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

Sincerely,

Flower, how are you doing these days?

During this period of time, I recovered from the injury caused by Huajie earlier, and I intend to take this opportunity to inform you of the current situation here.

With the help of Ms. Zhushi, Mi Douzi and I have completed the final test and are waiting for the last time to take the medicine.Mi Douzi has overcome the sunshine, and now he can call people, for example, short sentences such as "brother", "good morning", "Huahua", "sister", "Inosuke", but it seems that he still can't call "Zenyi"—— Don't tell him this yet.

Recently, the news of ghosts from all over the world has dropped sharply. According to Mr. Purgatory, they are avoiding us.

The current situation is the best for the Ghost Killing Team since its establishment, and everyone plans to take advantage of this opportunity to wipe out Wu Mi in one go.

When I wrote this letter, Ms. Shinobi and Ms. Zhushi had already prepared the potion against ghosts, and started to tackle the problem of solving the side effects of markings. Outside, the Ghost Killing Team is calling all the team members for special training.

I was asked by more than one column about "stripes", and Ms. Ganluji and Mr. Tomioka who also had stripes did not escape.

By the way, Mr. Tomioka said, have you met one of the top strings?

Looking forward to your return to tell us about it.

Inosuke came back from the mountains some time ago. He said that he took the person who had been watching him to the place where he grew up, and let that person leave with peace of mind.

——Is it Inosuke's mother?

Flowers always have such a magical ability, after you came, everything started to get better, I, we are very grateful to you.

Miss Shinobi always mentions you recently.

Miss Ganroji and Mr. Iguro are together.

Mr. Purgatory is still so energetic, but he has to sigh loudly during morning exercises: "Hum, it would be better to practice with a naginata at this time."

At this time, Mr. Undead Chuan will grit his teeth and say when the exchange you owe him will be fulfilled.

It is said that Mr. Umo joined, unwilling to be lonely.

Take care.

Recently, I always have a dream about a warrior from the Warring States Period. He has the same flame pattern on my forehead and uses a red sun wheel knife.

His name is "Yuanyi".

I think this should be the founder of Sun Breath.

In the dream, he can combine the first type and the last type, and continuously release from the first type to the twelve type one after another, forming a cycle, which continues continuously. He is the No. Type 13.

I'm trying to turn this from a dream into a reality, you should be interested too?

Oh, by the way, the Ghost Killing Squad received a package for you and sent it to the lord, remember to pick it up when you come back.

Looking forward to meeting you again.

Please take care of themselves.

Sincerely, Kamado Tanjiro

Shan Yi, who stood upside down after reading the letter, tremblingly handed me back the letter paper in his hand, sobbed loudly in aggrieved voice, and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes," I looked at the blond boy who had started to tremble from the bottom up, and said sympathetically, "Should you still stay in Taoshan for special training?"

"...Let's go, don't send it off!"

I am relieved to see that he is still so energetic.

The shuriken in my arms started to heat up again, I patted it out of nowhere, and continued to do my own thing.

Recently, this thing has a strong sense of existence, and it gets hot from time to time. I reasonably suspect that something big is going on there.

As a result, I have been tightening my skin for the past few days.

……

When I was about to say goodbye, Mr. Sang Dao spoke first: "Leave?"

"Yes." Unlike Shanyi, I fully appreciate the sensitivity of this person and I don't have much hope for hiding him. Considering the Bushido insistence of these older generations, I am really worried." you……"

"Look at Shanyi's appearance," I followed his gaze to the blond boy who was crying and wiping away his tears, wishing he could take a few more rests, and a helpless voice came from my ear: "Just don't worry about it."

However, Mr. Kuwashima, who had already turned his gaze back, did not see the blond boy wiping away his tears and winked at me slyly.

I am willing to bow down to the superb acting skills.

Very good, it's nothing to do with me seeing the grandpa and grandson playing tricks on each other.

I clasped my fists silently in return, expressing my admiration.

Mr. Kuwashima, who turned around, hesitated for a moment, but stopped me.

"The last time I mentioned your fighting style, I actually didn't finish what I said." His eyes fell on the knife I was carrying, "The fighting style is your own. Once you have scruples, your knife will quickly It will be blunt."

What he said was good, and the last few battles were indeed not very smooth.

"But……?"

But isn't this a violation of my promise and the expectations placed on me?

"The people who stop you are because they care about you and worry about you, but you can't slow down your knife and your fist because of this."

"Who isn't wandering at the juncture of life and death?" Facing my perplexed and curious eyes, he sighed, broke the truth into pieces, and told me bit by bit: "I want to remind you of your human nature. I don’t want you to be timid on the battlefield, do you?”

I thought about it.

The breeder smiled and patted me on the shoulder.

"Just let go and do it, there is such a person who is willing to remind you, even if something happens, he will definitely take care of you."

"As long as young people remember to value themselves, it's okay to be crazy."

"That's over the line," was the end of the trainer who gave me the kind of guidance I never had.

"—It's thanks to you."

He waved at me, didn't say thank you for anything, and walked in the door on his own.

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Considering that the invitation letter sent by Mr. Ubuyashiki is completely written in Chinese characters for taking care of me, plus the package mentioned in Tanjiro’s letter, I have expectations that I can’t explain myself, and I plan to go to the appointment. In the first place.

Get the VIP treatment that you never thought of.

I didn't blindfolded, and I didn't wear it on my back. I just carried a knife like this. Under Yin's guidance, I bypassed complex Japanese-style buildings, and then passed through layers of wisteria forests to reach the goal this time. land.

It was a coincidence that the skittle meeting had just ended, and the acquaintances here were almost complete.

Now is not the time to talk, I nodded to them one by one, and got a friendly response.

— Long time no see, everyone.

Going forward, the guides around me retreated silently, so I bid farewell to the pillars going out, and went in without encountering any obstacles.

"Good day," the middle door opened wide, and the man sitting on one side greeted me, "Flower."

Even before I met him, his voice made a good impression on me.

Of all the people I've met before, no one has such a gentle, reassuring forest-like sound like the wind blowing through the leaves.

This is a good leader.

"Good day, Mr. Ubuyashiki." Not understanding social etiquette, I bowed politely in return.

"I've heard a lot of people mention you before," the black-haired and purple-eyed leader smiled, and the ferocious curse that spread from his forehead to his eyes couldn't weaken his demeanor at all. "I saw you today, as expected..."

"Yes?" My curiosity was aroused immediately.

"A child made up of great adventure, fearlessness, exuberant vitality, and love." The man's calm tone is very convincing, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hua."

"..." I felt a little uncomfortable being praised, and changed the subject dryly, "You—what can I do for you?"

Probably because I have moved too much in the past six months. The Patriarch, who was supposed to be terminally ill and unable to move in bed, is in much better physical condition than before. He can even sit upright and tell me about Ghost Slayer Squad and The long-cherished wish of Onimai Tsuji, about the sudden changes in the situation in the past six months, and about all they have paid to seize this only hope.

"In the past half a year, none of the nine pillars have been broken, and the second to the upper string has been completely destroyed." At this point, he still couldn't help being excited, "—there is only one left in the upper string."

"Yes, victory is just around the corner!" I seamlessly continued with high spirits, and then asked tentatively, "So you don't think about using yourself as a bait to lure the enemy into deep and die together, right?"

"……"silence.

Did you really think about it?

"What are you thinking--" I suddenly lost my breath, took a deep breath, and opened the mic passionately without holding back.

"Dawn has come, exhausting the strength of all the swordsmen of the Ghost Killing Squad, nine pillars, nine knives, still can't tear apart this darkness!"

"A sky without Oni Wu Tsuji, that fresh air, a night where you don't have to worry anymore..." I hammered the table down hard, like a hammer.

"Don't you want to see it?"

"Hahaha...cough." In the end, the Patriarch who was yelled at by me smiled heartily, "At first I thought about this possibility, but—"

The young Patriarch, who was about to become terminally ill, followed my words: "I also want to see the sky without Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi."

I rubbed my cracked wrist calmly, and nodded seriously, "Yeah."

"So—" the voice couldn't help but laugh.

I looked up vigilantly, and looked at the head of the Miyayashiki family who also had a serious face: "?"

"I can talk about other things later, do you want to come and see the package sent to you first?"

Oh yes!

I finally remembered why I came here.

There was the sound of a sliding door being pushed open.

I looked back and met a pair of lighter and softer purple eyes.

White hair, purple pupils, and bean eyebrows on her forehead make her even more gentle and majestic.

——It's Mrs. Tianyin.

She nodded slightly at me, took a package into the house, walked to Mr. Miyashiki, carefully lifted him up and leaned against him.

"A few days ago, a package from a country on the other side of the sea was sent to Waseda University, inquiring about the organization of 'Demon Slayer', and after several twists and turns, it finally found me here."

"...Across the sea, the country?" I had an incredible guess in my heart.

"The sender named and said it was for a girl who walked on rough seas and cut off the dawn with a single knife." The voice belonging to the owner of Yuyashiki said gently, and the curse was already blind eyes looked in my direction.

"I thought, this should be for you."

The package was brought out by Mrs. Tianyin.

Handed over to my hand.

The breath from my homeland surrounded me kindly.

With mixed flavors, all kinds of emotions rushed into my heart, and before I even had time to apologize, my attention was already taken away.

The two thoughtfully did not speak again.

And I only have this package from my hometown in my eyes.

Open layer by layer, there are two things inside.

A magazine smelling of fresh ink, the cover reads, "Journal of Youth," "Volume One, Number One."

A folded, bright red cloth.

I wiped away the sudden burst of tears, seriously and solemnly, and wiped my hands clean.

Carefully unfold them.

In the autumn of 1915, in September, it was a full two years earlier than the original process.

Once again I saw the crossed sickle and hammer pattern.

"Dawns Here Are Quiet."

"One day, the hammer will break open the closed iron house, and the sickle will cut through the dark dawn."

"With you, encourage each other."