A few days ago.

Night.

The two Shi Tou brothers had just finished tonight's swordsmanship practice, and they wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

As if he had mustered up a lot of courage, Ariro took a deep breath, and in his brother's puzzled eyes, he opened his mouth and shouted under the tree on the side:

"Uncle!"

"What do the words in your eyes mean?"

Jikuni Iwatsu stood under the tree, pondering, and his ears echoed with Ichiro's questions about him.

He raised his head, put his hand on the handle of the knife casually, and looked at the two brothers with the diluted word "one", and said in a calm tone:

"You... Illiterate...? ”

The meaning of his inquiry is not only "literacy", but also "reading".

"Ahem!"

Arichiro and Muichiro glanced at each other, and the two of them moved their eyes to the side as if nothing had happened.

The elder brother elbowed his younger brother, and Muichiro suddenly looked at his brother with wide eyes.

"Recognize... Cognitive. Wuichiro reacted, he said hesitantly, bowing his head a little ashamedly:

"A few simple words... Of course it is. ”

Jiguo Iwatsu was silent.

When Jiguo Yansheng learned that the current Shi Tou family was illiterate, he was a little surprised.

Immediately, in the spare time of swordsmanship, he taught the two brothers to read and learn calligraphy.

Among them, the first sentence he taught was-

"Those who are poor will return to the same place."

Secondly, there are some separate words such as "Jiguo, Shitou, Ghost Slayer, Choice...".

……

under the eaves on the hallway.

"One day... You will decide your own path..."

Jikoku Iwakatsu knelt in the hallway, and in front of him was a small wooden table with a brush in his hand.

"I'm not going to order... Or let you make any decisions..."

"What I did... It's because of the path I'm taking... My own choice..."

An ink-soaked brush runs across the paper, writing the next small print steadily.

The clouds that covered the bright moon gradually dissipated, and the clear moonlight shone obliquely under the eaves.

Jiguo Yansheng slowly raised his head, he put down the brush in his hand, and looked at the bright yellow moon in the night sky.

"Now..."

His mouth opened slightly, and his voice was flat:

"Make a decision..."

……

……

Now.

Daytime.

“… Decision? ”

Sunlight passed under the eaves and over the open door, falling on Ariro's surprised face.

He was still immersed in what he had just seen on the note, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Muichiro's mood changed quickly, and he was sitting next to his brother with an excited look on his face.

The people sat in the house in a circle.

"So..."

The silence of the two was interrupted by a voice from the purgatory, and he lowered his eyes and thought:

"You want to join the Demon Slayer...?"

Muichiro nodded hurriedly, clenched his fists excitedly, and promised:

"Hmm!"

"The Demon Slayer is the same as you say! It's a great place to help others! ”

He thought back to the training of swordsmanship during this time, and the growth of strength.

and - the helplessness of facing the mother's serious illness.

Already, I don't want to experience that powerlessness anymore!

Muichiro thought about it, his clenched fists became harder, his hands turned white, and his tone gradually became firm:

"If it makes others feel at ease, I'll join!"

"Wait! Muichiro! Seeing this, Ariro hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab his younger brother, and his tone hesitated:

"It's so fast...! Calm down and think about it..."

Things are working a little beyond Ichiro's imagination, and even if he thinks he is the smartest in the family, his brain can't turn at the moment.

Then.

"Muichiro is right."

Shi Tou only Lang held a small pot of peeled chestnuts, put it down, and slowly sat down next to Muichiro.

Smack.

Stretched out his hand, gently rubbed Muichiro's head, and said softly:

"Do good for others."

"Helping others will eventually help you."

The only Lang smiled, and after glancing at Muichiro, he slowly looked at the three Tanjuro who were sitting opposite:

"After all, it's my son, and if Muichiro wants to join, then I'll do the same."

Purgatory Maki Jurou nodded, and then moved his gaze to Ichiro, who was full of confusion and panic:

"Well, what about you?"

Arichiro's head was buzzing.

"I... I—" he said, his eyes moving between father and brother.

Then.

"Nan Nothing... Please wait a minute, Mr. Makijuro. Mourning Yu silently recited a Buddha name, and he interrupted the conversation of several people:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lang."

Thoughts crossed the bottom of my mind.

One of the winding... Let them decide if they want to join the Ghost Slayer...

He pondered for a moment, his voice was dull, he turned his head to Maki Juro, and gave his own answer:

"This matter is definitely not something that we can decide easily..."

"It should be reported to the lord as soon as possible, and the lord will make a judgment."

Click, click.

In his hand, the red broken Buddha beads kept moving, and Sadness Mingyu turned his head and looked at the only three of Lang, father and son:

"Before the lord agrees, can you please have a few people..."

Beimingyu straightened up his upper body, his sturdy body was like a hill, and his white eyes looked at Arichiro and was stunned:

"Come with us first, don't worry, the ghost slayer will arrange a place for a few people."

Hear the words.

There is no Lang, there is a Lang, and the only Lang, father and son, glanced at each other.

He brushed his head again and looked at Shi Toufu, who was sitting in the middle and drinking tea slowly.

Shi Touxuan swallowed the tea in her mouth, she smiled slightly, and promised with her head sideways:

"Yes."

It seems that he sensed the sleepiness of the two Shi Tou brothers.

Sorrowful Mingyu nodded and said in a deep voice:

"Thank you, then we will take advantage of your residence to rest for a day, and set off together tomorrow."

Click, click.

As he lowered his head, some tears fell on the wooden floor.

"Uncle, what the hell are you crying about!" Yulang was taken aback by Sorrow Mingyu again, he propped his hands behind him and stepped back twice.

"Ahh Yes... What a touching affection. ”

Sorrowful Mingyu said, raising his head high and clasping his hands together.

But inside, I was thinking about another problem.

[The Lord already knows that the village will move out by tonight.] ］

[There must be a lot of swordsmen sent to reinforce the protection, and at that time, even if the first one of the winds reappears... ］

Grief Mingyu Xingming turned back slightly.

His attention was on Tanjuro, who had been studying the map behind several people.

- I will be able to kill him on the spot tonight.

With that in mind.

Smack!

Sadness Mingyu clasped his hands together, slightly shocked, and in the eyes of others, the huge Buddha beads shook with his movements, which was very intimidating.

Behind a few people.

Tanjuro sat across from Tokito's house, spreading the map of Infinity City on the wooden floor and observing it carefully.

- This is a diagram of the inner workings of the Infinity City.

(End of chapter)