About the time I became a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Squad

Although I know that the fourth of the lower strings may not be my own kind, but when it suddenly turns into ashes in front of your eyes, before you can see the beauty of the sunrise... it is unavoidable to feel a little uncomfortable.

When Butterfly Kanae and Butterfly Shinobu came, they saw such a scene.

The boy lowered his head slightly, his long black hair rippling behind him, revealing endless loneliness.

Butterfly Kanae pursed her lips, "Izumi Juro."

"Are you OK……?"

Quan Juro is a different kind after all, although it is a different kind that can be tolerated.But watching a ghost who was similar to him die in his hands was almost comparable to the bitterness of killing a newcomer with her hands.

This feeling, she understands.

Obviously a human being, but trying to understand a ghost.If you have a mission, but at the moment of sympathizing with and understanding the other person, you want to take the other person's life.

Who knows-

"I'm really sorry."

Quan Juro raised his head slightly, "I'm sorry for her—she died before enjoying the early morning scenery."

He exhaled, turned around, turned his back to the sun, and embraced the air.

"But it's okay! I can continue to feel the warmth for her!"

Butterfly couldn't help but folded her arms when she heard this sentence, "Maybe I can't feel it!" As soon as the words fell, she was patted on the head and killed in a blink of an eye.

"You're right."

Butterfly Ninja: ? ? ?

"So next time I'll let [them] feel it."

Butterfly Ninja:  …

Wow, you are simply a devil!

The short conversation ended, Butterfly Kanae spoke out first, asking Izumi Juro if he wanted to go to the Demon Slayer Squad.

"is it okay?"

Quan Juro's eyes sparkled, "Then when I introduce myself to others next time, can I use x-pillar instead?"

Butterfly Kanae's expression was blank for a moment, and Butterfly Shinobi had already said, "Of course it's impossible!"

"Let's not talk about whether your identity can join the ghost killing team, even if you become a pillar, you have to go through untold hardships, and then kill..."

Quan Juro blinked, "Down? What are you going to do?"

Butterfly looked at Izumi Juro's clean hands, and turned his head angrily, "In short, tell my lord your situation, my sister is taking a big risk!"

"The situation? You can ask me directly!" As he spoke, Izumi Juro spread out his hands and broke his fingers while talking, "Izumi Juro, currently 15 years old, my favorite..." Izumi Juro was obviously depressed when he mentioned the word "like". .

However, he soon recovered.

"The most annoying thing is snow."

"Okay, I'm done introducing."

Butterfly Kanae smiled softly, "Ah, since you have no objection to Izumi Juro, then I will send a letter to the lord right now!"

After speaking, he turned his head.

Izumi Juro looked at Butterfly Shinobi eagerly, and the watched Butterfly Shinobi snorted softly, "Big, stupid, bastard!"

Izumi Juro: ...

I feel like I was laughed at and swollen qaq

***

In the woods, Yamato Shou'an, who was stuck on the ground, remained motionless.

He could cater to Feng Dong a few times, but... ah, when will that bastard get him back!

It's not comfortable staying here at all!

Yamato Shou'an looked depressed, and suddenly, he heard the sound of someone walking over fallen leaves.

Yamato Mamoru Anding shook in the air a few times angrily.

Izumi Juro, who just came over to see this scene, said, "Hey, is the knife broken?"

Yamato Moran Ding was silent for a while, then trembled even faster.

Izumi Juro blinked, "I'm just kidding."

Yamato Shou'an: ...

"However—it's really great that you didn't leave here suddenly." Saying that, Quan Juro stretched out his hand, trying to pull Yamato Morita out of the soil.

But at this time, Yamato seemed to be trying his best to keep the peace, staying in the pit alive and well.

He came and went again and again, causing himself to be seriously injured.

Although Yamato Shou'an did not show blood, but the body knife is here after all, and it is inevitable to have a few cracks.

Seeing this scene, Izumi Juro's expression quickly turned cold. He arched his fingers and tapped the handle of the knife, "I said, I can't continue to be willful!"

As he said that, while Yamato Shou'an was still in a dazed state, he pulled it out vigorously, and then got a strip of cloth from nowhere, and wrapped it into a rice dumpling after a few strokes.

Yamato Shou'an: ...

This person...does he know what he is doing?

He also has a scabbard for protection!

But, but—

Feeling the heat on his forehead, Yamato Shou'an couldn't help but pursed his lips.

He wouldn't accept this man's kindness!

Quan Juro was holding Yamato to keep his peace all the time, and when he was rushing back, he suddenly felt the handle of the knife heat up.

Izumi Juro quickly switched hands and touched the handle of the knife.After confirming that the temperature has indeed risen, he ran back.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Sister Butterfly having breakfast.

"Izumijuro, what's wrong?"

Quan Juro pointed to Yamato Morita in his hand, "My sword seems to have a fever!"

Butterfly Kanae's expression went blank for a moment, "That Izumi Juro...is this a sword?"

Izumi Juro blinked, "I have pretty good eyesight."

Butterfly Chanae only felt a heartache.

Although she didn't know what was going on, she still kept a gentle smile.

"Izumi Juro, listen to me. It's impossible to get sick with a sword."

Ah, the occasional bouncing around, maybe because it's as special as Izumi Juro.But if knives can get sick like people...can it be listed as a ghost that can kill ghosts?

Izumi Juro looked serious, "No, Miss Butterfly, I'm sure—he's really sick." In order to verify this, he tapped Yamato's Anding lightly, "Miss Butterfly understands medicine, and obediently changes , can you receive treatment?"

Yamato Moran Ding got up indifferently, and jumped out wrapped in cloth strips.

No, he's not sick.

Even if you are injured, you have to go back to the pill to heal it!

Yamato Shou Anding tried to leave here with such a bit of stubbornness.

Unexpectedly, before he jumped twice, he was grabbed by Quan Juro.

"Yamato keeps peace..."

Yamato Morita opened his eyes wide.

Almost at the moment when the voice fell, the familiar golden light surrounded his blade until the moment the light faded.He sat on the ground in a seriously injured posture with blood remaining at the corner of his mouth.

With his hair loose, he turned his head slightly to look at Izumi Juro behind him, and his tightly clasped hands.Yamato Shou'an pursed his lips, with a hint of complexity in his eyes, "You..."

"The clothes are broken, cover them quickly."

Quan Juro looked serious, "If you play hooligans on girls, you will be beaten!"

Yamato Shou'an: ...

Damn it!

Am I willing to be seriously injured and torn? !