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

According to common sense - it is impossible for ghosts to appear in Butterfly House.

Nezuko was inside the house, sleeping soundly in the newly made small wooden box.

As for Izumi Juro... Kamado Tanjirou has been resting in his room, and he doesn't know if Butterfly Shinobu has returned, or where Izumi Juro is now.

But the pungent smell of ghosts can be clearly heard even if they stay here.

This just shows-the ghost is around here, and it's still very close to them.

It's even possible...

Just around them!

"Zenyi." Kamado Tanjiro immediately got up from the bed, "I'll go check on the situation, you can go find Miss Shinobi."

My wife Zenyi hurriedly grabbed Tanjirou, "But, it's Tanjirou, that's a ghost..."

Tanjiro Kamado smiled softly, "Zenyi."

"I believe you can find Miss Shinobu quickly." Saying that, she jumped out of bed and ran out.

Kamado Tanjiro had just left, when Kitan Naikiri walked in, "The child suddenly went out at night, is he hungry?"

My wife Shanyi trembled subconsciously.

However, Tanjiro Kamado might face a very terrifying enemy next time, and somehow he mustered his courage, urging him to move forward and take the first step bravely.

"It's not!"

"Tanjirou! Prepare to fight the ghost alone!"

Chatan Naikiri: "Ghost?"

"Speaking of which ghost is called..." Kitanna pursed her lips, "I see, you are in trouble, right?"

"Although I hate fighting and blood..." Chatan Nanakri touched the body knife on his waist, "But, I will try my best to help you."

My wife Shanyi raised her sleeves, "Thank you! Caiqie!"

Chatan Naikiri shivered subconsciously, "Don't, don't call me Naikiri!" It always sounded weird!

"You have a good rest. I'll go back when I go." After speaking, Kitan Naikiri turned her head and followed the imprint left by Kamado Tanjiro, directly chasing after him.

inside the house.

My wife Zenitsu turned around and began to push Hei Inosuke's motionless mouth.

"Inosuke, Inosuke, get up and help!"

Zuhira Inosuke was motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

My wife, Shanyi, tried to push twice more.

"Inosuke?"

Zuihei Inosuke still didn't make any movement.

My wife Shanyi retracted her sleeves, "Could it be that the autism has not been relieved?" He muttered to himself, and jumped to the ground, "Forget it, let me go and find Miss Ren first."

"Tanjiro—you must! Hold on!"

My wife Shan Yi ran out with a rattling sound.In the small wooden box, Nezuko, who originally wanted to continue to catch up on sleep, got out of the small wooden box with a tacit understanding, as if sensing that her brother was about to encounter danger.

As a result, as soon as he got out, he saw Zuihei Inosuke sitting up from the bed like a fake corpse.

The surrounding atmosphere gradually became quiet and weird.

Nezuko blinked her eyes, and when she was about to continue crawling out... she saw Zuhira Inosuke suddenly raised her hand, and hit her chest a few times.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

After smashing it, he jumped off the bed very angrily, and rushed out.

Nezuko tilted her head.

"Well?"

If you run out like this, you will definitely catch a cold.

Nezuko, who used to be a human being and patiently took care of her younger sister and younger brother, thought of this, quickly climbed out, and ran out after her.

A few of them here chased them out, but Izumi Juro over there was still asleep.

Honestly.

This is not a very good dream, even one that evokes the darkest in people's hearts.

Quanjuro is in a desert.

In the middle of the desert lie familiar cities.

And long, long ago—he was born here and died here.

Ai used a shovel to send his soul to other worlds.

Is he back again?

Izumijuro let out a breath.As he raised his feet and stepped forward, his figure gradually became smaller, and the clothes on his body began to change.

There are paladin clothes, favorite peripheral clothes, and ninja clothes...all kinds of clothes, and finally, as time goes by, they become the tattered ones with rags hooked to the toes. Blood stains, and not exactly good clothes.

Every time he took a step, a shallow, blood-colored footprint would be left on the sand.

Quan Juro walked without knowing the pain, and walked to the edge of the city unknowingly.

Went to the capital of death.

He was human, born here, and died here.

But this time, for the living dead, he stood in front of this veritable capital of death.

Izumijuro paused for a long time.

When he was about to go forward and look at the taverns and restaurants in his memory... a cyclone suddenly appeared behind him.

Quan Juro turned around and woke up directly from his sleep.Immediately, he maintained the movement of raising his fist and hitting the cyclone backwards, which coincidentally hit the face of Naruto who just appeared here.

Naruto: ...

Grass!

She is going to be angry!The old wound hadn't healed yet, and now he was hit with a nosebleed.

Although he has abandoned Oni Wu Tsuji, but the blood given to him has not been taken away!I'm afraid that if the fuck goes on, he will become a rookie who will be slaughtered in a blink of an eye

Thinking of this, Naruto quickly raised her head, trying to get the nosebleed back.

It's just that the movement is a little slower, and it still oozes out a little.

A drop of blood expands infinitely.

It flowed out directly with the night wind.

Kamado Tanjiro, who was searching for where the ghost was, smelled the stronger smell of blood, and quickly became tense.

——Ghosts are already lurking here, are they starting to hurt people?

Hurry up, hurry up!

Hurry up, rush to save people!

His gaze returned to Izumi Juro.

Because he dreamed of something sad, Izumi Juro punched directly, never expecting to hit Naruto in the face.

But when he thought that this ghost didn't seem to deal with him very much, he stared at Naruto covetously.

I don't have a knife in my hand, do you want to remind me before getting started?

"Wait, don't do anything, I have no ill intentions towards you." Naruto has been with Oni Wu Tsuji Wumi all year round, and she can understand the boss's mood when the other party frowns.

Although she didn't get along with Izumi Juro for too long or even met twice, she still understood the meaning of beating someone!

Mingnu thought of this, and quickly stroked the pipa twice.

In an instant, Tsurumaru Kununaga, Yamato Moran and even Foxnosuke all appeared.

Foxnosuke just landed his paws and shook his hair.Seeing Quan Juro, he eagerly prepared to rush up.However, his legs and feet were too short, and in a blink of an eye, those two nasty guys took the lead.

"Master, it's really great that you have nothing to do!"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Yamato Morita quickly occupied Izumi Juro's left and right sides.

Then Izumi Juro, who hadn't reacted yet, inexplicably had two kinds of music mixed together in his mind.

Quan Juro was silent for a while, "Well, did you hear anything?"

"movement?"

Quan Juro said with a deep face, "Yes, it sounds very loud."

Yamato Morita silently looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga and began to make eye contact.

——Hey, did you also specially play the Servant Song to the master?

——Ah, I didn't expect that we would be able to have a good understanding on this kind of thing.

After finishing speaking, both of them turned their heads again, silently pinched out the close waiter Qu, and smiled softly, "I don't know the master, maybe Fox's help is not up to date, and made some bugs?"

Foxnosuke who was suddenly cue:? ? ?

It's sad enough not to be hugged by adults, but now I have to bear your dirty water, won't Foxnosuke be angry!

Foxanosuke opened his mouth and said "Wow", trying to complain, Yamato Mamoru Anding immediately uttered a voice, and changed the topic to Naruko, then Tsurumaru Kuninaga played by ear, grabbed a stool beside him, and squeezed towards Foxosuke Squeeze, let the other party perfectly disappear in Quan Juro's sight.

Fox Nosuke: ...

***

"Master, are you wondering—why did we have this..."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga immediately continued the second half of the sentence, "A ghost with poor clothing and not keeping up with fashion trends?"

Izumi Juro, who had no idea what the trend was, nodded seriously.

"It's a long story. But to sum it up—that is, we joined forces."

Yamato Mamoru approached Izumi Juro suddenly, and emptied the neatly combed bangs on his forehead, "Speaking of which, master, do you think my bangs... huh?"

Yamato Moran Ding seemed to have noticed something, and leaned forward again, "Master, did you use other swords?"

"Master is really too hard-working—isn't it enough to have Mr. Tsurumaru and me?"

Izumi Juro thought carefully about what he did today.

Oh, and he summoned a dagger that looked like a kitchen knife.

The clothes are cute, but the voice is undisguised, declaring that he is a boy.

Thinking of this, he replied: "I didn't bother."

Yamato Mamoru Anding's eyes sparkled.

"After all, short knives... I'm not good at it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kitan Nanakri appeared at the door one step ahead of Kamado Tanjiro based on the connection between the sword and the god judge.

"Master, you didn't..."

Kitanna retracted her foot that was about to step in, turned around, and hugged her knee, pitifully.

"It's no big deal... There are times when you are disgusted."

Quan Juro felt that he should do something at this time.

"Chatan Naikiri, isn't it?"

"I didn't dislike you—"

Kitan Nakiri's eyes were shining brightly, as if she had been healed.

"It's just that the length of the dagger doesn't suit me. Think about it, I'm a swordsman, so I must choose the right length and use it!"

Izumi Juro explained earnestly, and Kitan Nanakiri's bright eyes darkened again.

Izumi Juro: ...

Wait, what's wrong?Why is Chatan Naikiri not only not being comforted, but getting sad more and more often?

Izumi Juro thought about it for a while. Could it be that the way of explanation is not right?Just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw Naruto behind him saying angrily, "Say you like [her] and will use [her] all the time!"

Quan Juro: "No, lying or something, isn't it a child?"

Naruto: Grass

She immediately brushed her hair back, pointed to the big hole on her forehead, "Then tell me! Would a good boy poke any forehead casually?!"

Izumi Juro was obviously overwhelmed by this question.

After a while, he made a gesture of bending over and apologizing.

"Feel sorry!"

"Next time you show up suddenly, I will poke in another place!"