……

Butterfly House.

Second floor.

Yoshiyoshi Tomioka sat on a chair next to him, and his hakama was cut open by a knife, revealing the location of his injuries.

Butterfly Shinobu was holding the bandage, smiling, and trying very hard to re-bandage his wound.

Creak...

The white bandage was tightly tightened.

"Butterflies."

Tomioka Yoshiyu's eyes looked keenly at the arm that Butterfly Shinobu was subconsciously hiding, and he opened his mouth slightly:

"Just now... What are you doing? ”

Maybe it's because the previous permeability training has worked, or maybe it's because of something else.

He felt—his senses seemed to be sharpened.

Opposite side.

Butterfly Shinobi, who heard Tomioka's words, stiffened, and she slowly turned her head:

"Does the one who has made a mistake choose to ask others first?"

His eyes were erratic, as if he was looking for some reason to refute it, and Butterfly Shinobu suddenly raised his head and looked at him:

"Where did Mr. Tomioka go all day yesterday?"

"It's the third time I've disobeyed the doctor's orders."

Don't wait for Tomioka to answer.

She held up one finger, and with the other she held up the potion that had been prepared on the table:

"Come on, drink this."

呲——!

The pale green potion was poured back into the teacup, and it seemed that some ingredients had been added, causing it to be steaming hot.

Tomioka's gaze moved to the weird-looking liquid in front of him, and he froze slightly:

"What's in there...?"

Butterfly Shinobu smiled gloomily, her eyelashes curled, and she forcefully stuffed the potion into Tomioka Yoshiyu's hand:

"Don't ask so much, just drink."

“……”

……

Soon.

Seeing Tomioka leaning back on his chair, groggy and sleeping, Butterfly Shinobu fell silent.

She rolled up her sleeves and looked at the pinholes in her white arms.

- This is the injection mark of wisteria flower poison.

- Previously, it was a small dose, experimental, to test whether wisteria flower poison can adapt to the human body.

At least until you meet that ghost, you won't die suddenly.

- Today is the first wisteria flower poison she wants to inject in the real sense.

Planned.

She needs to be continuously injected with wisteria flower poison for 2-3 years, until every inch of her skin, internal organs, and even the blood vessels flowing on her fingertips contain a high concentration of wisteria flower poison.

In the end, as a poison that can poison the winding, he dies with the guy who killed his sister.

With that in mind.

Butterfly Shinobi's eyes moved from his arms and looked at the drawer, his palms clenched slightly, trembling and pinching hard.

When she reached out with a trembling hand to open the drawer, take out the needle and continue the injection.

Syllable!

Behind him, Tomioka Yoshitoshi's position suddenly heard a soft sound.

She was startled and quickly looked back.

Saw.

Yoshiyu Tomioka, who was asleep, tilted his head in a daze, and the wooden box lunch fell off his hand weakly and fell to the ground.

The lid of the bento box that fell to the ground was knocked open, revealing the food inside.

- It is a carefully cooked, sliced, and sprinkled ginger on top of the rice.

Butterfly Shinobu was slightly stunned, she stood up, walked to Tomioka Yoshiyoshi in two steps, squatted down, and picked up the lunch box on the ground.

Looking at the lunch box in her hand, her eyes trembled slightly.

Stretch out your hand, twist a slice, wrap it in the grains of rice, and put it in your mouth.

“… Sister. ”

In the room where only Butterfly Shinobu was awake, a slightly trembling voice faintly came.

There was a slight cry at the end of the voice.

The hermits of the butterfly house all know that the side dish that Butterfly Shinobi likes to eat is ginger sharecropped.

But, what they don't know is.

Ginger sharewirling is Butterfly Shinobi's sister's favorite-

- No, it's the parents of the two sisters, the best side dish.

……

After a while.

Butterfly strained her face, and she walked out of the room with a puffing look.

It is worth noting that there are no new pinholes on her arms.

On the side, the hermits who had been waiting near the Butterfly Ninja's office for a long time cautiously poked their heads out of the corner.

It wasn't until the butterfly shinobu walked far down the hallway that they dared to look into the office with the door closed.

- The sleeping Tomioka Yoshiyuki was tied to a chair with a bandage, and his skin turned pale, but he himself continued to fall asleep as if he was unaware.

On the table, there is a clean wooden box of bento.

……

Meanwhile.

Downstairs.

"Ah, I see."

Aoi-eda's voice gradually softened, and she sat next to Tanjuro, she held her cheek with her hand, and after listening to the explanation, she suddenly nodded in understanding:

"It's something to do with ghosts."

In his hand, the hairpin that fell to the ground has been picked up.

I haven't seen a ghost with my own eyes.

However, during the time that Aoi Zhi was in the butterfly house, he also saw many people with heavy casualties being carried back one by one.

Especially after the final selection the day before yesterday.

- Are so many children of this kind already having to face such a thing?

She looked at her children, Hanako, Mao, and Liutai, and their immature eyes were still full of innocence and curiosity.

But the injured child I saw in the past few days was as big as Tanjiro and Takeo.

Is...

Aoi Branch's lowered eyes flickered slightly.

- Cruelty and injustice.

"That's right." Tanjuro breathed a sigh of relief, and after explaining, he slowly came back to his senses and set his eyes on the letter in front of him.

- Later, when writing letters.

- Don't let the children see it.

He thought to himself.

Then.

"Na! Na! Shigeru still looked excited, he looked at Aoi and Tanjuro, stretched out his hand and pointed to the letter and shouted:

"Daddy! Mom! ”

"What kind of flower street, can we go too?"

- Sounds like something very interesting!

The tone is pleading:

"It's been a long time since we've been out!"

"Everybody's getting stuffy!"

As he spoke, he also stretched out his hand and pointed to Zhuxiong who was standing on the side: "Brother Zhuxiong often says that it would be nice if he could go down the mountain to have a look." ”

Hear the words.

The mother, who had just been immersed in grief, was shocked.

Aoi Zhi raised her head suddenly, her eyes quickly looked at Mao, the corners of her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her tone was a little longer than before:

"Shigeru Kamado—"

"Wow!" Mao, who had just been painting and was still colorful, suddenly shrank his head in fright, he looked at his mother as if he was running away, and then hid behind Takeo in a puff of smoke.

“… Mom. "I only dared to show my head and look this way quietly.

Takeo, who was forced to block in front of Mao, was also like a great enemy, his face tightened, and he looked at Shigeru behind him in disbelief:

“… What are you hiding from me! ”

"Hahaha!" Hanako, who was sitting on the bunk, smiled happily.

Tanjuro smiled, and he withdrew his gaze.

After looking up in the direction upstairs, he didn't care anymore.

Then.

Swish!

Ganghachiro flew in from the window, he flapped his wings and landed on the desk, his head looking left and right:

"Karma!"

He glanced at the letter, then looked up at Tanjuro in front of the table, and quacked and shouted:

"Tanjuro! Tanjuro! ”

"The swordsmith from the Knife Forging Village is here to visit!"

"I'm waiting in the courtyard right now!"

……

In the courtyard.

"Village Chief, you don't have to come in person."

"It's just a knife, just let me do this kind of thing."

Tie Qiaozheng looked at the village chief helplessly, he wiped the sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't do it in a hurry.

The village chief is the backbone of the current Forging Knife Village, if something happens to him...

Thinking about it, Tie Qiao was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Although he prides himself on being the head of the next generation of forging knife villages, in fact, the level of forging knives is still far behind, and he is completely unqualified.

"Hmph." The village chief was sitting by the courtyard, on a futon under the roof, with his arms folded, turning his head, ignoring Tie Qiao's anxiety:

"Tie Qiao, you're still too young."

"The knife forged by the swordsmith must be handed over to the swordsman himself, and you will forget it?"

Hear the words.

These words were like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, and it struck Tie Qiao:

"Huh?!" He shouted in disbelief, and looked at the village chief with shocked eyes:

"The village chief..."

Before you...

It's all swords that the swordsman himself came to the village to fetch them...

Tie Qiao stood in the courtyard, his expression gradually messy.

Under the eaves.

There were no knives or knives next to the village chief.

Instead, an arm-like object was placed.

……

Soon.

Tread, tread.

After handing the letter to Gonhachiro, Tanjuro hurried to the vicinity of the courtyard.

Before he could arrive, he heard Tie Qiao's shouting from a distance:

"Mr. Kamato!"

Tie Qiao stood there, waving his hands high, and the fire man mask on his face was crooked:

"Here, here!"

……

After several people sat opposite each other.

The three of them looked at each other, and for a moment neither of them spoke first.

At last.

"The village chief..."Tanjuro looked at the village chief's somewhat hesitant appearance, and he tentatively asked:

"This time, is it my Nichiren knife that has been beaten?"

"Ahh The village chief turned his head slightly, he stretched out his calloused old hand, and gently scratched the fire man mask on his face:

"This just..."

His eyes flickered behind the mask, and he sighed deeply:

"I'm sorry."

The village chief lowered his head, and he sighed helplessly:

"I want to make a Nichiren knife like Mr. Kamato's saber, old man..."

After hesitating for a moment, he finally said frankly:

"I don't have a clue at all."

Tie Qiao watched the village chief from the sidelines, but he didn't speak.

The village chief's temperament has always been like this.

If he didn't forge a knife that forced him to go further, he would never be satisfied, so he often forced himself to immerse himself in the knife forging room for several nights.

Just as Tanjuro nodded and wanted to comfort the village chief.

"But!" He suddenly raised his head, and his tone became neutral, as if there was a faint pride in it.

Smack!

The village chief took out the iron object in the shape of an arm sleeve from behind him, placed it among several people, and said confidently:

"Another thing you asked for, the old man forged it one-to-one!"

"All of them are made of extremely pure orangutan scarlet iron, including the iron rope used to hook and drag, shuriken!"

"The axes, spears, and ribs that follow up with the drawings will be delivered to you soon."

"Guaranteed exactly as it was on the drawings!"

"How." He said almost all in one breath, then withdrew his eyes, folded his arms, and faintly hummed and blew gas out of the mouth of the fire man's mask.

Hear the words.

Tanjuro's gaze looked at the "Shinobi Hand" in front of him.

This is the object that he later provided to the village chief and asked him to try to restore it.

Of course, it is different from the original shinobi hand.

- The current Tanjuro is fully equipped with his hands after all.

He didn't want to lose his left arm again.

With the understanding of the hand of shinobi, the drawings were transformed, and finally it was transformed into this "arm cover" that only needs to be put on the arm to achieve the same effect.

The appearance is similar to... Hidden Blade in Assassin's Creed.

"Exactly what I envisioned." He nodded and thanked the village chief, who was complacent, "Thank you." ”

Then, he picked up his hand and slowly put it on his left hand.

With a touch that wasn't familiar before, Tanjuro lowered his head and looked at the small shuriken stuck in the car slot.

Fingers flicked slightly, and then slammed into the wooden wall on the other side of the courtyard!

Whoosh!

With the sound of breaking the air.

Snort!

Three sharp shurikens suddenly sank into the wooden wall.

Side.

Uchidon was passing through the courtyard.

He was stunned as he looked at the shuriken that flew past his face.

A few strands of white hair fell in midair.

Smack.

With his mouth open, the apple he had bitten in his hand fell to the ground in shock and rolled twice.

He turned his head slowly, his gaze meeting that of Tanjuro with an apologetic face.

- Sure enough!

Uchiki Tengen kept his mouth open and biting the apple, and his eyes were fixed on Tanjuro who was wearing a hand of forbearance.

- My previous sixth sense was right!

- This guy!

Creak...

He took a bite of the apple in the void.

- It's a ninja!

……

……

Soon.

It's night.

Because he was afraid that he would encounter the ghost when he returned to the village at night, he was not worried about the safety of the village chief, so he chose to stay in the butterfly house for the night.

The next day, we set off again in the daytime.

……

Meanwhile.

Forging Knife Village.

It's late at night.

It was as if the lights had been turned off, and even the sound of forging knife embryos had gradually weakened.

Trample.

A swordsman dressed in a serpentine feather weave wearing an ancient style of clogs from the Warring States period appeared at the end of the road.

"It's..."

Jiguo Iwatsu, who hadn't shown up for a long time, was scanning the surroundings with the remaining two eyes:

"Slacking off..."

Jiguo Yansheng muttered to himself in a lengthy tone.

He just looked for a few traces, and easily walked from the old site to the new site.

How does this not make him lament slackness.

After separating from Shi Tou's family last time, he still doesn't know the meaning of his existence.

It is certainly right to teach one's own offspring to perpetuate one's own "existence".

But—

Jiguo Yansheng kept thinking in his head.

Suddenly, his eyes shifted.

Swish!

A small cloud of dust rose in his place, and he turned into an afterimage and left.

……

Tie Qiaojia.

In the yard.

Swish!

Smack.

Jiguni Iwakatsu had his back to the moon, and he landed in the courtyard.

Slowly raised his head and looked at the wooden box standing in front of him.

There was a familiar aura coming from around the area, as if shouting to attract him.

He was about to draw his sword, but after thinking for a moment, he let go of the idea of unsheathing.

Instead, he reached out and leaned forward.

Creak...

Lift the door of the wooden box and let the clear pale moonlight shine into the dark wooden box.

The next moment.

The appearance is exactly the same as [Jiguo Yuanyi].

Appeared in front of Jiguo Iwakatsu.

- It's it!

His golden eyes reflected the appearance of Yuanyi, his pupils shrank, and he unconsciously reached out and touched the puppet's earrings tremblingly.

muttered to himself:

“… Fate one. ”

"When I didn't know..."

"What the hell are you." The corners of Jiguo Yansheng's eyebrows trembled, and his breathing gradually became short:

"How many traces have been left in this world."

(End of chapter)