In the empty courtyard, there was a group of people kneeling. They bowed their heads respectfully and straightened their backs.

"Welcome, my lord!"

The paper door above opened, and a man with a terrifying scar on his face and closed eyes was helped out.

The person supporting him lowered his eyes, his long black hair was tied into a neat ponytail, he was wearing a wisteria-colored gradient haori, and the handle of a knife could be vaguely seen at his waist.

"My swordsmen (children), I am deeply honored that everyone is safe and sound."

"My lord is in good health as long as it is good." The half-kneeling woman in butterfly feather weaving below raised her head with a peaceful smile on her face.

After Butterfly Chanae spoke, the others all looked over in unison, with complicated eyes.

Butterfly next to Butterfly Chana Hui smiled and complained softly: "Obviously what I wanted to say, but my sister preempted it."

"Well, I, I'm here too..." Ganluji Mitsuri said with a blushing face.

The other people also had the same expression: I didn't expect to be preempted!

"It would be the best if everyone can gather here." The lord said lightly, with a slight curvature on the corner of his mouth.

This voice is like a spring breeze, which can calm people down inexplicably.

"Yes!"

"Then, before the meeting starts, everyone, please feel free." The lord opened his eyes, looking at the person next to him with dull eyes.

The kneeling people stood up, and the atmosphere became more relaxed.

Standing below, Ichiro frowned slightly, caressing the handle of the knife.

"Hasn't Muichiro come over?" The man in the wisteria-colored haori at the top raised his head and asked after serving the people around him to sit down.

Those were a pair of purple eyes, with a faint color, like a sea of ​​wisteria flowers in full bloom, which rippled layer after layer under the blowing of the wind.

There is a slight curvature on the corner of the mouth, a smile that can calm people down, and I want to give him trust involuntarily.

It is a very reassuring wisteria flower, always able to rely on when vulnerable.

"Yes, Wuichiro and Yu will come over later." Ichiro looked straight into those eyes and slightly bent his mouth.

"Really?" The purple eyes curved up, "Yu? It's really a familiar name. There was an old friend with the word "Yu" in his name."

"Ah."

"I'm very interested in that Ichiro's family, but I don't have a chance to meet him. I just learned a little from the letter. Today is the first time I met officially." Wisteria Zhihuo said with a smile.

"But it's really rude. I don't even know that person's name. I can only ask in person later." Wisteria Zhihuo turned her head to the side, always paying attention to the situation of the people around her.

Yuya Ubuyashiki felt the gaze, smiled and shook his head, signaling that he should not care.

"How about Zhihuo's mission this time, it's rare to be delayed for such a long time." Butterfly Kanae asked.

"Well, it's mainly because some things are delayed, so don't worry everyone."

"So... Zhihuo is always reassuring." Ganluji Mitsuri said with a blushing face, silently sizing up the smiling person.

"Huh, yes! Wisteria's strength won't make people worry!" Purgatory Kyojuro nodded with a bright smile: "After all, no matter whether it's swordsmanship or personality, Wisteria is not a character that makes people worry!"

Hearing what Purgatory Kyojuro said, the corners of Wisteria Zhihuzu's mouth slightly curled up, and his eyes lowered: "Really."

At an angle that others could not see, those purple eyes dimmed slightly, and then immediately returned to their original expressions, but they avoided the scorching bright smile without a trace.

It is a warm and bright existence, but if you get too close, you will get burned.

"However, did Miniya avoid getting hurt, and treated the wound well?" The smiling Wisteria Zhihuo looked at Immortal Kawa Miniya who was trying to minimize his own existence.

Undead Kawa Miniya, who was trying to reduce the sense of existence, froze, and then said in a self-defeating manner: "Of course there is! Also, you are too lenient!"

"I've said it many times, the louder the voice, the more guilty you seem, Miniya—" Wisteria Zhihuo stared at the Immortal Kawa Miniya who avoided his sight.

"You're annoying!" Undead Kawa Minami frowned fiercely, then lost ground under the pair of purple eyes that were quietly watching him, and turned his gaze away.

For a while, the atmosphere became cheerful.

Tomioka Yoshiro on one side is brave and wandering in the sky, and Sato beside him is similar, just looking down at his knife.

Except for the two who were silent, Yan Zhu and Snake Zhu didn't speak much.

One just closed his eyes and listened carefully to other people's conversations, and the other looked at Wisteria Zhihuo with hostile eyes.

Iguro Kobane: The number one enemy—Wisteria Zhihuo.

The atmosphere was very harmonious, and even the protagonist who listened silently also opened his mouth to join everyone.

"Sometimes I really feel that a place with Zhihuo is always fun." Butterfly Kanae thought for a while and said seriously.

"Well, because Zhihuo always makes people can't help but relax." Makoto said with a smile.

"Well, um." Ganluji Mitsuri clenched a fist and placed it on her chest.

"Really, that's really my honor." Wisteria Zhihuo blinked and said with a smile.

The purple eyes turned slightly, and looked at the man beside him who had a ferocious face but a gentle smile.

"Muichiro can actually go there first, and then just trouble the people in the hidden department." Aizawa Muha wrapped the bandage on his hands, and said to the person behind him who was looking at him with his chin propped.

Muichiro shook his head: "It's fine for brother to go."

Aizawa Muha laughed all over: "But Muichiro is one of the pillars, so it really doesn't matter if he isn't here."

Although the lord said that it could be postponed until night, Aizawa Muha refused. After all, the Demon Slayer Squad is very busy, so I am sorry to bother them.

"It's okay... Anyway, my brother and I are similar."

Aizawa Muha, who had wrapped the bandage, stood up and patted Muichiro's head.

"It's not the same, Wuichiro is just Wuichiro, not anyone can replace it. So is Ichiro, both of you are unique existences."

Muichiro took advantage of the situation and rubbed against Aizawa Muha's palm: "It's okay, as long as the feathers are clear."

Aizawa Muha smiled helplessly, then put on the cloak.

The original cloak has been repaired by the staff of the hidden department, I will find a chance to thank you.

Muichiro stood up, picked up the mask and put it on the ghost in front of him.

Sensing Muichiro's movements, Aizawa Muha obediently stopped, allowing Muichiro to fiddle with him.

The mask was worn at an angle just enough to cover only the red eye.The hair on the side of the face was pushed back behind the ears, completely exposing a face.

Aizawa Muha was not used to it, and shrank his neck.

"This way..." Aizawa Muha said and wanted to put the mask on properly, but Muichiro grabbed his hand.

"It's okay, it's fine."

Looking at Muichiro with a serious expression, Aizawa Muha gave up struggling.

"Then, let's go. The others will have to wait for a long time."

"Ah."

The sun outside is very strong, but it doesn't matter if you hold an umbrella.

No cloak was on, just an umbrella in one hand.Blindfolded with Yin's help, Muha Aizawa stretched out his hand.

"No more trouble, Ichiro."

Being blindfolded is a bit disturbing, but after all, the location of the headquarters is absolutely confidential.

The hand was held by the other hand, the warm temperature and the breath close at hand dispelled the last little anxiety, and Aizawa Muha walked forward with peace of mind.

"be careful."

Muichiro's voice was next to his ear, and Aizawa Muha responded, not worried at all.

The front is in place, and the sound of conversation can be faintly heard.

Muichiro stopped in his tracks, and then reached out to pick off the black cloth strip in front of Aizawa Muha and handed it to the members of the hidden department.

Gentle movements stroked the corners of the eyes, and then covered the eyes with both hands instead of cloth strips, and then slowly took them off.

The eyelashes fluttered gently, and then slowly opened.

The glare of the sun is still a little unaccustomed, but it has improved a lot with the actions of Umbrella and Muichiro.

Muichiro reached out and handed over the handle of the umbrella on his hand, and Aizawa Muha, who was relieved, nodded and took it.

"Let's go." Although he had already taken off the cloth strips covering his eyes, Muichiro still held Aizawa Muha's hand.

Aizawa Muha didn't refuse, but just squeezed Muichiro's hand.

"Here we come." Immortal Kawa Minya who was standing on the nearest side said, and then the whole scene fell silent, so everyone's eyes turned to one direction.

A paper gradient red umbrella, you can see the dangling red feather tassels and golden bells under the umbrella handle, as well as the bandaged hands.

The umbrella surface was lifted slightly, revealing the face of the ghost below.

A complete, exposed face except for the left eye.

In this case, it feels more like the person above.

"Ha..." Ichiro was about to step forward when he was interrupted by a voice behind him.

"Boss crumbs?" The gloomy and familiar voice was unprecedentedly indifferent, mixed with complex emotions - anger, anger...

"Wisteria?"

The person with purple eyes fixedly looked at the somewhat puzzled face, tilted his head, and slowly raised an indifferent arc.

With such a similar face, apart from the people around him, there is only that ghost... and, the breath is ghost...

and so……

"Who gave you the guts——" Oni! Mai! Tsuji! Wumi!

The green blade was slowly unsheathed, and it was quickly swung out under the shocked and puzzled eyes of everyone.

"Breath of the Wind·Five Shapes—Cold Autumn Falling Mountain Breeze!"

It was a pair of purple eyes, which became shocked after seeing him, then became cold and dark.

Crumb boss?

A flash of light flashed in his mind, as if he understood something.But what came faster was the murderous attack.

The green blade was cold and full of murderous intent, but those purple eyes were even colder.The hand holding the handle of the knife was also so hard that it turned white, and it was a blow with determination.

"Who are you?

The black eyes were slightly distracted, and before he could ask this question, there was an attack that was close at hand, heading towards his neck.

"Xia's Breath·Four Shapes—Advection Slash!"

The white blade stood in front of him, blocking the menacing attack.

The sharp sound of the blades colliding, and the reflected light in the sun is even more dazzling.

His eyes were full of colliding blades.At that moment, time seemed to stand still and slow down together.

You can see the shocked gazes of everyone, but what you care about more is the pair of cold purple eyes, and the face that becomes more and more familiar...

My heart was touched, as if I had found some opportunity, it collapsed in an instant...

Now, that's a really scary thought, isn't it—Vice President?

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