Today, the cubs of the Oda family are also ordinary

Oda has been dreaming recently, dreaming of many things, some strange and warm things.He lived in a cramped cubicle apartment at first, and then many people came into the room, and they would come back when they went out. Some people stayed in the room all the time, with light and bright voices, one voice and two voices, and this slowly increased.And at the last moment of waking up every time, he would dream of a back garden with flowers in all seasons and an old cherry blossom tree.

He remembered details in the dream, but couldn't remember anything when he woke up.This time his dream was only halfway through, and he already knew the name of that person, but when the words came to his lips, he turned around again, and he woke up from the dream!

The keen perception honed in danger for a long time made him open his eyes for the first time.

The room was dark, with only the sound of the wind outside the window.However, the atmosphere inside seemed to hide a giant dark beast staring at its prey and holding its breath.

Oda sat up, and began to touch the [-]-type pistol he made himself under the pillow.

The gun provided by Ubuyashiki is indeed the current popular gun type in Taisho. It is a Japanese-made gun that imitates American weapons. The advantage is that it is powerful, but the disadvantages are also obvious enough-the rate of fire is low, and the trigger may not be pulled in actual combat. The risk is called "failure weapon" in the later stage.Oda can't make something out of nothing, but he can transform his pistol by himself.

Oda also slowed down his breathing at this moment, and listened carefully to the sounds around him. The next door was Osamu Dazai, and the wooden wall was very thin. If he listened carefully, he could still hear the sound of his unhurried breathing.

Dazai only has height, but not skill.

To lure out those who come.

Don't be in a hurry at this time.

Most of the perpetrators often commit crimes when they are discovered. At that moment, because of emotions such as nervousness and panic, and rational fragility, he launched a violent act all at once.

The moonlight passing through the gaps in the leaves swayed on the corridor as the wind blows the leaves, just like ships on the river swaying with the waves.Oda kept walking towards the end of the road, like those who wake up at night, unguarded and loose on their feet.

Oda's shadow was cast on the lattice door, and after a while, there was a soft bang, and another deformed shadow appeared on the lattice door, following his steps.Just when the sickle on the shadow was attacking Oda, the pistol in the pocket of Oda's kimono was also grasped, waiting for the opponent to make a move, Oda would suppress the opponent as quickly as possible, and blocked the attack with the pistol head of the victim.

Although the problem of easy failure on equipment has been reduced, the accuracy of long-range attacks has not improved much.Oda is best to choose close combat.

At this moment, Oda is ready.

However, after three seconds passed, the other party still remained silent.

Did he find himself with a gun?

Still notice what's around?

Various thoughts popped into Oda's head at once.

In this battle environment where movement is the front line of life and death, three seconds is no different from three minutes.Oda chose to turn around pre-emptively, and the sickle facing Oda quickly retracted into the human body like the ebbing sea water.

The other party was an extremely thin, stooped man.There are strong muscles in his arms, and a strong physique can be seen in his chest, but his waist is so thin that even the bones under the skin can be clearly seen.

His hair is black and green, his face has few muscles, and his appearance is haggard, as if he has been suffering from illness, his eyeballs are cloudy, and there are many dark spots on his face.

When he faced Oda, his pupils trembled violently.Oda couldn't remember who the other party was, and he didn't think he would recognize him, but the other party subconsciously took a step back, which can be said to be a big step.

Before Oda spoke, he made a kowtow to Oda, and quickly fled away.

(and many more.)

Oda couldn't figure out what happened, so he chased him for less than a few hundred meters.The man jumped into the shadow of a room, like a drop of water into a lake, disappeared instantly, and evaporated from the world.

Oda lingered in place until he really had no clues before leaving.

The prostitute Taro slowly came out of the darkness after seeing the person leaving, and stopped for a long time looking at the direction Oda left.

(It's the offspring of that old man, they look alike.)

The prostitute Taro was born in the poorest bottom slum on Yoshihara Street.His mother had syphilis when she was pregnant with him, and she was malnourished for a long time, so that Taro, a prostitute after birth, looked extremely ugly.In this beauty-obsessed neighborhood, ugliness is the original sin.The prostitute Taro has never been treated fairly, his existence is a waste of food, and even his mother is unwilling to accept him.

He had never showered, and his body was permanently covered with dirt and grease, as if that were his clothes.He didn't have a father, and his mother never hugged him, even when she saw him, she would sternly tell him to get lost, and would not allow him to touch her.

He has no name because he is not worthy to be human.

Everyone scolded him and laughed at him when they saw him.A tall child will also learn how adults bully him and push him into dirty water.

Days are hard and sad.

He is so inferior, he hides in the corner like a bug.He is so afraid of people, and only by avoiding people can he get a little respite.

When I met the master, he was still very young, about 20 years old, wearing a kimono, standing not far from him.And he was only four or five years old, an age at which he would die at any time because no one cared about him and he couldn't protect himself.

"I'm looking for the entrance of Yoshiwara Flower Street, can you help me?"

The prostitute Taro has never heard such a warm voice. The other party is tall and big, with kindness shining in his pupils. He is a person that the prostitute Taro has never met.

Is it a guest?

How could you run to such a place?

Why did you choose this time to come?

Are you lost?

Why do you come to ask me?

The hooker Taro was full of these questions, but his eyes were fixed on the other's face.Because he looked at himself, looked at himself with his eyes, and felt neither disgusted nor irritable.

It was also summer that day, and the sun was so bright that it seemed that the old man was covered with light.

The prostitute Taro wanted to speak, but found that he hadn't spoken for too long, and his throat was too dry to make a sound.

Fearing that the other party would smell his stench, the prostitute Taro shrank back towards the wall, and pointed his finger in the direction of the most beautiful flower street in Yoshihara Street.

"Can you lead the way?"

The old man continued to speak.

The prostitute Taro stood up. Because of squatting for a long time, his lower limbs were numb. As soon as he stood up, he fell forward. This fall would probably break his nose.The prostitute Taro closed his eyes subconsciously, but he didn't feel the severe pain as usual, he was supported by one hand.

That hand was big and beautiful, with distinct and slender finger bones, and was supporting his abdomen. The prostitute backed away in fright, and bumped into his other hand.It turned out that the other party was holding his back with the other hand, for fear that he would accidentally fall backward.

There was a warm light in the master's eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"No, no, nothing." Taro the prostitute shook his head.

"That's good. If you squat for a long time, don't rush to stand up. Your legs will lose strength and fall easily. Be careful. Do you need to be held?"

The prostitute Taro stared at that gentle face, his little heart was "pounding".He wants to be close to people, but he knows he is not qualified.

He shook his head.

At this time, the sweat from his forehead due to the summer dripped on Oda's hand, and a dirty black mark slid down the back of his white hand.This scene shocked him too much.

The master in front of him will definitely despise him, will definitely disgust him, and will definitely hate himself.

He knew all too well that he had done something wrong.

He would never let him touch his mother's clothes. Once his hand just accidentally touched the kimono, she beat him out.

Not to mention my own sweat dripping on him.

"..."

The prostitute Taro suddenly wanted to cry, why is he so useless and dirty!With a sore nose, he looked at the master in front of him with tears in his eyes, hoping that he would not hate him.

He just raised his head, and the person in front of him took out a handkerchief from his pocket to help him wipe the sweat on his forehead carefully, and said, "Sorry, I also feel that the weather is too hot. I'm so sorry for making you stand under the sun all the time. Let me treat you to some ice."

"..."

It wasn't until he was stuffed with a small cup of shaved ice in his hand that he came back to his senses.The hooker Taro is completely confused by the current situation.

"Will you eat by yourself?"

The master took him under the shade of the tree, and the prostitute Taro knew that he would eat, but let the other party feed him bite by bite.The ice cubes in his mouth were sweet and cool, and the wind blew the cicadas far away, as if it was another world, taking him to heaven.

There is someone looking at me seriously, patient and kind to me, and the people in front of me are so nice.

Before the prostitute Taro sent the master away, he suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

"Old, my lord, I have a very, very beautiful sister."

The prostitute Taro has a very beautiful younger sister who was just born. Everyone said she was beautiful when she was born, and she will become more and more beautiful. She is his only possession.My lord deserves the best, and he will definitely treat her well.

"You take her away. When she grows up, you can marry her as your wife."

The old man laughed.

The prostitute Taro felt that he must not understand, he gave the best of himself to the master.

"Your sister is not an item, and you can't give it away at will. As an elder brother, you should treat your sister well. You are the most important people to each other."

Hearing the master's refusal, the prostitute Taro became anxious.

He must not know how good-looking his sister is, so he refused.

"My sister is really beautiful, everyone says she is beautiful. She was born with a name, "Mei". "

The old man grabbed his anxiously gestured hands and said patiently: "I know, I believe in you."

"Huh?" The prostitute Taro didn't understand at all.

"Because your eyes are very beautiful. The outer circle of the pupil is a golden moon ring. There is nothing more beautiful than this."

"..."

As soon as the words fell, the prostitute's head was completely empty.The words that said he was ugly and worse than a bedbug seemed like a world away for a moment.

The prostitute Taro never thought that people were so nice, he wanted to get close to him, to understand him, to catch him, and hold him carefully.

For the first time being seen as a human being.

This is the most unforgettable dream of the prostitute Taro in his life, and it really exists.

……

The prostitute Taro still keeps the handkerchief given to him by the other party, with Chinese characters written on it, and he knows that it is the name of the master-"Oda Sakunosuke".

Although he never met the old man again, the prostitute Taro also thought that he would never meet him again in his life, but he did not expect that he would meet the offspring of Lord Oda.

He's only in his teens, but his eyes are like a gentleman's, and so is his hair color.

He used to have nothing and was worthless, but his lord gave him hope and dreams, and the prostitute Taro wanted to see him until he died.

Seeing his offspring now, Taro the prostitute must protect him well.

He is thin-blooded and will definitely be targeted by ghosts.

What's more, the prostitute Taro is a little concerned that he seems to have met a member of the ghost killing team named Oda before dying of exhaustion.

I don't know if it's the same person?

Because Mr. Wu Mi wanted to kill that man.

That doesn't work.

This doesn't work!

……

***

Oda did not hunt down the ghost that appeared last night, and reflected on the failure point of his battle, which may be due to his lack of understanding of the terrain of Yoshihara Street.And he clearly saw the number in the opponent's eyes - "Lu", indicating that it was one of the twelve ghost months.

Just as he was thinking about how to deal with it, a young man with white oak hair climbed into the window, saying "Hooshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Mr. Oda, I have admired your name for a long time."

Inside his pair of colorful eyes, one is written with "Shangxian" and the other with "Two".

Twelve Ghost Moon's information is interoperable. Although the little guy Tired has been deliberately restraining his emotions, there are always loopholes.

Master Wu Mi is very angry with this person!

In addition, after Xiaxian Lu couldn't find the person whom Xiangkai gave the news to, Mr. Wu miserably held a Xiaxian meeting and expelled them one by one.

Since it is so weak, it has no value in existence.

At this time, through the joint information of the ghosts, it was known that Oda of the Demon Slayer Team was looking for "Nightmare", one of the last ghosts of the Twelve Ghost Moons, and proposed to use the eyes of the four dead ghosts as bait to kill people. Lead to the train to kill.

"So why did you tell me about this trap?" Oda didn't understand why.

The young ghost showed an extremely happy expression and said, "Because I want to help you."

"why?"

"I also want to try what it's like to be influenced." The young man blushed excitedly and said, "My name is Tong Mo, if you succeed, not only the ghost of the string, but the ghost of the string, or even the adult's eyes will find a way Get it for you."

"How is it? Is it worth a try?!" Tong Mo's tone was full of encouragement, and the colorful eyes were shining with anticipation.

"Sorry, allow me to decline."

As soon as Oda finished speaking, he disappeared from his original position. Almost in the blink of an eye, Tong Mo saw Oda's hand grabbing towards his eyes.

Tong Mo was surprised by his explosive power, he subconsciously tilted his head back, and felt a cold touch on his neck at the same time.

Osamu Dazai's gun just blocked Tong Mo's cerebellum.

"Caught a big guy."

Tong Mo didn't notice when another person appeared behind him at all. After all, there was only one human blood smell in the air, and he was too focused on Oda.

Before Dazai could finish his voice, the pistol had already let out a crisp "bang--".

Oda, who was right in front of Tong Mo, was also splashed with blood.