Warring States period.

Stove door house.

The summer breeze swept through the treetops, and the sunlight shone through the cracks in the dense forest and into the courtyard in front of them.

Tanjuro opened his eyes and sat quietly, looking ahead, the smell of earth and grass wrapping around his nose.

It's a memory, but the touch is the same as the real thing.

"I've already finished talking about what I want to say."

"Thank you, willing to listen to me for so long, Tanji."

At this moment, a slightly low and flat voice sounded from beside him:

"After drinking this cup, it's time for me to go."

Tanjuro was slightly stunned, and he subconsciously looked sideways.

I don't know if it's because of my memory, but he didn't notice the existence of someone next to him.

Side.

The man wore a high dark red ponytail, held a teacup in his hand, and looked straight ahead with eyes like crimson pools, and he whispered slowly:

“… I don't want to eat and drink for nothing at your house. ”

As he spoke, the flower pendants on his earlobes swayed slightly.

The crimson markings on his forehead were dazzling in the sunlight slanting in from the eaves.

-- Succession to the country.

Tanjuro looked at the vivid Jiguo Yuanyi in front of him, and he was a little distracted.

Although I have always known what kind of existence this person is, it still feels a little unreal when I see the other party appear in front of me alive.

The sunlight under the broken leaves shines on Jiguo's face, and the atmosphere looks extremely leisurely.

Beside him was a Nichiren knife with a golden hilt.

Ji Guoyuanyi's eyes are fixed on everything familiar around him, and a few years ago, he also lived here with his wife and had a warm little home.

"Why, Mr. Yuanyi can stay as long as he wants!"

"The kids love you!"

This sentence was said by Tanji's wife.

Tanjuro didn't speak, he glanced sideways in the direction behind him, it was his wife who was smiling and looking at his wife, Zhu Yazi.

It's not a sunflower branch.

He is now in the memory of Tanji, the ancestor of the Stove Gate family during the Warring States period hundreds of years ago.

It seems that it is too strong a belief, Tanji's memories continue to be passed down in the bloodline of the Kamado family, so that today, hundreds of years later, Tanjuro can still clearly see everything in front of him.

Just now, Ji Kunichi was confiding in Tanji about the story before he left the ghost killing team.

From a young age, when he was still in the country, he talked about his brother turning into a demon and killing the current lord, and as a younger brother, he was expelled from the ghost killing team.

Tanjuro pondered, he hadn't spoken.

He looked down at his hands.

The situation, it seems, is a little different from what I imagined.

According to the plot in the original work, the eldest son, Tanjiro, also saw the memories here.

But at that time, Tanjiro was unable to interfere with his memories in any way, and could only enter Tanji's first-hand perspective and silently observe the development of things.

The words spoken, the actions, all could not be controlled.

Only when the emotion resonates with Tanji, can the same words be said from the heart by chance.

And now...

Tanjuro's gaze moved away from Zhu Miko, and he looked at Jiguo Yuanyi, who was quietly taking a sip of tea.

He seems to be able to control the body of [Kamado Tanji] autonomously.

Creak...

Lowering his head, he clenched his fist slightly, and the familiar power coming from his body made him stunned.

The power of resurrection remains.

This feeling...

- and once in "One Wolf".

- The feeling of offering a guardian bell in front of a Buddha statue and returning to the Hirata Mansion three years ago through prayer is very similar.

Not ordinary memories,

Suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly.

If that's the case.

What he does now will likely have a direct impact on reality hundreds of years from now.

Three years ago, when "Wolf" recalled, what he did could also affect the reality three years later to some extent.

For example, in memory, if you kill someone three years ago, that guy will disappear three years later.

- Even if you saw him three years later before you killed him.

！！

Thinking about it, Tanjuro raised his head suddenly, and an exciting thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

For a while, I took care of the Jiguo Yuanyi who couldn't be beside me.

Swish!

Tanjuro stood up and looked into the distance.

He kicked under his feet, and under the puzzled gaze of his wife and Jiguoyuan behind him, he rushed out!

"......" Ji Guoyuan quietly looked at the back of Tan Ji rushing out, he sipped his tea, and there was a trace of fluctuation in his flat eyes.

Smack.

His arm holding up the teacup paused in mid-air for a moment, and slowly put the teacup back into the tray.

In the dark red eyes, Tanji's back was reflected.

……

Soon.

Trample.

Bang! Bang!

“… Can't you. ”

Tanjuro stood outside the house, on the path not far away, and stopped.

His gaze crossed the path and looked into the distance.

Reach out and slowly press it against the air in front of you.

The sleeves of the shirt were squeezed and deformed as if they had touched something.

There was an invisible repulsion here that made him unable to take any further steps.

After slapping it twice hard, the touch of duangduang came.

The maximum range of action is only a little distance away from the yard of the stove door.

——In memory, the idea of slaughtering without misery directly with Yuan Yi suddenly collapsed.

After sighing slightly, Tanjuro turned around and turned his head to go back.

Then.

But he saw under the eaves.

"Mr. Yuanichi!"

Zhu Mizi was smiling happily, she sat next to the roof, and looked up at Jiguo Yuanyi, who wanted to stand up:

"That very beautiful sword move, can you show us?"

Ji Guoyuan glanced sideways slightly, he lowered his head slightly, and seemed to be a little embarrassed.

"Ahhh~" Seeing this, Zhu Mizi raised his hands, looked at Jiguo Yuanyi with a smile, and hugged his young daughter who was just able to speak from the side:

"Please, please!"

She put the girl in front of her and smiled cheerfully and lively.

The corners of her daughter "Sumire" drooled from the corner of her mouth, she blinked her eyes, and raised her hand childishly and shouted:

"Bye... Figure! ”

Ji Guoyuan was slightly stunned, looking at Sumire's appearance, his eyes gradually softened, and he reached out and touched Sumire's head.

There was silence, eyes lowered, not knowing what to think.

He didn't speak, just turned around and walked silently to the middle of the courtyard.

Click.

He held the Hinawa knife at his waist.

"Ahaha!" Daughter Sumire waved her little hands happily and lay backwards in her mother's arms, her calves fluttering.

"Let's be happy~" Zhu Mizi also smiled happily, and caught a glimpse of Tanji standing not far away, and she beckoned the other party to come over:

"Come here, Tanji, Tanji~"

Tanjuro, who was called, was stunned for a moment before he reacted, then smiled and walked to the vicinity of the roof.

He sat down, his eyes fixed on Ji Guoenyi in the middle of the courtyard.

Summer blue sky.

A swordsman with a high ponytail dances the red Riren sword in his hand.

Hmmm——!

The blade pierced the air, and the red, golden tip of the blade reflected the sunlight.

Ji Guoyuan's expression was flat, as if he was doing something ordinary, he danced the blade as if it were real.

The earrings swayed and collided between the amplitudes of motion, making a sound of wood.

Tanjuro, who was not far away, was stunned.

When he learned Kagura, the god of fire, he was adapted into a kagura dance that was different from real swordsmanship.

The movements are softer and the pace is much slower.

In the practice of years after years, Tanjuro has eliminated superfluous movements in his own understanding, and has been mindful of exerting maximum force with the smallest range of movements.

In the end, the original appearance of the breath of the sun was restored, and the interval between the breathing methods was naturally integrated.

At the same time, through the perfect sword shape, the world of transparency is opened in reverse.

Hmmm——!

With the swing of the blade in his hand, the ultimate sword light flashed in mid-air, reflecting in Tanjuro's pupils.

“… That's right. Tanjuro muttered to himself.

After witnessing the first breath of the sun, Tanjuro came to his senses.

- Kagura, the god of fire, is still conservative.

Although the action is the same, the power will be completely different depending on the user.

After carefully observing the rhythm of Yuanyi's breathing, the movement of the muscles, the subtle movements of the feet, and the degree of the feet with the wrist twisted by using the transparency.

In the brain, my own defects are gradually made up.

Since you are able to move freely.

That......

There's no reason not to engage with someone who stands at the pinnacle of this worldview.

and—

Tanjuro noticed the sadness that enveloped Enichi like the heavens.

Smack.

He stood up.

……

……

"Huh?"

Zhu Mizi blinked her eyes and looked at her husband, who was a little different today, and she wondered:

"What?"

Ji Guoyuan, who had already demonstrated a complete set of Sun Breath and Sword Shape, stood in front of Tanjuro, he bowed his head slightly, and repeated Tanjuro's words:

“… Demo? ”

"Ah, that's it..."Tanjuro smiled, he spread his hands and explained:

"I'll take a stick, and Mr. Yuanyi only needs to dodge or defend."

As he spoke, he glanced at his daughter Sumire Stove on the side, who was smiling happily:

"Is that okay?"

The reason why I made up such a tongue twister is because Tanjuro knows it.

- Yuan Yi would never agree to his request for a discussion.

He opened his smiling eyes.

Ji Guoyuan I, I can't stand the feeling of beating others.

After holding a wooden sword for the first time and sparring with others, he gave up the idea of becoming a samurai.

If it weren't for the murder of his wife by evil spirits, he might have lived in the mountains with his wife and children for the rest of his life, and spent his life in peace and quiet.

Hearing Tanjuro's explanation, Enichi looked at him a little strangely, but seemed to be aware of the gaze of Sumire Kamado on the side.

I thought about the hospitality of the husband and wife to me these days, and the charcoal that listened to me just now.

"Okay." He finally nodded, slowly raising his head.

But when Yuan Yi just raised his head, he found that he was a little embarrassed-

Tanji, who had already picked up a wooden stick on the ground and held it in his hand, seemed to be waiting for his consent.

"Okay, then, I'm on!"

Tanjuro stood in front of Yuanyi, using Tanji's body, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and shouted:

"Mr. Yuanichi!"

The lungs rise and fall slightly.

For the first time, in the world of memory, he used-

- [Breath of the Sun, Complete Concentration, Constant]

"——!" White vapor overflowed at the corners of his mouth.

Tanjuro's eyes gradually calmed down, and his body sank slightly.

Opposite side.

Jiguo Yuanyi, who has a flat expression, has a reflection of Tanji's appearance in his pupils.

After seeing the movements of Tanji's hands, as well as the rhythm of the ups and downs of the lungs in the transparent world.

His dazed expression was slightly stunned.

"Tanji..."Ji Guoyuanyi looked at the person opposite in some surprise.

- Why...

The next moment!

Swish!

kicked the ground violently under his feet, and the charcoal not far away instantly stuck to his face, and the wooden stick in his hand slashed straight down with a [round dance] action!

Trample.

Ji Guoyuan leaned back, the wooden stick brushed the tips of his hair and chopped down, the hot breeze blowing.

He stared at Tanji, his puzzled eyes slowly turning into surprise.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Tanjuro watched as he was easily dodged by the attack, he held his breath and turned his body again.

The type of one, the type of two, the type of three...

Swish!

Ji Guoyuan moved and dodged, and the sword type he created himself, the person who knew him best was naturally himself.

Coupled with the fact that Tanji was attacking in a straight line in order, it felt like he was telling himself on purpose.

Watching his sword patterns being displayed one by one by his friends in front of him, Yuanyi's expression slowly became stunned.

Watch the movements of your friends in front of you.

In the transparent world in his eyes, Tanji's muscle movements can be seen at a glance.

With a high level of concentration, time around Jikokuenichi seems to be slowing down.

Eventually, he looked at Tanji's expression and seemed to sense something.

The look gradually relaxed and expectant.

The white steam overflowing from the corner of Tanjuro's mouth was pulled into a straight line with the rapid step.

Trample!

He breaks through the air! Rush forward in front of Yuanyi!

- The type of pick-up!

The wooden stick in his hand aimed at Yuanyi's neck and slashed straight horizontally!

But Ji Guoyuan stood in place with a smile, without dodging or defending.

Just stopped suddenly.

Swish!

Tanjuro's pupils shrank, and he didn't have time to retract his strength, and his wooden stick hit Yuanyi's neck directly.

Smack!

The wooden stick, which was overforced, suddenly broke in two.

Fell to the ground and flicked slightly.

"Whew-" Tanjuro straightened up, the corners of his mouth overflowed with hot white steam, and he looked at Jiguo Yuanyi in front of him.

- This is his own sword technique that he has improved after watching Yuanyi's demonstration.

But... Sure enough, it's still far from this.

The latter had a relaxed expression, took a deep breath, and looked at the blue sky in the distance with a smile.

Ji Guoyuan smiled, and his dark red eyes reflected the summer blue sky and white clouds.

His eyes are full of memories and nostalgia for the past.

He remembered an afternoon a few years ago.

The elder brother raised the issue of no successor.

His answer then was the same as it is now.

Firmly believed, and never changed.

"Look... Elder brother. With a peaceful smile on his face, he muttered to himself:

"I'm right..."

"People who are far more talented than you and me... Sooner or later, it will be born in this world..."

Those who are poor will return to the same place.

It is extremely rare that when Ji Guoyuan turned around, his smile was like forgetting all the things that were not good in the past.

A smile curled between his eyebrows, and he looked at Tanji:

"Thank you."

Nodding his head gently.

Jiguo Yuanyi's gaze is not just looking at Tanji.

Similarly, looking at Tanjuro, who was in Tanji's body at the moment, he had just finished wielding his sword.

(End of chapter)