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

"As expected of you, Tobuma." Senshou Hashirama squatted at the door of his brother's laboratory, facing the person who finally appeared from the passage, quietly, "I didn't even notice it."

Qianshou Feijian looked at his own laboratory that had been flooded with mushrooms, and fell into a long silence.

"...It's not what you think." After a while, he recovered his voice, "I can explain."

……

Ghost Killing Squad ushered in a long post-war work.

The last column meeting started in my deep sleep and ended in my deep sleep. By the time I woke up from a deep sleep, winter had passed and spring had come.

Even without my participation, a drug against the dappled side effects was successfully developed thanks to a scroll left by another absent commander.

According to Shinobu, the bottle of high-concentration and purified Mudun cell activity solution sent by the sample before was diluted to non-erosive and used to supplement the cell activity that was quickly consumed by the pattern. In the later stage, just be careful not to Encountering an enemy like Wu Mi again, the problem is easily solved.

The kind that refers to the physique of ordinary people is useless to me.

But maybe I don't need it anymore.

The benefits of two consecutive world-class natural energy initiations in a short period of time are simply incalculable.

My old wounds left only a shallow scar after I was sent away, and my bone age was fixed at the age of 20 when my physical strength climbed to the peak, and my whole body's strength has increased significantly.

I also finally sensed the sign of returning.

When the familiar strangeness came, I even had a feeling as if I had passed away.

Probably, that is these few days.

It was also at this time that I once again received an invitation post from the owner of the Ghost Slayer Squad.

On the way there, I met many companions whom I had not seen for a long time.

"You slept for a long time, Hua." The first person to say hello was Yu Mao Tianyuan, who had the best view among the group of people. He waved to me who was walking, and gave a thumbs up in appreciation, "You were originally It looks so gorgeous!"

"Have you been released by Ms. Ninja?" The young man's heart filled with concern, "If you hadn't brought that communication device and said it was normal, we would have sent you to the hospital."

Soon, I was surrounded by this group of people.

"It's really time to wake up, just in time for the first batch of cherry blossoms to bloom."

"It's still too early. In a few weeks, the cherry blossoms on this continent will bloom from south to north." She held my cherry-haired girl's face in anticipation. It's cherry blossom season!"

"Look at your direction," Yi Hei, who was standing beside me, glanced at the invitation card in my hand and tore off the girl stuck to me. "Are you going to see your lord?"

"My lord?" These pillars with different personalities had unanimous and relaxed smiles on their faces, "Then we won't bother you, go quickly."

I watched them talking and laughing as they approached, then walked away, and stood there in a daze for a while.

"Going away?" A voice came from beside me.

I turned my head in surprise, and saw Yan Zhu who was also staying in place. "Mr. Purgatory?"

It seemed that the group therapy in that battle also repaired his self-shattered eardrum. At this moment, his tone was no longer louder than ordinary people, and even a little soft.

"The magazines and banners you put on my side have not been taken away."

"Let's put it with you first." So far, I haven't tried to confirm whether the objects in the other world can be transferred with me. Instead of falling into an unknown place, maybe it would be better to put it in a place that can be properly preserved. "Can you please keep it for me?"

The spring breeze in early March was still a bit chilly, I shook my head and smiled: "If I come back someday, I will go find you."

Maybe I can't come back, but at least this is a promise.

The importance of this package to me is known to the person in front of me. The pair of golden-red eyes widened slightly in surprise, and then the corners of the eyes raised, and a gentle smile appeared from the brows.

"it is good!"

"Then I'm leaving first?" I waved my hand and said goodbye tentatively.

"Wait a moment," the person in front of me solemnly stopped me from moving forward, "I'm sorry, I missed the maple leaves in autumn, and the cherry blossoms in spring didn't catch up."

"You..." I was a little surprised, this is what I said when we first met him, who was still immature in strength, and him, who was at the end of his strength, when we met the hostile Yiwozuo. "Do you still remember?"

"Please don't worry about it!" I hastily stopped him from bowing and pushed him straight, "I've already seen a more splendid view—"

"No, I mean," the person I stopped stubbornly continued to follow the topic, "Actually, there are fireworks festivals not only in midsummer."

The person in front of me straightened up, I had to raise my head slightly to see his expression because of his considerable height.

The wisteria flowers at the headquarters of the Ghost Slayer Squad were particularly well bloomed, and some heavy flower clusters fell heavily, landing on the shoulders of this tall swordsman, and behind him was a more colorful purple.

Dazzling and dreamy, it is not like the world.

"The House of Purgatory has a seven-day bonfire that is open all year round." The pair of golden red eyes that are always burning flames looked at me, with the same tone as inviting me to see the ivy and wisteria flowers when we first met, but with a slight twist. The strangeness that I can't tell, once again invited me:

"If you are willing, I will take you to see it when you come back."

It seemed that my answer was not needed. After saying this, one hand was raised, and it paused in the air for a moment, then it lightly landed on my shoulder, leading me around half a circle.

"Now, go where you want to go."

The other hand gently pushed on my back.

"Goodbye."

……

With lingering doubts, I walked through the long wisteria flower path, and saw the protagonist of the Ghost Slayer Squad who was sitting alone and seemed to be waiting for a long time.

"Mr. Ubuyashiki?"

The depressive atmosphere around him was quite clear, and he even sat on the porch with the wanton young Patriarch of the Ghost Killing Squad. The face that had faded from the curse was very similar to that of Ghost Mai Tsuji, with gentleness and tolerance, and a superior person mind, no one will link them together.

"Here we come." A cup of tea was rolled out, "Sit."

Seeing that it seemed to be the beginning of something serious to talk about, I whispered thanks and took the teacup to suppress my impetuous mood.

"I have to apologize to you first, Hua." This is the second apology today, the young Patriarch looked at the courtyard and stopped me from getting up, "After the decisive battle, I sent a passenger ship to pick up the 'children from the front line' 'go home."

"Yes?"

"When passing the high seas, I asked the captain at that time to take a detour." Without being disturbed by my doubts, Mr. Ubayashiki still spoke slowly in his characteristic gentle tone. "But I found that the route to the west was blocked by an unknown barrier."

"I couldn't help you, I made up my own mind," he sighed at me, "Sorry."

My hand holding the teacup froze in the air.

To the west of the high seas, on the other side, is my homeland.

"...Please," I understood what he meant in a split second, I held back the sourness in my heart, "Please don't say that,"

"It has nothing to do with you, it has nothing to do with anyone else, it's me—"

It's a choice I made.

The moment I made it, I was ready to face the consequences.

"We will remember the help you brought to the Demon Slayer Squad." Before I finished speaking, Mr. Ubayashiki, who had switched his honorifics, interrupted me. He corrected his already upright sitting posture and said solemnly, "Please forgive me for being abrupt. -"

"At the beginning, why did you suddenly decide to help us kill ghosts?"

"?" I was taken aback by the question, "I can help if I want to..."

The thoughtless answer gradually faded away from Mr. Kamiyashiki's serious expression. I was at a loss as to what to do, and I had to dig through the depths of my memory, trying to find out what I thought when I made this decision in the first place.

"...it started out as a way to pass the time," I recalled my initial thoughts.

Because he came to this world unexpectedly, the time to wait for his roommate to wake up is too long, and the oppression from the world is getting heavier.

"While waiting a long time to get home, I wanted to find something to do and..."

I thought of the jar that was broken before dawn, the conversation, "And then I met someone."

When I really faced the group of inhuman ghosts and the lives that would be lost innocently because of it, and then thought about the power in my hands, I could no longer stand by and watch.

"At that time, I was beheading Shangxianwu. At dawn, I told him, there are some things that I want to do, I can do, and I should do it, so I did it."

"The words are a bit straightforward. If you use that person's words, it is..."

"—I was born with talent, if I dare not be, it is dereliction of duty."

"So, being able to see the days to come, no one will die for no reason, and the dark night is no longer a nightmare that devours life." I smiled and tilted my head, "What I do is worth it."

"Hahaha," the person in front of me may not have smiled so brightly before, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hua."

He tapped his palms lightly, "The ceremony is complete."

"What?" The sound of pushing the door in, I looked at the well-dressed Mrs. Tianyin, and once again incredible guesses arose in my heart. "……ceremony?"

I've been through the same scene that brought me to tears.

What about this time?

"A gift." Avoiding my bright questioning eyes, this "father" who regards everyone as a "child" just smiled silently and motioned for me to open the wooden box in front of him. "Why don't you open it and have a look?"

I took the small box from Mr. Ubuyashiki in confusion, and opened it under his affirming eyes.

"..." I froze in place in astonishment.

This is a ticket.

Surrounded by beliefs and blessings that can almost be condensed into substance, it is like a sharp sword that can tear through all barriers, a ticket.

Transnational, ferry tickets from Kansai to Wusongkou.

The Song, Songjiang, Shanghai that fought in the Husong Battle.

The closest place to that magazine.

I looked up in disbelief: "This—"

"As you can see, it is a blessing." Mrs. Tianyin answered with a smile, "Led by the priest family, it has gathered the blessings of everyone in the Ghost Killing Squad."

"Thank you for helping us, our friendship will always exist."

"You can go home."