Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

The first one to jump down from the tree, sweating guiltily, was a girl with gradient hair from cherry pink to grass green, exuding a sweet breath, and climbed up to the roof with her bare hands.

Then a black-haired young man wearing haori with different patterns on the left and right appeared on the roof behind him, silent, his eyes without highlights fixed here silently.

...Miss Butterfly's veins twitched even more happily, her smile was unprecedentedly gentle, and the black air, the black air was already coming out!Calm down, Miss Butterfly—

In the end, there is no guilt, a serious wounded person with a face of naturalness and bandages all over his body, Mr. Purgatory.

Sitting next to him was a tall man with diamonds in his turban and magnificent patterns painted around his eyes.

Great, my veins popped out too.

No, you, the pillars of your Ghost Slayer Squad, don't you sleep?

Mr. Purgatory, whom I am most familiar with, was the first to speak. This man's left eye was wrapped in a bandage, and the remaining right eye, which seemed to be unable to blink, shone brightly like a searchlight: "Hua, that winding one!"

My face was paralyzed, and I closed my eyes in pain: "Mr. Purgatory, what do you think we should go down and find a place to have a good talk?"

……

"In short, except for some things that cannot be said, the matter is like this."

"Because I met a very important senior and said things that I was not allowed to say, I was forced to become what I am now."

"Please don't blame Kamado Tanjiro for concealing it. Without his acknowledgment, I might not be able to exist in this world for a long time."

"And I'm afraid I will always exist here with this appearance and this identity."

It took quite a long time to carefully avoid the point of stepping on the thunder, and inform them one by one.

Finally, I stood up, withdrew all my mimetic life activities, stopped my heartbeat, stopped my breathing, and what appeared in front of them was the real me now.

Yes, I don't pretend anymore.

Thanks to Mr. Madara for repeatedly and patiently polishing my cognition and mentality.

This time, after Miss Butterfly's awakening, I finally understood:

Maybe not as high as they are, but I should also have my own pride.

Facing these pillars with different expressions, I declared to these people with a confident and proud attitude that I met for the first time:

"I am a flower."

"This is my partner, Yan Rong." I gestured to them the big naginata that I had been carrying behind my back. The naginata buzzed and overlapped with my voice:

"—It's a pleasure to meet you all."

……

I noticed that when my mentality changed, the attitudes of the people in front of me also changed.

If we used to look at the younger generation with tolerance, then now we are more equal and look at like-minded peers.

I have grown.

And the atmosphere seemed even more harmonious.

I naturally sat down again and started a new topic.

"About winding up the third," I held back, but couldn't hold back, and let out a faint resentment, "Have all the people you want to come come here?"

"..." The five were silent.

I asked in disbelief: "No? Is there really any more?"

"Don't worry about the rest, Hua." It was Miss Butterfly's voice, "I will record and pass on the relevant information."

Ok.

I glanced at the top fighters of these Ghost Killing Squads one by one.

Yan Zhu, a comrade who fought side by side once.

Water column, Tanjiro's senior brother, a natural kinsman.

Chong Zhu, who hates ghosts, has actually accepted Mi Douzi and "I".

Lian Zhu, Yan Zhu's stepson, a sympathetic girl.

In the end, there is only one sound column left, as long as there is no conflict, they can get along well.

As if it had been negotiated, the few people who came were actually not considered radicals in the column.

Another kind of tenderness?

That being the case, here I go.

I don't know to what extent I'm currently limited, I'm eager to take off repeatedly on the world's tolerance level:

"Shangxianzhisan, Yiwozuo, short peach-red hair, light pink eyebrows, tattoos of sinners on his body, easy to recognize when he appears. He is an out-and-out martial idiot, good at unarmed martial arts, and a ghost of fighting spirit. "

"The blood ghost technique is called 'destructive killing', and it should be a kind of technique that senses fighting energy. Mr. Purgatory should be more clear about this, and have you explained it in detail?"

The look in my hand was affirmed by him.

I carefully recalled the battle situation at that time: "At that time, I received the attack with a pure and unenhanced body. Next, I will explain his attack form and the damage caused..."

The replay of this battle lasted until morning.

During the period, people kept interrupting and asking for specific details. Mr. Purgatory and I complemented each other and tried our best to restore the whole battle.

At the end, I made a summary for this battle: "After Mr. Purgatory chopped off his head, he didn't dissipate. In the end, he hugged his head and hid in the shadow without sunlight, as if breaking through the limit... ..." Speaking of which, I was choked by the sudden air, and other people have already seen it.

After all, the same situation has happened many times in replays, and I even heard Lianzhu's regretful voice: "Is this information that cannot be said again? Write it down."

I continued without changing my face: "From this, it can be inferred that the ghosts of winding strings may generally have this possibility. Then in the next battle, it may be necessary to consider dragging until dawn and restricting the actions of ghosts into the tactics, and a new, completely The possibility of cutting off ghosts...cough cough cough cough!"

This time it was an earth-shattering cough that I had never experienced before. I raised my head in love, and it was no surprise that Miss Butterfly, who was in charge of recording on the opposite side, was scribbling hard, and finally drew three marks with great emphasis.

……

After the replay, Mr. Onoju Umo and Ms. Lianzhu Ganluji hurriedly left early the next morning, while Mr. Mizutaka Tomioka chose to stay silently. On the same day, several crows took off, which should be relevant information has been passed on.

A few days later, several people whose injuries were stabilized were transferred to the butterfly house with more complete equipment, and the three teenagers began physical recovery training under the guidance of Mr. Purgatory.

...Mr. Tomioka, who was silent, seems to have been forgotten.

I looked at Miss Butterfly, who was smiling kindly, and Mr. Tomioka, who seemed to have something to do, and shut my mouth gently.

In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, but also to exercise myself, when I went to the Butterfly House together, I recovered the vital signs of the mimicry, and formally made a request to Mr. Purgatory to observe and study.

And solemnly apologize for the previous unwarranted learning.

Naturally, it was allowed and forgiven.

Facing those eyes that seemed to never let up, always burning with flames, I realized once again:

What a wonderful thing to be able to keep this person alive.

"Eh—?" Tanjiro, who was in good condition and clearly full of spirit, was puzzled, "Why doesn't Huahua want to learn the breath of water with Nissan and me?"

Yes, why?

It seems that he subconsciously chose fire...?

So my markings are also flames.

But the knife style that is actually used is different from the breath of flame.

Think about it, the first time I learned to breathe, the sword that hit Jiu Lama happened to be at the time when the sun was rising; the second time I hit... I was hit by Mr. I picked up the sword, skipped and skipped it; and the most recent time, when I played the first string, it was obviously not a sun wheel knife for killing ghosts, but it was able to kill ghosts completely. The blade that turned red in my memory at that time, And on the eve of the dark dawn, the arc of the knife is like the rising sun in the east——

... the sun, the breath of the sun?

I can't believe it.

Looking at Tanjiro, who also has flame marks, I heard something that Mr. Purgatory sitting on the sidelines seemed to be telling me:

"The breath of water and the breath of fire have been produced by pillars throughout the ages."

... That saber at the beginning was indeed swung from the sea level.

I came back to my senses, and blinked my sincere starry eyes at the boy who was expecting my reply: "Tanjiro, can you show me my water breathing?"

"Okay!" Tanjiro rubbed my head, "What about Kagura, the god of fire? Want to see it?"

It's an angel, this man.

I said very loudly, imitating the vigorous attitude of Mr. Purgatory not far away, full of expectations for new things: "Think!"

……

A sword and a naginata are completely different types of swords.

So even if I have watched Breath of Water and Kagura, the God of Fire, I already have a sense of the picture in my heart, but I still have a long way to go if I want to digest these into something that belongs to me.

"It's okay, my lord," Yan Rong's high-spirited voice came from his mind. In this new field, I'm not the only one who is excited, "Let's work hard together! '

This time the physical recovery training lasted extraordinarily long.

It's been so long that I didn't know that the pillars have come and gone several times. It's been so long that Mr. Purgatory's injuries have recovered, and he is already formally training the three newly recruited stepsons.

It seems that it is not far from moving out of Butterfly House and going to Mr. Purgatory's house to continue training.

This morning, as usual, I watched and studied the training of the three teenagers.

After the warm-up, Tanjiro, who was given a short break, looked at me who had been frowning from the beginning: "What's the matter, Hana, with such a serious expression?"

"I feel something is wrong."

Yes, I feel wrong again.

Another voice was heard.

At first I almost thought that I was about to bid farewell to the world, but just now Yan Rong said that he had heard it too.

And hear it better than I can.

' Like a weeping female voice begging for something. 'Yan Rong expressed it like this. ' is the language of this side, very light and intermittent. '

This is very strange.

Tanjiro also showed a puzzled expression when he heard this, hesitantly said: "Could it be..."

"No, it's not the same." I shook my head at him. "The people on that side I've met so far, the voice is directly transmitted to the ear. But this..."

I hesitated: "It was transmitted directly to my brain."

Butterfly House's training ground is very large and spacious, and the echo effect is very good. The young man paralyzed on the ground behind and Yan Zhu who is standing upright both heard our conversation.

Shanyi-kun, who was so tired and faded, applied to join the topic: "It sounds like a prayer to the gods."

"God?" I vaguely grasped something.

"Yes, yes," probably because he was too tired to lift his head, he silently put his head against the wooden board, and murmured to himself, "Look, crying, intermittently, praying, isn't it just asking the gods to save me? The same... I also want a god to save me..."

... God!

I stood up abruptly, opened the distance, threw Yan Rong out from behind with one hand, and shouted: "Yan Rong——"

'--learn! '

The life activities belonging to human beings faded from my body, and the vines and branches containing vitality and chakra quickly circled up. The green totem wrapped around the whole body, only a small half of the forehead and eyes were exposed.

This is what I looked like when I was enshrined by a group of people in the forest as a spirit in the mountains.

Keeping the breath from life, the vigorous vitality overflows from my whole body, slowly rises to mid-air, stagnates, turns back, takes me as the whole body, and goes back and forth, forming a stable aura.

I closed my eyes and sank into the sea of ​​consciousness. In the contract connected with Yan Rong, there was a ball of light.

That is the power of faith that has been placed by me.

Carefully approach it, touch...

The intermittent voice suddenly became clear: "Save...please...save..."

A special belief kept her awake, and the fear and despair of being the only one left awake made this belief even heavier.

Following this trace of traction, I lowered my gaze with an ominous premonition, and cast——

A large piece of lotus blooming in the mud and blood swayed with the wind, and the fanatical and pious women on both sides lowered their heads respectfully. Tears rolled down gently.

"Merge into one with me, eternal bliss!"