Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba: The Second Sun after the Nation

"You know very well whether you have wavered or not. You are as stubborn as they are, but I can't say anything to you. None of this is your fault, but everything you see now is your fault."

Ji Guoyanghui spoke in an exceptionally calm tone, as if she was not arguing but stating what she believed to be the fact. No one would have thought that such a calm girl could lift a knife weighing several kilograms and wield it so briskly, let alone think that she would suddenly launch an attack the next moment.

Breath of Brilliance, Form 9, Brilliance and Light. Wings

In an instant, several afterimages surrounded and attacked Kokushibo. Each of them used a different breathing method, and in a few breaths, the entire area was covered with golden hydrangeas, and it seemed as if a sea had formed, rushing towards the central target.

Breath of the Moon Type 14 Fierce Change. Full Moon

Breath of the Moon - Type 5 - Moon Spirit Disaster Vortex

Kokushibo looked at the familiar moves in front of him, and was secretly afraid of the hero's strength, followed by endless anger. He had clearly decided to abandon the past, but he still let the emotions of the past affect the present, and even such cowardly emotions. The shame and anger broke the last straw in his heart, and he turned into a real monster, a monster with who knows how many swords in his hand and a body full of blades.

"Yanghui, do you think the moon is an unqualified guardian?" After a violent breathing confrontation, Kokushibo covered his almost broken neck and chuckled from his voice. He looked at his own shadow reflected on the ground and someone who seemed to have almost merged with his blood. He seemed to be relieved a lot. The blade on his body began to slowly disappear, and his face became what it was like hundreds of years ago.

"Everything that exists has its inevitability, so I don't think he is a disqualified guardian, but brother, please don't die like that, okay? They want to kill the demon named Kokushibo, not the head of the family named Yan Sheng, so please don't die in that identity, otherwise my brother will really die."

Tsugakugo Yoki touched her chest. Although she didn't know what Kokushibo saw in the blood, she could still guess it, so she didn't go forward and just watched. Until she saw Kokushibo who was about to turn back into Tsugakugo Yansheng, she spoke out to stop him. Although there was sadness in the voice, to Kokushibo, it was more of a coldness, because he had just heard the real sadness.

"After all these years, you finally called me brother. In that case, how can I not listen to your request? It's a pity that I may not hear it in the future." A sincere smile appeared on Kokushibo's lips. Perhaps even he didn't realize that he hadn't smiled like this for a long time. The last time seemed to be one day five hundred years ago.

"Given your personality, if I really called you brother when we were little, maybe one day you would be unhappy, so I think there is no need to call you brother so many times, at least not for you. You have your own persistence, and I also have reasons that I cannot tell you, so it's fine like this, goodbye..."

Jigukuni Yanghui watched in silence as Kokushibo loosened his hands that were protecting his neck and calmly accepted death. When the other party was about to disappear, he gave an explanation, an explanation that did not explain everything.

Along with the sound of clothes falling to the ground, the last relative and the last responsibility turned into flying smoke, taking away the chain without a padlock but wrapped extremely tightly.

After Ji Guoyanghui stood there and took a deep breath of the air that smelled of blood, he turned around and walked briskly to the remaining clothes. When he was about to fold them properly and take them away, he accidentally shook off two objects, which fell to the ground with several soft sounds.

"Brother...will you feel happy when you see this?"

There seemed to be a ripple in Ji Guo Yanghui's calm eyes. He looked at the flute that had been split into two halves and the small piece of amber at the end. He asked the air while suppressing the bitter smile on his lips. After packing up everything, he turned around and left quickly.

"Rest in peace, elder brother. As I said, none of this is your fault, but guilt is guilt, and it needs to be repaid. I understood from a very young age that children cannot truly judge good and evil, so I have always restrained myself with responsibility. At least in this way, it is not easy for me to make mistakes in the eyes of others. It's a pity that I never seem to have told you this point of view."

Ji Guoyanghui looked at the stone tablet on the grave and a sweet osmanthus branch not far from him, with a sad look on her face, and finally turned and left. But when she was about to leave, a yellow butterfly flew from nowhere and quietly landed on the branch that had just been watered. With the shining of a ray of sunlight, the butterfly disappeared without a trace, and the branch had grown a leaf and a bunch of flower buds that should not have appeared at this time.

"Although I don't know what my brother said to my brother, it should be something very sad, just like the story I told you..."

After Ji Guoyanghui took an unknown number of steps, she looked up at the sun that had been hanging in the sky for who knows how long. She spoke softly, then retracted her gaze with a smile on her lips, because at that glance she not only saw the dazzling sun in the sky, but also a moon emitting white light not far away.

"Brother, why don't you stay? Yang Hui seems to have guessed something. If that's the case, why are you so anxious? Can't you just say goodbye properly when the time comes?"

"What else do you think I have to say?"

"No, brother. I mean for my little sister to say goodbye properly. I can see that she still has a lot to say. Even though she has revealed those flaws to me countless times in the past, my little sister is just like an onion. No matter how long I show her, I still can't see the most central part."

"So, what does this have to do with me staying?"

"This is the first time I've seen my little sister talk about these things. Perhaps for her, only after she lets go of those responsibilities can she truly open her heart. And since I couldn't help her when I was alive, I should help her now. The first thing is to leave another audience who is as important as herself."