Ghost Slayer: The Great Swordsman System at the beginning, our teacher follows the country

"The true face of Kagura, the god of fire?"

Tanjuro frowned when he heard the word "God of Fire Kagura" from the secretary's mouth. .seven

This is a sacrificial Kagami dance passed down from generation to generation in their family. It is a dance dedicated to praying for safety like "Vulcan-sama".

I inherited it from my father, my father inherited it from my grandfather, and it was passed on from elder to heir continuously for hundreds of years.

Now, the doctor who suddenly appeared in front of him actually told himself that Kagura, the god of fire, is not as simple as it seems on the surface?

Tanjuro was even more concerned about how the secretary got to know the "God of Fire Kagura".

As a unique sacrificial dance of the Zaomen family, I have never heard of other people having a similar inheritance for so many years.

The more he thought about the reason, Tanjiro felt more and more suspicious.

Similarly, the uneasiness in his heart became heavier and heavier.

Just a few glances at Tanjuro's expression, the secretary guessed his general thoughts.

"I told you, you don't have to be nervous."

Turning his eyes slightly, he then said.

"What about your earrings, why aren't you wearing them?"

"Mr. Secretary, who are you!"

If it is said that the existence of Kagura, the god of fire, was known, Tanjuro was already surprised and disturbed, but the moment the earrings were told, Tanjuro felt more panic.

How did this man, who seemed to be only about 20 years old, know about the "God of Fire Kagura" and "Flame Earrings" passed down from his ancestors by the Zaomen family.

Could it be that the other party has ideas about them?

Thinking of this, Tanjuro clenched his fist subconsciously.

If the secretary really exposed his greed for the god of fire Kagura and earrings, and endangered the safety of his family, he would not sit idly by.

It is true that his body is very weak, and many times he cannot express his emotions, just like a plant.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't love his family.

Besides, I am not as "crippled" as I appear on the surface.

If someone really treats himself as a waste, he will definitely pay a heavy price.

"Things are very long and cannot be explained clearly in a short time."

Waving his hand, the secretary signaled Tanjuro not to be nervous.

"It doesn't matter, we have a lot of time, one day is not enough, two days, three days."

Keeping his eyes on the secretary, Tanjuro was afraid that he would do something out of the ordinary.

"The key question is, I said, do you believe it?"

Seeing Tanjirou's tense face, Secretary Shu smiled lightly.

"I'm afraid you can't even tell that kind of lie yourself."

For Tanjuro Zaomen to be so nervous and cautious, the secretary can actually guess the general reason.

From the moment I saw him, I could feel the thick dead air beside Tanjuro.

Probably, there are still half a month to a month to live.

In the last period of his life, Tanjuro naturally hopes to do his best to protect his family.

For this reason, Tanjuro did not dare to let go of the secretary who was unknown, whose identity was unknown, and whose purpose was unknown.

From time to time, he would look at the sun wheel knife on the secretary's waist, fearing that it would be pulled out in the next second.

"Do you want to bask in the sun?"

Suddenly, the secretary changed the subject and shifted the conversation to a seemingly unreachable place.

"Human beings cannot survive without the sun. It is it that brings heat to the earth, dispels darkness, and eliminates..."

The secretary's voice became smaller and smaller, so that Tanjuro couldn't hear the last few words clearly.

Although I don't know what he is thinking, but just basking in the sun, I have nothing to be afraid of.

"Then I will trouble you, Mr. Secretary, I am physically inconvenient to move."

"It's okay."

Walking to the door, the Secretary slowly pushed it away.

The sunlight outside the house was falling on the courtyard, shining on the dots of white snow, reflecting colorful rays of light.

A beam of sunlight passed through the courtyard and shone into the house, the soft feeling made Tanjuro's frown soothed a lot.

Looking at the sun outside the house, the secretary didn't speak.

Suddenly, he walked into the courtyard and closed his eyes.

Seeing the secretary's "weird" behavior, Tanjuro didn't speak, but just watched quietly.

He knew that the secretary's narration had already begun.

"Bang~"

With a touch on his waist, the Sun Wheel Knife was unsheathed in an instant, and was held high above his head by the secretary.

The black and red blade shone brightly in the sun, like a flame, magnificent and dazzling.

"This is……"

Looking at the back of the secretary holding the Japanese sword high, Kamado Tanjuro's eyes widened instantly.

He was sure that he had never seen such a scene in his previous life.

But why, there will be an inexplicable sense of familiarity in my heart.

Gradually, the secretary moved.

The sun wheel knife that was held high fell down, keeping it parallel to the arm, and then slashed forward.

The sound of the blade piercing the wind came, causing a swishing sound.

After the horizontal cut, the secretary's arm rotated half a circle, and then from bottom to top, the Sun Wheel Saber swung upward.

After the upward swing, it is followed by a self-rotation around the body.

This is followed by twisting and turning of the body caused by the irregular movement of the foot.

Somersault slash, spin forward slash, upper stab...

Tanjuro couldn't understand the sword skills demonstrated by the secretary, but the familiarity in his heart became more and more obvious.

Gradually, a figure began to overlap with the secretary in front of him.

That was the first time he saw his father perform "Kagura, God of Fire" when he was a child.

No, it should be said that the secretary's movements are smoother, more natural, and more fitting than his father's.

Secretary, showing "God of Fire Kagura" with a sword!

"how can that be!"

The surprise in his heart couldn't be stopped at all, Tanjuro only felt a chill down his spine, and something in his brain seemed to collapse.

Things that have been passed down by the family for hundreds of years are seen today in the hands of an outsider.

Not only that, the secretary looked even more familiar than them, as if he was the one who had obtained the real inheritance.

Tanjuro wanted to say something, but nothing came out of his throat.

Unknowingly, he has been attracted by the secretary's actions.

After the secretary put the knife back into its sheath and made a crisp "ding", Tanjuro Kamado reacted cleverly.

Looking at the sky outside, it turned out to be sunset.

"Mr. Secretary, who are you?"

A trembling voice sounded, and Tanjuro's brain was so shocked that he couldn't think.

At this time, he desperately wanted to know who the man in front of him was.

"I am the inheritor of Sun Breath, and Sun Breath is the predecessor of Kagura, the God of Fire you mentioned."