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

"Everyone krypton, everyone krypton!"

"boom!"

"Boxer Boxer!"

"clang!"

"Hahahahaha-"

"Bang-"

The pig boy who had just passed the evasion training of Snake Pillar moved to his little friend with concern, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on over there?"

Tanjiro wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "That's what you saw, Huahua and Mr. Bushikawa are discussing each other."

"Hiss—" a breath of cold air was inhaled from Zhuzhu's big nostrils, "You call that a competition?"

"...Since the lord came back, she has been like that." Tanjirou's eyes drifted, "full of energy and high momentum."

"What is the trial of the wind pillar?" The pig boy scratched his head irritably, "Watch and learn from the two of them?"

"No," Tanjiro said desperately, "it was a fight with Mr. Fushikawa."

"—Undead River in that state?!"

The two teenagers looked at the two people over there who didn't seem to know the pain, and the two people who were hitting more and more upwards trembled in unison.

Of course, this day's training was not open. This endless battle ended with both of them being dragged to the infirmary by the black-smelling Butterfly Ninja.

I obediently sat in front of Miss Shinobi, blinking my eyes and listening to the training.

"...You," Miss Shinobu, whose temper has become more and more obvious recently, took a deep breath, "You must have been too excited these days."

"Hey!" I flashed my eyes and showed a big smile.

On full display I can be even more excited.

Miss Ninja closed her eyes as if caught in a flash, turned her head away, and kept talking: "Then you have to catch Mr. Undead Chuan alone?"

She meant something, and she just pointed openly at Mr. Purgatory, who was staring at this side with piercing eyes, and Mr. Yu Mao, who was watching the excitement from the sidelines.

I glanced at my lips: "I don't want to beat him down, he has to rush over and destroy his brother."

It's talking about the undead Kawhi Kawa Genya with Mohawk hair and a bad face, but in fact he's a bit shy and even innocent.

The man treats the same sex hard, and treats the opposite sex submissively.

When he held a knife in his right hand and a gun in his left, and walked all the way with unrecognizable steps, people couldn't help but be shocked: there is such a trendy person in the Ghost Slayer Squad!

Then he was almost beaten by Mr. Fengzhu who heard the news, that is, his brother Immortal Kawasami.

Thanks to Tanjiro and I rushing fast and blocking each other, there was no tragedy.

Look at the tacit understanding between the two of us, this is the model of what a qualified Oni sauce should do.

The undead Mr. Minami Kawa, who was almost crippled by me, was wrapped in an exaggerated bandage, and gave a loud and disdainful "chuck".

"I don't have a younger brother." The man was still stiff-mouthed.

"..." I felt my fist ready to move again, "Do you believe what you say?"

This circle is full of your own people, why are you covering it up.

Miss Shinobi showed a meaningful smile cooperatively.

Mr. Undead Chuan turned around and pulled the quilt neatly.

I cleared my throat: "My stupid Odoudou——"

A pillow flew over violently, I was naturally prepared, and one fell back——

"Hey~ I can't hit it~" I straightened up and turned around happily, and quickly slipped away before Mr. Fengzhu got up.

After slipping out the door, I saw Tanjiro and Inosuke two teenagers sitting around comforting the slumped little Moxik within a few steps.

But it doesn't look very smooth.

Alright, the Mohigan boy got violently violent by the pig boy's "boxer pants", he deserves to be the brother of Undead Sichuan!

The pig boy also puffed and began to roll up his sleeves——

Both of them were knocked down by Tanjiro with a headbutt.

The two sat down obediently after being violently punished. I took the opportunity to sneak in among them and sat in a row listening to brother Bushichuan tell his story.

"...Later, at dawn, we saw clearly the appearance of the man-eating 'wolf'." The boy with his head down opened and closed his mouth, and even those who didn't know how to speak lips could see that it was the word "mother".

"I told him the most regrettable thing in my life."

"--murderer."

"When I killed my favorite mother with my own hands, my whole body was on the verge of collapse..."

"In the blink of an eye, the younger brother whom he desperately protected was swearing at each other, what was his mood at that time?"

The boy with his head down couldn't see his expression clearly.

"So, even if I can't learn how to breathe, and I can't use the full concentration of breathing, I don't hesitate to eat ghosts and I have to fight constantly to come here."

"I just want to apologize for the excessive words at that time."

The other two teenagers comforted each other with each sentence.

"Is that so..."

"You don't have a mother anymore..."

"It's okay, you still have a brother."

I successfully interjected, and the effect was excellent to win the three teenagers to shut up and stare back.

Facing the three direct gazes, I greeted with a guilty conscience for no reason: "Good day, good day?"

"Good day!" Tanjiro, who is always cheering, immediately responded with a smile, "Hana."

I decided to ignore the address he started to change at some point, and continued to say to the stiff, nervous expression who seemed to be cold for a moment, but was actually nervous and blank: "Brother Bushichuan is to Mr. Bushichuan, what Midouzi is to charcoal Jiro exists, right?"

Looking at the undead Kawa Minya who was still lifeless, I grabbed the corner of my clothes in trouble.

Considering Mr. Bushichuan's awkward character of admitting death, the younger brother may not listen to persuasion.

So I swallowed back the persuasion that was in my mouth, and turned the subject wittily: "Do you want to take the opportunity to go in?"

Bai Shengsheng's hand pointed straight to one direction, which was Mr. Bushichuan's ward.

According to Miss Shinobi's eyes when I left, I was probably preparing to give Mr. Undead Chuan some medicine that can speed up the recovery of the injury but has some side effects.

I remember the side effects of this new batch of drugs...was it muscle weakness, or drowsiness?

"No matter what, you have to send an apology?" I tilted my head, watching the Mohegan boy stand up and walk towards the direction I pointed.

"Do you think it's useful?" Retanjiro, who was with me, asked.

"It doesn't look right." I replied very firmly.

Before the words fell, there was a quarrel between the irritable brother and the irritable brother in the room. I shrugged at him with a "look" expression.

"Tanjiro can smell it too, right?" I stretched and stood up, hammering the muscles that I had overworked today, "Mr. Fushikawa didn't actually hate or hate his younger brother, or even—"

"I still care about it," Tanjiro nodded, "I still like my younger brother Genya very much."

"Concerned about wanting to abolish him?" Inosuke, who was rubbing his forehead to regain his composure, showed a confused and frantic expression: "I don't really understand their brotherhood."

"Instead of letting him continue on this road and end up with no bones left, it's better to destroy him first." I was not surprised to see the Mohican boy back out faster than he entered the door, "At least he can live until End of life."

How to say, I have partnered with Mr. Bushichuan and fought several times. I can still control his character.

I perfectly imitated the tone of the irritable Fengzhu: "That brat, you should get married and start a business honestly, and die when your children and grandchildren are full and your temples are gray."

I tilted my head, did not look at Immortal Chuan Xuanya who was standing still at the door, and asked for approval from another "brother" present: "'Brother' thinks the same way, right?"

"Yeah!" Tanjiro smiled with his eldest brother, obviously remembering that meeting, he stroked the wooden box behind him sadly but also full of expectation: "Since mother and younger brothers and sisters left this place early In the world, Mi Douzi and I should work harder to take care of ourselves."

"—and my elder brother will never let danger approach you half a step."

So I was not surprised to hear the sound of the sliding door being opened again, and the Mohican boy standing in a daze at the door rushed in again.

"What are you doing here again—" Mr. Undead Chuan's violent roar stopped abruptly.

I showed a smile that hides merit and fame.

Tanjiro, who was especially cooperative with me, looked at me with a headache: "Huahua, it's not my illusion, why do I think you've been lately..."

"—a lot of skin." A voice came from my arms.

My eyes lit up, I quickly took out the phone shuriken, and said cheerfully, "Mr. Tomama!"

"It took a while to stabilize the channel. It just so happens that I have a lot of things to send over here. When the time comes, you can find someone to compare with the instructions." The background sound is very quiet, and only Mr. Toikama is calm like an academic report The general tone echoed.

I responded with an unusually proficient "hmmm" with the attitude of Mr. Hashirama who was perfect at first glance, and at the same time a bold idea came up.

"Is it possible to pass others?" I whispered, "Mr. Feijian, are you alone now?"

"..." The voice over there paused suspiciously, "put away your unrealistic thoughts, Qianshouhuahua."

"That's the wavelength. I think it's the most cost-effective to send you the combat preparation materials and research materials you need now." There was a sound of knuckles tapping on the table.

"Huahua has grown up," I shouted dissatisfied, "Please don't treat me like a child anymore!"

"Heh." This voice was full of sarcasm.

Looking left and right, I found that Tanjirou had already pulled Inosuke away, being able to read the air very well. I just sat down on the ground, grabbed the scattered flowers and plants on the ground, earnestly and persuasively:

"The world we live in is different, and time cannot be compared, but one thing is certain—"

Not really making it up, because this is something I've been thinking about since I got that package.

Who is not in the time of reform?

"It is now 1915, and this place is right after the Meiji Restoration. Foreign and new things impact the old era, and the old and new cultures are alternately blended at this time. It is the time for the rapid development of new technologies and the formation of new policies."

"Overseas are also ushering in earth-shaking changes."

"This is an era of reform."

The sound of knuckles tapping on the tabletop over there stopped.

"I don't know which kind of reform the current Konoha is suitable for, but it's always good to see more."

"So, Mr. Tomama," I carefully gathered the flowers that were broken off by the knife on the ground and weaved them into a nondescript flower arrangement. I breathed out and sincerely sent out the invitation:

"...Do you want to come and see?"

There was a long silence, and just when I was about to give up, a shadow was cast over my head.

A clearer voice came from above: "—Okay."

I raised my head in amazement, and subconsciously raised the flower arrangement in my hand towards this ninja with strong mobility, and smiled with a big and no haze:

"Welcome to another world, Mr. Tomama."