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Tanjiro felt himself falling.

The blue Bana flower was crushed between the lips and teeth, and the bitter and slightly sweet flower juice flowed into the throat, and then slowly penetrated into the blood and flowed throughout the body.

This is a very magical feeling.

The oni's sense of taste was no longer able to allow Tanjiro to taste the taste of food. When the bitter taste hit his taste buds, Tanjiro even wanted to open his eyes in surprise.

An indescribable feeling spread quietly along the place where the flower juice flowed.

Like a fierce flame, trying to burn away the ghost blood rushing and fleeing in the veins;

It was like the cold ice of winter, it was as cold as freezing the blood in his blood vessels.

Obviously, it should be such a double heaven of ice and fire tormenting the soul, but Tanjiro didn't suffer as much as he imagined.

It was as if a warm water flow had blocked the connection between the soul and the body, and the warm palm held up his light soul. Although he could realize that the power of the ghost was being devoured and purified, the soul seemed to be about to ascend into it. Heaven.

'what happened……'

Tanjiro couldn't open his eyes.

The soul was wrapped in a warm touch, and Tanjiro's consciousness was drowsy.

He could feel that his body seemed to be continuously descending, the ghost's blood was howling in his veins, but his consciousness was slowly floating upwards, as if he wanted to get rid of the burden of his body.

Is this what death feels like?

Tanjiro didn't understand.

During the decisive battle in Infinite City, he only had the memory of being swallowed by Wu Mi, and then there was darkness in front of his eyes, and sticky and smelly pieces of meat wriggled around him.

When he woke up again, the world was already turned upside down.

The pain of the body cannot be conveyed to the soul, and the rampant ghost blood is caught and purified by the more domineering blue Bianhua, and the last remaining unwillingness and resentment of Guiwu Tsuji Wumi also disappear with the ghost blood.

Tanjiro could no longer feel the existence of his body.

He was being lifted up, and he could only feel a vague sensation, as if his body had quietly melted into foam.

'Is this the end? '

The murmur of the soul cannot be conveyed.

Someone seemed to be calling from his ear, but Tanjiro was already unable to answer.

He could feel that he had penetrated some kind of barrier, obviously he was falling downwards, but the place below was not a gloomy and cold abyss, but more like a warm canyon full of flowers, with soft petals sticking to his cheeks.

That feeling, as if he fell back into his mother's arms again.

"elder brother!"

"elder brother!"

"Please, wake up..."

Tanjiro opened his eyes abruptly.

Familiar with the tear-making smell lingering on the tip of the nose, the warm and soft sunlight penetrated layers of dark clouds and fell into Tanjirou's eyes.

But he didn't dare to turn his head, for fear that this was just his illusion, and everything in front of him would disappear in smoke if he moved slightly.

"Brother!" But Nezuko next to him obviously didn't think so.

The girl who finally saw her relatives again rushed over and embraced her elder brother, big and big tears slid down her cheeks.

"sorry Sorry……"

"Nezuko..."

Seeming to be finally sure that everything in front of him is not an illusion, Tanjiro's lips squirmed, and a voice like crying came out of his throat muffled.

But he couldn't cry.

Tanjiro looked at the translucent hand that passed through Nezuko's body, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

A more sad breath came from Nezuko.

Nezuko held Tanjirou's hand, sobbing so hard that she could barely speak.

Obviously the soul cannot feel the temperature and weight, but when Nezuko's tears fell, Tanjiro felt that those tears seemed to smash into his heart, and the hand held by Xu was as hot as magma.

"I'm sorry...brother."

"My brother has suffered so much, but I don't know anything..."

The memory of becoming a ghost is hazy, and when she arrives, the dust has almost settled. In the messy battlefield, Nezuko can't even find Tanjiro's bones.

'God, I beg you, let me see my brother again. '

Even if you can't go home.

Perhaps the god heard Nezuko's prayer, and she finally saw Tanjiro's soul again.

"Don't cry, Nezuko."

After a long time—Nezuko didn't know how long it had passed, Tanjiro slowly raised his hand, and gently stroked her face twice, as if to wipe away the tears on her face.

Nezuko raised his head.

Tanjirou stared at her, the deep red eyes had the same warm and bright soft light as before, like an inextinguishable flame, and the golden sunlight in the distance fell gently in Nezuko's eyes.

"It's really nice to see you turn back into a human being."

Tanjiro laughed.

In this way, he has no regrets.

"By the way, the situation of the great battle!" Although he already had guesses in his heart, Tanjirou asked hastily.

"Did we win?"

It's like collecting evidence, and it seems a little unbelievable. When seeing Nezuko nodding his head heavily, it is clear that the soul has no tears, but the expression on Tanjiro's face seems to be crying.

Nezuko hurriedly wiped away her tears, and hastily added:

"Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi has been wiped out by everyone."

"In this world, there are no creatures like ghosts anymore."

"That's great..." Tanjirou Hongyu heaved a sigh of relief as the boulder hanging tightly in his heart fell.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, uncontrollably thinking about the prosperous and peaceful world he saw hundreds of years later in his mind.

Without ghosts, presumably his time and space will one day become the kind of world where everyone can be happy.

"Wait a minute, brother!"

Nezuko suddenly screamed.

Following Nezuko's gaze, Tanjiro lowered his head.

His body was slowly drifting from bottom to top, like flying sand blown away by the wind, dissipating in the air bit by bit.

"Brother, don't go."

Nezuko stretched out her hand in panic.

While holding Tanjiro in her arms, she stretched forward with the other hand, trying to grab those bodies that had disappeared without a sound.

"Don't go—please, brother."

But how can Nezuko catch it?

Seeing the strands of the soul turning into flying sand in his hands, Nezuko clenched his fist so hard that several red marks were pinched out on the palm of his hand.

But doing so is futile.

"Don't go! Brother!!"

Finally unable to hold back her tears, Nezuko threw herself into Tanjirou's arms, crying loudly.

"We clearly said..."

"To go home together..."

"Don't cry, Nezuko."

Unable to touch the real thing, Tanjiro put his hand lightly on the top of Nezuko's head, stroking along the hair bit by bit.

Just like comforting my crying sister when I was a child.

The body of the soul was getting weaker and weaker, Tanjiro carefully looked at Nezuko's tear-filled eyes, the red eyes reflected the sunlight.

"Nezuko—you must be happy!"

This is the last blessing of the family.

Sadness overflowed the whole heart, and the overflowing tears couldn't stop falling.

The elder brother's gentle voice came into mind with blessings, Nezuko nodded heavily, trying to wipe the tears off her face in a panic.

"I will definitely, work hard to be happy."

It seemed that she had finally heard a satisfactory answer. Through the tears, Nezuko vaguely seemed to see the warm and soft smile on Tanjiro's face.

Then, in the golden morning twilight, the soul slowly dissipated in the sunlight.

"Tanjiro, Tanjiro."

"Wake up, Tanjirou."

A gentle voice rang in his ears, calling out to the boy who was crying for some reason.

"Tanjiro, should you wake up now?"

Tanjiro's body was floating in unknown water.

The current wanted to carry him slowly to the other shore, but there was always a force that prevented Tanjiro from going any further.

Tanjiro was awakened by the warm touch on the side of his cheek.

"Tanjiro." Seeing the boy finally woke up, Aoie Kazamon narrowed his eyes, patted Tanjirou's forehead lightly twice, then turned and walked back to the original place.

"……Mother?"

Tanjiro couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

"And... Liutai, Hanako, Takeo..."

Tanjirou's voice trembled, and a wet and sour feeling rushed to his eyes in an instant.

Crystal clear teardrops slid down, falling silently into the river below.

"Everyone—everyone...!"

Before he had time to think about it, his body reacted first.

The emotion of longing exploded in his heart like this for a moment, and Tanjiro ran towards his relatives in big strides.

His family, now come to pick him up.

"Hey, what's going on?"

However, the ground under his feet seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and the seemingly inconspicuous river had great resistance at the moment, sticking to Tanjiro firmly like glue, preventing him from moving forward.

"Why don't you let me go?!" The joy of seeing the family was shattered by panic.

"That's my family!"

"Don't go any further, brother!"

The sixth wife on the other side suddenly made a sound.

He seemed very dissatisfied with Tanjirou's behavior at the moment, puffed up his face and shouted loudly:

"Don't come here!"

"Silly brother!"

Hanako also stamped her feet angrily.

"Eh?" Tanjiro was stunned in place when he was suddenly reprimanded by his younger siblings.

He has vaguely realized what - the river under his feet, and why they didn't come over even though his family was in front of him.

"But—" Sad emotions overflowed again, Tanjiro couldn't control it, he lowered his head and shouted:

"But, I really miss you guys!"

Every day and every night when I can't sleep, I will inevitably recall the scene of my family being killed.

The remorse for not being able to catch up, the longing for his family and the orange moonlight accompany Tanjiro all night.

"We, we also miss my brother and Nezuko sister..."

In the end, it was the child who couldn't control his emotions, Liutai and Hanako also cried.

"But brother can't come here."

"We don't want my brother coming over."

"Tanjiro." Aoie Kazamon squatted down, softly comforting the children who couldn't hold back their tears.

The gentle woman turned her head, the smile on her face was still the gentleness in Tanjiro's memory.

"Go back, Tanjiro." Aoie Kamado said softly.

"This is not where you should be."

'Let's go back. '

His family all told him so.

"but--"

But Tanjiro didn't have a chance to finish his sentence.

As if feeling the thoughts of his family, the river that was just flowing slowly under his feet suddenly became choppy, carrying Tanjirou with him and rushing in the opposite direction.

"Wait a minute!" Tanjiro struggled to lift his head from the water.

"Let me see again..." my family.

"Brother—!" The figures of the family members got further and further away, and they waved at Tanjirou from a distance.

"Be happy!"

Their voices mingled with the river, which rolled to this bank.

"..."

"... Tanjiro."

When Tanjiro opened his eyes in a daze, there was a dazzling cobalt blue in front of him.

The bitter taste of Kagu Tuzhi's heart still seemed to linger between his lips and tongue, and the ghost blood that had been clamoring in his blood could no longer be found at this moment.

"Tanjiro?" The worried smell was conveyed into the brain along with the voice, Tanjiro opened his eyes wide, and seemed to have no response for a long time.

It was so sudden that even the strongest did not expect Tanjiro to make such a move.

The boy suddenly stretched out his hand, hugged the white-haired man's neck, and leaned forward, almost crashing into Wujo Wu's embrace.

"Wu-jun, I'm back."

The boy's voice was dull, and seemed to be mixed with an imperceptible sob.

The strongest action was a sudden stop.

After a while, he slowly wrapped his arms around and patted Tanjiro's back.

The strongest squinted his eyes slightly, and his six blue eyes reflected the sky.

"Ah."

"Welcome back."

——Will you be happy?

--Most definitely.

-the end-