Crimson Blade

The branches and leaves in the forest were dense, and the bowed Feicun Ren adjusted his breathing, and his figure shuttled through the shadows like a ghost.

The smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger, and the heartstrings were tense. The little boy with the crimson ponytail pursed his lips, pressed the handle of the knife at his waist with his left hand, and lurked silently with cat steps.

He didn't dare to relax a bit, because as the distance narrowed, there were already bloodstains and knife marks left by the battle around.

It really is a ghost...

The suspicion in his heart was confirmed because of the rancid and increasingly strong smell of blood, and the latest knife marks made Fei Cunren understand that someone was blocking the evil spirits.

Moreover, the swordsman who stopped the evil spirits might be the one who left traces in the forest last time, but it is not known whether this guy is a swordsman from the ghost killing team who happened to pass by, or a hidden master nearby.

However, judging from the strength of the knife marks left by the opponent, this swordsman is probably a strong man...

The ponytail behind him swayed slightly with the movement of the body, and Himura Baba, who was advancing silently, was seriously analyzing the only information.

However, he forgot one thing, that is, the strength of swinging the sword may not only be due to his strong physique, but more likely due to his breathing method.

For example, Fei Cunren himself is a child in his teens, but his sword swing is stronger than a strong adult man...

The night covered the land, and the forest covered by trees was pitch black at this time, but Feicun Ren, who had adapted to the darkness, still moved forward nimbly avoiding obstacles.

"Oh!"

The sound of heavy objects hitting in front made Himura Ren, who was approaching cautiously, feel his heart tighten. He silently held the handle of the knife with his left hand, and pushed aside the thorn bushes in front of him with his right hand to find out.

???

Himura Ren, who saw the scene through the thorn bushes, was completely stunned. He even suspected that his eyes were hallucinating. Otherwise, how could he see the usually weak Uncle Tanjuro fighting the ghost?

He must have read it wrong, Himura Ren told himself with a blank mind, he withdrew his right hand to push away the thorn bushes, turned his head and took a deep breath, and then pushed aside the branches and leaves again to look at the battle scene.

No, I read that right! ! !Himura Ren, who finally realized the reality, froze completely on his face, but screamed like a groundhog in his heart.

How could Uncle Tanjuro, who is so weak and sick all the year round, be able to chop ghosts so smoothly?

And where did the breathing method he used come from! ! !

The battle on the field has come to an end, and Tanjuro, who is immersed in the battle, is not as kind as before, his eyes are sharp, and the dark red stripes linger on his forehead like life.

The silver-white knife light flashed in the forest, and the magma-like sun's fire was burning blazingly.

Looking at the ugly ghost in front of him, Tanjuro's eyes full of murderous intent brought a trace of compassion, but this compassion could not shake his right hand that swung the knife.

The dark red hair on the sideburns fluttered, accompanied by the arc-shaped knife light, and the fire bird representing death came into the eyes of the evil ghost.

The head rolled down, and the red and black embers were scattered. Tanjuro, who was somewhat skinny, retracted the knife into the scabbard, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

As soon as the tense breath was released, the cough that was originally suppressed in his throat began to resound earth-shattering.

Fortunately, at least get rid of this evil spirit before it kills.

I have to go back quickly, otherwise Kuizhi should be worried too.

After brushing off the yellow and black checked haori on his body, the pale Tanjuro looked at the sky and smiled gently.

Then he was planning to go home, and when he turned his head, he met Feicun Ren who was squatting in the thorn bushes.

"..."

huh?

Tanjuro's smile froze, and Himura Ren, who saw someone beheading the evil spirit fiercely, also fell into a daze.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward...

"Ahem...I think I can explain."

After a long time, Tanjuro coughed a few more times before withdrawing his stiff expression, he was afraid to look directly into Himurabashi's shocked eyes.

Explain what?

"Explain how you changed from a weak and sick beauty to a powerful swordsman who slays evil spirits?" Fei Cunren complained.

enmm, why do I always feel that my previous worries were eaten by dogs.

The condemning gaze pierced Tanjuro as if it had an entity, and someone with a knife on the right side of his body coughed again and again with guilt.

You talk about you, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, Fei Cunren's eyes changed from condemnation to resentment, why are you coughing so hard even when you are so strong, what are you pretending for!

Maybe it was because the child's gaze was too intense, the thin-skinned Tanjuro waved his hands and begged hurriedly, "We'll talk about these things later, can we go home first?"

"If you don't go back, Kui Zhi should be worried."

"For Kuizhi's sake..."

"That's it!"

Hearing that Kui Zhi would be worried, Fei Cun Ren retracted his gaze, rolled his eyes, and said reluctantly.

The next journey back to Zaomen's house went smoothly, and Feicun Renyi, who had been away from home for many days, was warmly welcomed by Kuizhi when he returned home.

There are not many changes in Zaomen's family, except for the obvious changes in the heights of Kotanjiro and Konezuko, which is Aoie's stomach.

Although Fei Cunren had only been away for a few months, but counting the days before, Kui Zhi's due date was just a few days away.

It seems that I came back in time, otherwise only the weak Uncle Tanjuro...

No, Uncle Tanjuro is not really weak...

After dinner, the single ponytail behind him quietly drooped, and Fei Cunren sat at the table with a face that kept changing, worrying for a while and being angry for a while.

The candle flame flickered, and Tanjuro sat across from Himura Ren wearing an orange and black checked haori.

At this time, under the candlelight, his face was even more morbidly pale, and his hands on the table were so thin that their knuckles protruded.

"Let's talk, ahem, about what happened before."

After putting out the sunflower branches, Tanjuro revealed a trace of seriousness on his pale face, and said softly, "You have seen that scene, too. In fact, what I killed just now was not a human being."

"No, wait!"

Himura Ren interrupted Tanjuro, then looked at him sincerely, put his hands on his forehead and said helplessly:

"There's no need to explain about ghosts, I probably understand this during my travels."

"I just want to know what's going on with your sword skills, and your physical problems."

Did you learn something from your travels?

It seems that Xiaoba has experienced many things in the past few months. Tanjuro felt a little emotional in his heart, but explained with a wry smile on his face:

"My swordsmanship was passed down from the ancestors in my family. As for my body...ahem, my health is really poor."

Is it true that the poor health is true?Fei Cunren froze for a moment and then frowned.

"No, you used not only swordsmanship before, but also breathing techniques."

"Is your breathing method passed down from your ancestors?" Sensing the loophole in Tanjuro's words, Himura Ren couldn't help asking.

"Ahem, that's true, but how did you know how to breathe?" Tanjuro admitted with a cough, but there was more confusion in his eyes. Did he also know this during his travels?

"I learned about it from the Ghost Killing Squad..."

"Since Uncle Tanjuro knows how to breathe, he should know about the Demon Slayer Squad, right?" Because Rinaki told him that swordsmen who know how to breathe are usually members of the Demon Slayer Squad, so Himurabane's tone of voice is natural .

"No, I do not know."

"Ahem, so what is the Demon Slayer Squad?" Tanjuro coughed and replied with a blank face.

"..." I don't know! ?

Himura Blade had no expression on his face, expressing that he didn't want to speak.

The author has something to say: Take it for granted. Himura Ren thought to himself: Generally, swordsmen who have breathing skills know about Demon Slayer Team, right?

Shangougou·Selling Charcoal·Hermitage: No, I don't know, what is the Ghost Killing Squad?

The corner of the mouth twitches · Feicun Ren · speechless: ...? You don't know! ! !

It is said that those who know how to breathe generally come from the Ghost Killing Squad?

Papa Tan, Wuxiao, who is not on stage, is cute and dazed: Is there such a saying?

Himura Ren holding his forehead sighed: enmmm, okay~

However, when I know how to breathe a little bit, I don't seem to know the Demon Slayer Squad... right?