Wow –

In the forest, the treetops swayed, reflecting shadows under the bright moon that climbed up to the sky.

Bones...

"Ahem... Ho! ”

Tired of staring at his eyes, his head rolled to the ground, and he looked at the few people in front of him in a trance.

For a moment, I couldn't react.

The head has been cut off!

Why does the former Upper String One get mixed up with humans...?!

- Doesn't Lord Wu Miao know about this!?

His mouth was wide open, trembling to say something, but he choked and could only utter hoarse syllables of unknown meaning.

Hitomi slowly looked at Tanjuro.

- This guy... Who is it?!

I can cut off one's own head which is winding... Dangerous!

Maybe it's because of the special experience, when I'm tired of the lower strings, I've already seen all the windings.

This is a miserable concession.

Then.

"Muichiro!" Ichiro glanced at the tired head on the ground that was beginning to turn into ashes, and he reacted suddenly:

"Stand still!"

Hurriedly turned his head and ran to his younger brother on the side, groping around Muichiro with worried eyes, and shouted:

"It's not cut into pieces, is it?"

Syllable!

His eyes were hidden with trepidation, and his hands trembled and covered Muichiro's ears from both sides, and his voice was unnatural:

"The head is still there!"

As he spoke, he rubbed Muichiro's head vigorously.

"It hurts, brother, what's wrong with you all of a sudden?"

Muichiro looked at his brother who suddenly went crazy in confusion, and casually slapped away the other party's hands on both sides of his head:

"Of course I'm fine... No, wait. ”

“… Something is wrong. His brow furrowed slightly, feeling a little strange, and even took a step back in fright.

In my impression, that stinky face has to scold his brother from time to time, why is it gone!

Wuichiro's expression became vigilant, and he even looked his abnormal brother up and down with his eyes:

"Did you fall for the psychedelic blood ghost magic?"

The two brothers who have been staying in the butterfly house have naturally learned a lot about ghosts with Butterfly Ninja.

"Nope!" Arichiro noticed his brother's half-step back, and worried thoughts choked in his mouth.

He looked at the suspicion in Muichiro's eyes, and felt that his brother's words were like several sharp swords stuck deep in his chest.

"Because just now—" He suddenly leaned forward, stiffening in place.

With his mouth open, he choked.

This may be the first time that Arichiro, who is the elder brother, feels a sense of failure in front of his younger brother.

Trample.

Wiping the sweat from his face, the only lang walked over, looked at the noisy two brothers, and then looked up at the two people who rushed in front of him.

Wow!

“… Ha ha. The only lang smiled and stretched out his arms, one by one hugged the two brothers, tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes:

"It's okay!"

Ground.

Maybe it's because I'm about to die, and my tired thoughts are gradually converging.

“… Family. Tired eyes passed through Tanjuro and Jikuni Iwatsu's legs, staring directly at the two brothers who were talking.

In a trance, he realized that there was a snow-white spot in front of him.

The slowly falling snowflakes fell in his silvery pupils, not melting.

Snow?

Tired and stunned.

When... Snowing?

The clothes of the two people standing in front of them seemed to have changed into something they had never seen before.

Then.

Rustling...

"I'm sorry I didn't make you born with a sound body..."

In the gradually whitening vision, the "mother" in her memory, tears mixed with blood, fell in a pool of blood, and her voice was hoarse.

"It's okay, tired."

The father with tears in his eyes is holding the blade and aiming it at himself, who has become a demon:

"I'll die with you."

His pupils narrowed.

Ah,

He remembered.

I want to have a family, just because I have a lot of love for my parents...

- Inner guilt.

In the silver-white eyes, the dim moon was reflected, and two figures, a man and a woman, seemed to appear in them.

“… I'm sorry. ”

A hoarse voice came from his throat.

A breeze blows.

Completely reduced to ashes.

……

……

After watching as Tired turned to ashes, Tanjuro leaned sideways and plunged Muichiro's knife into his scabbard.

"Huh?" Muichiro looked at his scabbard in disbelief, not noticing when he had lost the Hinawa sword.

Tanjuro turned his head, his chest heaving slightly.

He took his crow into his arms and led the way, and ran almost as hard as he could.

And, when he was down the mountain, he met—

He looked to the side.

A tall swordsman dressed in serpentine feathers.

In the six golden eyes, there is no longer the word [winding] of the past.

- Black Death.

"Has the winding up been weakened to this extent..."

He stood upright, slowly sheathing the blade that was no longer hideous, and his tone was full of sighs:

"The concentration of blood in the body is so thick, but the strength does not match."

After all, as a ghost, Black Death Mou didn't have to worry about whether his body would be injured, and the way he traveled was naturally different from that of a human being.

The high-speed sprint, which almost ploughed the ground, left a deep impression on Tanjuro.

Glancing at the flute broken in two on the ground, Jiguo Iwatsu bent down and carefully put the flute away.

Although it was not the one he kept on his chest, it was also carved by his own hands.

Sensing Tanjuro's gaze, he glanced sideways slightly.

After observing Tanjuro up close, his expression was stunned.

It always feels...

Jiguo Yansheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

- More like it than before.

The two looked at each other, neither of whom spoke first.

Long.

Until Arichiro, who came back to his senses, looked at the two of them with strange eyes.

"See you again."

Jiguo Yansheng closed his upper and lower eyes, and his voice was low:

"-Gonhachiro."

The last time we met face-to-face like this, the two sides were still enemies.

Of course, it's not a friendly force now, but his own position has changed slightly.

As if to show that he had no ill intentions, he clasped his hands around his chest - a gesture that could not be drawn quickly.

Although for ghosts, this can only be a gesture.

Then.

"Karma!"

The crow poked his head out of Tanjuro's arms, and he turned his head curiously to look left and right: "Who is calling my name..."

In the middle of the crow's words, he was pushed back by the expressionless Tanjuro.

"Hmm." Tanjuro glanced at Hei Death Mou, whose expression and emotions were very serious, and he couldn't explain for a while.

He looked away slightly.

- I'll explain it later when I have a chance.

Looking at Arihiro behind Black Death, he nodded slightly.

It seems that the current Black Death Mou is quite concerned about Shi Tou's family.

Seeing Tanjuro's silent appearance, Jikuni Iwatsu did not show surprise.

Since it is the future that Yuan Yi expected, it must be almost the same as Yuan Yi's temperament.

- Fate one.

After breaking away from Wu Miao, Jiguo Yansheng has not been able to find someone to confide in his inner thoughts for a long time.

I didn't have any ideas to talk about before.

Everything changed after the appearance of Gohachiro.

"I've been thinking about it since last time."

It seemed that he was thinking about people, Jiguo Yansheng walked through the woods with deep eyes, and began to talk to himself:

"Why am I born in this world?"

"—what exactly am I going to do, what have I done so far, and what is the significance of it."

He lowered his head, looked at his palm, and clenched his fists slightly.

"While thinking, while walking aimlessly."

As he spoke, his eyes stayed beside him, and he was a little stunned:

"After solving one question, the next one comes to you."

"Perhaps, the path I am walking on is still not my own, or maybe..."

After speaking, he turned his head, looked directly at Tanjuro, and told him the question in his heart:

"Ganghachiro, you-"

"Do you know the meaning of your existence in the world?"

Tanjuro's appearance was reflected in his golden eyes.

He was expectant and curious about the other party's answer.

During this time, he had a lot of contact with humans, but alas—most humans were ignorant and couldn't communicate at all.

Moreover.

He was even more curious about this person who was burdened with the future vision of the Yuanyi pair.

After Tanjuro heard the words of the Black Death Mou, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He couldn't help but glance at the other party suspiciously.

Earlier, he was still wondering why the Black Death Mou would have rebelled so badly, but—

- Is it because you doubt life?

Tanjuro thought it would have something to do with himself or Jikokuichi, but he didn't think of it at all.

"I'm just an ordinary and small human being." He shook his head and decided to answer as a woodcutter:

"It's so small that you can only protect your loved ones around you."

Tanjuro opened his eyes, his tone was straight, and he gave Black Death Mou a negative reply:

"So- I didn't think about it."

Hear the words.

Jikuni Iwakatsu stared at Tanjuro and didn't speak for a long time.

Side

Arichiro frowned tightly, his gaze moving back and forth between the two.

- What are these two uncles talking about?

His brow furrowed.

Then.

"I see."

Jiguo Yansheng blinked slowly, he nodded, the corners of his eyebrows furrowed.

Family...

Tanjuro held his expression and did not speak.

"Let's go." Ji Guoyan Sheng turned his head and said to Shi Tou's family in front of him:

"Come with me."

He was referring specifically to the Shi Tou family.

"Eh—where are you going?" When Muichiro heard this, the mood that he just wanted to chat with Uncle Six-Eyed was gone.

Muichiro, who has been tired all day, just wants to have a good rest at the moment.

Ichiro reached out and patted the back of his head, habitually:

"Don't talk too much, just leave when you are told to go."

Feeling the familiar touch, Muichiro was both a little happy and a little aggrieved, he pursed his lips, raised his head and looked at his brother:

"Why are you so fierce!"

"I'm already able to use Kagura, the god of fire! Don't you boast to me? ”

Hear the words.

Trample.

Jiguo Iwatsu, who was walking in front of him, stopped, and he slowly turned his head.

He opened his six eyes and looked at Muichiro like this for the first time.

Jiguo Yansheng's tone was solemn with some doubts:

"Muichiro... You've learned... What? ”

He, who had been teaching Muichiro the breath of the moon to no avail, heard the news now.

- I was surprised.

Startled by the six eyes that suddenly opened, Muichiro subconsciously shrank his head, and he cautiously looked at Jiguo Iwatsu:

"Fire... Fire... The voice also became unnatural.

Then.

"It's called the breath of the sun, and Kagura, the god of fire, is just the name of the dance."

Arichiro covered his forehead helplessly, and after making sure that his brother was fine, he completely relieved himself:

"Really, people who practice this breathing technique and swordsmanship every day don't know what Uncle Kamato said when he trained?"

"I know it all—" he spread his hands.

looked secretly proud, as if he wanted to find the scene just now on his younger brother.

"Brother!" Muichiro raised his head unwillingly, but he didn't say anything, and under the gaze of Jiguo Iwatsu, he finally lowered his head and scratched his head embarrassedly.

Hear the words.

Jiguo Iwa Katsumoto just looked in surprise and was stunned for a moment.

It became more surprised, and even faintly frightened.

"Breath of the Sun...?" He repeated it in his mouth, his voice trembling a little, even unbelievable:

"Muichiro has learned?"

"That's right." Arichiro nodded, stretched out his hand and pointed to Tanjuro, who was standing aside and hadn't gone far:

"Uncle Stove Men taught."

After Arikuro said this.

He didn't get an answer from Jiguo Iwatsu for a long time, and he didn't see the slightest movement of the other party's body.

After a slight stiffening of the body.

He looked at the six-eyed uncle in front of him.

Only to see each other.

"I see..."

“… Is that what you expected? ”

Jiguo Iwatsu looked straight ahead, in the dark position in the depths of the forest, and his six eyes were open.

The mouth unconsciously muttered:

"Fate one..."

Arichiro saw Jikuni Iwatsu stunned on the spot, and suddenly looked at Muichiro and his father beside him at a loss.

- Uncle Six-Eyed is broken!

Muichiro and Yuiro looked at each other.

The only lang smiled, staring at Jiguo Iwasheng's trembling back with rather complicated eyes.

Then.

Swish!

Jiguo Iwatsu, who was standing in front of the three of them, suddenly turned into an afterimage and disappeared.

The wind swept past the three of them, running in the direction of their side.

When Muichiro reacted.

Jikuni Iwatsu has returned to Tanjuro.

Tanjuro stood still, sensing a subtle aura.

Half a day.

"Jiguo Iwatsu."

Jiguo Iwatsu looked at Tanjuro, and his tone changed slightly from before:

"That's my name."

Tanjuro was a little puzzled, but he suddenly realized.

- Now seems like a good opportunity.

“… Tanjuro Kamado. He said.

Hearing this, Jiguo Yansheng's expression did not change, he just nodded slowly.

Then he turned and walked away.

With Shi Tou's family, he slowly left in the direction of the mountain.

……

Tanjuro stood still, his head twisted, his eyes darling deep into the forest.

The [family members] who were tired of the contract seemed to be fleeing in all directions because of the tired death.

Click.

He gripped the hilt of the wedge-ball.

……

This night.

There were a lot of thunders in the sky over Nada Spider Mountain.

……

Soon.

In front of the Zhushi Mansion.

in the open space.

A one-man tall box is sitting here.

“… It's not..."

Arichiro frowned, pointed to the familiar box in front of him, and glanced at his father beside him.

- The puppet of the knifesmith's house!

After confirming the idea, the father and son nodded.

"Put this... Carry your back to your dwellings. ”

Jiguo Yansheng crossed his arms and said to Shi Tou, father and son, whose expressions were gradually shocked.

(End of chapter)