooooooo Oh no! ”

The boy wearing a small fire man mask, wearing a red short shirt, and the word "fire man" also written on his back was crying loudly, running towards this side with his little short legs:

"Daddy! Are you okay!! ”

Just as the boy was crying and mourning, he ran over.

Suddenly, he saw Tanjuro in the crowd who was looking at him.

“… Huh? ”

The boy stopped in surprise, forgot to cry for a moment, and froze in disbelief.

Just when everyone was wondering.

"Little Iron!"

Tie Qiao suddenly squatted down and hugged the boy who ran over:

"It's okay, it's okay."

Tie Qiao smiled and hugged Xiao Tie, he raised his hand, and said very proudly: "The village chief has said that in the near future, I will be the next village head of the Forging Knife Village." ”

"How could anything happen to me, right?"

Xiao Tie was lifted up by his father, he reacted, sobbed again, tears flowed out of the round eyes of the fire man's mask, and nodded vigorously:

“… Uh-huh! ”

"Okay, okay, don't cry so easily, mom will be sad when she sees it."

"Hmm!"

Hearing the word 'mother', Xiao Tie's sobbing stopped suddenly.

- By the way, Tie Qiao's wife is a member of the Demon Slayer Squad.

At the same time, Tieqiao is also his wife's knife forger.

Then.

After Xiao Tie held his sobs, he wiped the tears on his mask with his hand, and said to Tie Qiao with a crying voice:

"But, Dad."

As he spoke, Xiao Tie secretly glanced at Tanjuro.

Then he continued:

"Man, the puppet is damaged because of that sudden wind last night." His tone was depressed, and the two little hands he wiped were tears:

"I... I don't know what to do anymore..."

After hearing this.

A few people who were standing behind the father and son, watching quietly, witnessed it with their own eyes.

“… Ha ha? ”

Squeak –

Tie Qiao changed from happy to gradually petrified and crumbled.

"Dad? Father! Are you okay!! ”

……

……

Soon after.

In front of Tieqiao's house.

"I'm sorry, guys, but you guys still have to follow me after a tiring night's work."

Everyone stood here, watching Tie Qiao shout as he turned his head and cautiously climbed through the ruins.

Tie Qiao's home is already in ruins.

"Hoo ......"

He found a man-high box lying on his stomach in the ruins, fumbled for a small key, and began to adjust it in the box.

Click!

With a few soft sounds, a human-like arm could be faintly seen popping out of the box.

After a period of careful searching.

Tie Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, and he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

After comforting Xiao Tie for a while, Tie Qiao turned around and smiled a little embarrassedly:

"You're smiling."

He closed the box, and then stood it up with great effort.

Creak......

Reaching out and pulling, the door of the box suddenly opened.

After looking at the contents of the box.

"Oh! It's like that uncle..."

Muichiro screamed, he reached out and pointed to the box, blinking his eyes, and looked at Tanjuro.

After discovering that Tanjuro was unresponsive, Muichiro hesitated for a while, touched his head, and stopped talking.

He lowered his head, his face flushed slightly.

"Six hands..."Arichiro looked at the box with disgust, frowning - he was particularly sensitive to the number "six" right now.

No.

The point is – why do we follow these guys...

He frowned tightly and looked sideways at his smiling father.

"It's really interesting." The only lang was clapping his hands, with a very interested expression, smiling and muttering to himself.

？

Arichiro's expression gradually distorted.

The only people who are calm seem to be Maki Juro and Tanjuro himself.

"Haha, I was quite surprised when I first saw it."

Tie Qiao held the box with one hand, he smiled and touched Xiao Tie's head beside him, and said in a tone that was the rest of his life:

"It's just that the paint on the face is broken, and it doesn't hurt the internal structure."

"What a blessing in misfortune." He tilted his head slightly and looked into the box.

Inside the box.

Wearing a dark red high ponytail, a red feather weave, a black hakama, six well-jointed arms hanging down, and a "person" wearing flower earrings on his earlobes, standing in the box.

The stacked armor with a strong Warring States characteristic is covering his shoulders.

The only fly in the ointment may be the broken left half of the face, where red markings can be faintly seen spreading in the unbroken places.

Beside him, six well-maintained knives were neatly arranged.

Everyone's eyes moved back and forth between the doll and Tanjuro.

- At first glance, it looks like two Tanjuro are standing here.

"This is a combat puppet that my family has passed down from generation to generation."

Tie Qiao looked at the people in front of him proudly, he pressed his elbow against the box, and stood on one foot:

"The prototype is a swordsman from the Warring States period."

"The swordsman's name is Jiguo Yuanyi."

"So, my ancestors named the puppet—"

"Fate One Zero."

The second chapter is not finished, and it will come later

(End of chapter)