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"Hey, my story?"

Tanjiro was a little surprised.

"Yes." Xia Youjie nodded, and the not-so-bright starlight was reflected in his dark pupils.

"But it's okay if it's inconvenient to talk to me." Seeing that Tanjirou was still puzzled, Xia Youjie waved his hand.

"It was just a whim for me, too."

He was just a little confused, whether the unswerving orthodoxy he once pursued was correct.

Between the strong and the weak, between the magician and the non-magician, is it the protector and the protected, or the perpetrator and the victim?

"No, nothing." Tanjiro shook his head.

He scratched the side of his face, and a distressed expression appeared on his face: "It's just, I don't know where to start."

The days of living with everyone in the Demon Slayer Team and fighting against ghosts are his most precious and important memories. Tanjiro is very happy to share those hard but happy memories with others.

But the existence of ghosts is too absurd, the hatred and entanglement between ghosts and ghost killing teams for more than a hundred years, and the history of fighting ghosts until death is too heavy and sad.

"Mr. Xia You's words... Wu Jun should have told you that I was actually living in the Taisho Era before, right?"

Xia Youjie nodded.

In fact, it’s not just this, Gojo Satoru also analyzed with him what the world Tanjiro lived in before might be like.

"Our family has always been selling charcoal for a living." Tanjiro leaned against the fence, perhaps recalling the good memories of the past, and his eyes reflecting the night were also stained with smiles.

"Although the family is not very rich, everyone lives together and is very happy."

Perhaps also because of thinking of good memories, Tanjiro's voice became softer unknowingly, and it was scattered in the cool evening wind.

"But——" Tanjiro suddenly changed his tone, and clenched his hand that was just resting on the fence.

He gritted his teeth, and the depths of the deep red pupils seemed to be able to spew out blazing flames: "This kind of life was ruined by Kimai Tsujimu."

"My family died tragically under the claws of ghosts, and the only surviving sister was also turned into a ghost."

Xia Youjie approached Tanjiro calmly, his warm palm pressed against Youhun's back.

The warm temperature of the human body came from behind silently, silently comforting Tanjiro who was emotionally tumbling at the moment.

"Thank you, Mr. Natsuyu." Tanjiro took several deep breaths before he managed to calm down the anger and hatred roaring in his veins.

Even now that the dust has settled, Onimai Tsuji has died completely. Once he recalls the tragic death of his family members, that unforgettable hatred is still like a flame, burning Tanjirou's reason.

"... In order to find a way to turn my sister back into a human, I joined the Demon Slayer Squad."

Having said that, Tanjiro scratched his head, and a smile appeared on his face again.

"Although the training was really hard, I also met many reliable companions in the Ghost Killing Squad!"

"We fight against ghosts together, no matter how difficult it is, we will never give up and retreat."

"Because we all have people we want to protect, even if the gods and bodies are destroyed, we must kill the evil spirits!"

Xia Youjie silently took a step back.

He looked into Tanjiro's eyes, and it was obvious that he couldn't see anything clearly in the dark night, but Xia Youjie seemed to be able to see clusters of bright flames from the ghost's eyes.

The flame is hot and warm, like a beacon of hope, even in a dark place, it can still burst out with astonishing brightness, attracting and infecting everything around it.

Like a flame that never burns, like a rising sun that never falls.

'That's right. '

Xia Youjie suddenly understood why the ghost killing team looked so similar to the magician, but there seemed to be a fundamental difference.

The members of the Ghost Killing Squad have power because they want to protect.

The conjurer, on the other hand, chose to protect because of his power.

"Then... have you ever regretted it?"

In fact, Xia Youjie felt that there was no need for him to ask this question at all.

"Regret?" Tanjiro tilted his head, thinking carefully.

"Although I don't know what other people think, I guess everyone should have never regretted it."

"Although the training is really hard, sometimes you will encounter very difficult evil spirits, and very sad things will happen..."

"But I think, as long as we think that the tragedies brewed by ghosts can be reduced with our efforts, everyone should have no regrets."

really.

Xia Youjie sighed quietly.

"But by the way, why does Mr. Xia You want to ask me these things all of a sudden?"

Tanjiro was a little curious.

Hearing this, Xia Youjie raised his eyebrows, "I should ask, why did Tanjirou suddenly want to come to me?"

"I also specifically ask for comprehension."

"Because I feel that the smell on Mr. Xia You's body is very strange."

Tanjiro replied quickly, "That's why I care."

Ghost stared straight at the conjurer in front of him, worry spreading from the bottom of his eyes.

"I always feel that Mr. Xia You seems to be confused about something."

"Is there anything I can do to help Mr. Xia You?"

Facing Tanjirou's incomparably sincere expression, Xia Youjie was suddenly dumbfounded.

He looked at Tanjiro, and suddenly held his forehead, not knowing whether he was sighing or couldn't help but laugh.

"I sort of understand how that guy Wu fell down."

Even in the face of Tanjirou's sudden straight-ball concern and worry, he couldn't control the trembling in his heart, and it was a little hard to resist, let alone Gojo Satoru?

He's really, really not surprised now.

"Actually...it's nothing much." Xia Youjie shook his head. To put it bluntly, the things he was struggling with and hesitating were left to Gojo Wu, and maybe some of the strongest in the future didn't even bother to look at them.

"During the last mission, I rescued two little girls."

Such a poor innocent child who was tortured by the villagers' ignorance and bullying.

Xia Youjie can't even recall now how he held back the anger in his heart and didn't feed all those stupid and ugly villagers into the belly of the curse spirit.

—But what's the use of killing those villagers?

"Stupid people fear the power of the magician, even if the magician is persecuted, he still has to secretly protect those people."

"Does this really make sense?"

Xia Youjie turned his head, "Tanjiro, have you been misunderstood in this way?"

"I think it must have happened." Tanjiro nodded, then shook his head again.

"After all, not everyone knows that there are ghosts."

The bereaved people blamed them for not being able to come earlier, and the isolated and xenophobic villagers mistook them for the intruders-these situations did not happen without incident.

"However, many members of the Demon Slayer Squad have also experienced the grief of losing their loved ones." Therefore, I can understand the sadness in those people's hearts.

"What's more, we often receive thanks from everyone."

Thinking of this, Tanjirou raised the corners of his lips again.

"As long as you can think that everyone is working hard to protect ordinary people, you won't feel sad or regret it."

"Mr. Xia You, you should have received thanks from others, right?"

After a moment of silence, Xia Youjie nodded silently.

Just like the two twins rescued by him, although Xia Youjie only sent them to the orphanage due to various factors-the situation in the magic world is still unclear, and the two children's spells are not very good. Being tough, Xia Youjie can hardly guarantee that he will be able to take care of them at any time in his future life.

It might not be a bad thing to keep those two children out of the magic world as much as possible.

But even so, as Tanjiro said, those two children are still very grateful to him.

There are also those occasional meager thanks that I received occasionally when I was on a mission before, maybe even Xia Youjie himself can't remember how many.

"Perhaps you are right."

He didn't know what he was thinking, after a brief silence, Xia Youjie straightened up, as if he was about to leave.

"Eh, Mr. Xia You?"

Tanjiro was a little puzzled, "Is it alright?"

"It doesn't count." Xia Youjie shook his head, the bangs on his forehead were blown by the soft and cool evening wind, "It's just that I'm not so confused."

"As for the answer, I think I may need more time to find it."

What kind of relationship should there be between a magician and a non-magician?

What is the purpose of the magician to protect the non-magician?

"It's very late now." Xia Youjie pointed to the top of his head.

"If you don't go back, that guy Wu may come to him himself."

Xia Youjie pointed down as if joking, "You know, without you by my side, Wu might be awkward and insomnia?"

fake.

But whether Gojo Satoru will be jealous because of this is really open to question.