Tomo-sama's Rescue Plan - Hell Chapter

Before finding Master Hei Si Mou, I first met Yan Yue.He was standing in an open space, holding Sooyun's thick and heavy kukri in both hands, with his jacket tied around his waist, and he was actually practicing the most basic Suzhen.

The boy's body is thin and strong. It looks like he has been exercising outdoors for many years. The muscles of his arms and back are particularly strong. However, there are several scars vertically and horizontally on his back, and there is a penetrating wound caused by someone's claws. People are thrilling.

"Xiao Yueyue, what are you doing?" I stood on the sidelines curiously, "How long have you been practicing swords, why are you still practicing this? I used to watch those samurai children practice this."

He ignored me at all, just waved the knife over and over again with a sullen face, his hand was steady and the knife was windy, and he was much more presentable than when I first saw him use this knife.

After repeating it probably hundreds of times, he stopped, exhaled, and put the knife back into its sheath.I made a pot of tea early, sat down on a tree stump, and drank it by myself.

He frowned and looked at me: "Where did you get the tea set?"

"I picked it up." I held up the cup and showed it to him, "It was left by the Ghost Killing Squad here before. Would you like to try it? It tastes pretty good!"

"Do you dare to touch the things of the Ghost Killing Squad? You are not afraid of being poisoned." He said so, but his body came over honestly, "Women are really troublesome, they are all in hell, and they still need to make tea."

"What's the matter, Mr. Wu Mi still drinks coffee. Do you know what coffee is?"

He picked up the teacup and took a sip carefully: "Is it really tea? What is coffee, I've never heard of it."

"What, aren't you a ghost in the Taisho period? I heard that coffee was brought by Westerners, and there are many shops in Asakusa." I learned and sold the things I learned from Tong Mo, "In the shop They also sell snacks."

"Who has time to go to that kind of place?" Yan Yue snorted disdainfully, "When I was a human being, I was on missions all day long, and ghosts only came out when it was dark. I often didn't even sleep, and I had to practice swords during the day. Busy as hell."

"It seems that the ghost killing team and the ghosts are very hard, even the work and rest time is about the same." I sighed, "Everyone can live a happy and stable life if you let each other go."

Yan Yue spat out a mouthful of tea.

"Ghosts want to eat people, Master Water God! Most of the ghost killing team are children who have been eaten by ghosts, and it's too late for revenge, who the hell will let them go!" He grinned wildly, "I can't see you You've lived for hundreds of years, and you're still so naive."

"I know, the owner of the knife I gave you once killed his sister who turned into a ghost with his own hands."

Yan Yue's face twitched for a moment, and he looked at Dao with complicated eyes.

"His sister's name is Hezi, so even if he died for hundreds of years, he still came to hell, and he still wears a crane-patterned feather." I said softly, "I hope he has been reincarnated now, and I can see that girl again, Say sorry to her."

"You mean that Naruto? This man is too useless, right? I've heard that there was a newcomer's younger sister in my junior brother's class who turned into a ghost, and he carried her in a box all the way. I left it. That girl doesn't eat people, I don't know how she did it."

"Is there such a strange thing?" I vaguely remembered that someone had said something similar, "Can ghosts not eat people?"

"What's the difference between a ghost that doesn't eat people and a human being? Let alone a top-level ghost, it can't even be a low-level ghost." Huang Yue said coldly, "The more ghosts eat people, the stronger they become, otherwise any low-level ghost will be killed." If I can kill you, I might as well die directly."

"I know this. I heard that it's better to eat more girls." I nodded, "But I've made a note of what you said about this female ghost who doesn't eat people. Go back and investigate."

"Are you so confident that you can get us ghosts back?" Yan Yue asked suspiciously, "I never heard that you can get out after going to hell."

"The last person who asked me this question was Xiaomei, your ex. She and her brother have already reincarnated." I held my teacup and smiled confidently, "The key is to figure out what you really want. Come on, Xiao Yue. "

"Don't bother me with such silly questions." Yan Yue impatiently grabbed the knife, "I'm very busy."

"Why do you speak so like Mr. Wu Mi?" I said in surprise, "Don't imitate him, it's not good for you."

His eyes obviously dodged for a moment, but he said stiffly, "What's none of your business?", then turned his head and left.

Sigh... If I were his master, I'm afraid I'd do seppuku too, and I'd be angry.

"You've seen it all, this kid is really stubborn, and I don't know what kind of person can teach him."

I looked into the forest, under the dim light, a tall warrior in purple feathers stood there, silently watching the back of Yan Yue.

Hearing what I said, he didn't look at me, but said slowly, "Why are you still here?"

"I haven't become a teacher yet, Master Hei Si Mou. I just know about what killing intent is, but I still haven't fully mastered your sword." I bowed slightly and saluted, "And I want to learn other swords. Can you please continue to teach me the shape of the sword?"

The Ghost Swordsman turned his head, his six eyes were emitting a creepy light.

"I...have never been able to find...the heir to Breath of the Moon. Do you...really...want to learn?"

"My lord, I can't learn the breathing method." I said honestly, "According to my understanding, the swordsmen of the Ghost Killing Squad are all human beings, and the breathing method should be used to enhance the physical strength of human beings and the speed of the sword, so that humans I was born with the power to fight against ghosts, right? But I was born as a god, so my physique is naturally different from that of humans. Even if I can’t learn how to breathe, if I only learn the shape of a sword, it shouldn’t be a big problem, right? Give it a try, it’s idle anyway. But my aptitude is blunt, and my sword skills are purely random, so just don’t get so angry that you beat me up, hehe.”

My skin is getting thicker...

Those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black, this is the truth.

Master Heishi Mou stared at me noncommittally for a moment, and finally nodded slightly.

"If you want to try... then try it."

Dark Moon · Night Palace is actually Juhe Zhan.I learned from Mr. Hei Si Mou's slow narration that this sword technique was originally created by warriors during the Warring States period, because when entering a room to meet the lord or meet other warriors, it is necessary to keep kneeling on one knee according to etiquette. The knife should be untied and kept by your side, but this time is also the moment when people are most likely to be attacked by surprise, so there is this kind of move that pays attention to drawing the knife at an extremely fast speed and killing with one blow.The key to this is that no matter which part of the body it is, whether it is the mind, or the legs and hands, you must not relax for a moment, and you must raise your spirits and prepare to draw your sword to meet the enemy.Over time, it has become a move that can quickly pull out a short knife or other weapons to fight to the death even if the Taidao is broken on the battlefield.

Rather than saying it is a move, it is better to say that it is a kind of consciousness to be vigilant at all times in a crisis-ridden environment.One of the first strings told these stories with an almost dull calmness, but I seemed to see the shadow left on him by those turbulent and bloody years, which was as dark as a human heart and as fierce as a ghost.

It is not surprising that no one can learn the breath of the moon, after all, not everyone has the experience of needing to fight with others at any time.

But I have, 200 years in hell, that's what I've lived.

The first thing to practice is the speed of drawing the knife, followed by the strength and precision of swinging the knife.

Take ten times as a group, as long as he blocks me when I draw the knife, I will add another ten times.

I began to be glad that I was not a human being, because after a few tries, I realized that the so-called "blocking" by Mr. Hei Si Mou meant to cut off your hand.When I watched my hand fly out with the knife and regenerate again and again, I couldn't help but wonder how many of the master's apprentices could stand being cut off by him endlessly every day.

It seems that learning sword skills not only requires a thick skin, but also a life.

So in order to divert his attention, I started chatting here and there.

"Master Hei Si Mou, have you ever led soldiers to fight before? Your movement of swinging the knife is really fierce... When I was born, I hadn't seen many daimyos fighting. In a carriage or boat, follow the Arakawa to Edo Castle to meet the General..."

It didn't work, the hand still flew away.

I picked up the knife and stretched out my hand, reluctant to give up: "I have also seen girls from Daoli come to enjoy the cherry blossoms by the river. Their clothes are really beautiful, and they are all fabrics and colors that I have never seen before... "

With a swipe, it wasn't just his hands that flew out this time, his blade was less than a finger away from my neck.

"Swordsmen...don't be distracted the most." Ghost Swordsman said in a deep voice, "If you say more, your head...will be separated from your body..."

"……Yes!"

After being cut off hundreds of times, I finally felt that something was wrong.Master Heishimu is so much taller than me, and he is also a veteran of sword use. My speed of drawing the sword must not be able to keep up with him, let alone the trajectory of the sword must have been seen through by him.

Had to think of something else.

So the next time, before feeling the biting wind of Xukuishenqu's sword, I lowered my body suddenly, then took a quick step forward and drew the sword at the same time.

This time it worked.However, Master Heishimu moved faster, retreating slightly to avoid my horizontal cut.

But that was just a feint. The trajectory of the knife after it was unsheathed was destined to be horizontal, and then it should be standing up and slashing vertically, but I lowered my body and rushed forward again.

Zheng——

Master Heishimu held my knife sideways, and for some reason, it felt like he sighed slightly.

"Kendo...don't mess around." He said in a cold voice, "nor...opportunistic."

"I don't think so, my lord, there is nothing static in the world. When I was in the Karmic Fire Realm, I used this trick to split the body of Shen Lingshou. I think it's quite easy to use..." I argued, "In On the battlefield, it doesn't matter what he does or doesn't, the most important thing is being able to kill the opponent, isn't it?"

"This kind of trick...you can only use it once...the second time...you will be seen through by the enemy." He said lightly.

"So it's a one-hit kill. It's no different from Iai Slash, it's just that the blade is facing differently."

It feels like Master Hei Si Mou doesn't want to talk to me anymore.

Wait a minute, I seem to want to imitate his Dark Moon Night Palace.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." I lowered my head and whispered, "I always like to do things according to my own ideas, don't mind me."

On a whim, I forgot that he values ​​rules and etiquette the most. I'm sure I'll be hated if I act recklessly.

Alas, what a shame.

"You... are really not... qualified to practice swordsmanship."

Master Hei Si Mou came to the conclusion straightforwardly.

Ah... This is the end... Is this the end of my apprenticeship journey?

If you go back like this, you will probably die laughing at that ghost.I can almost imagine Tong Mo covering his face with a fan, smiling like a white fur fox.

"However... the tactics are flexible and changeable... it's also very good."

Suddenly hearing what he said, I raised my head in shock, and found that the ghost swordsman was not looking at me, but was staring in an unknown direction.

"I... was defeated by such a junior..."

Inexplicably feeling a hint of disappointment in that tone, I couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable.

Shangxian Yiyi is the complete opposite of Tong Mo. Apart from his aura of calmness and prestige, he is a man who makes people feel steady and down-to-earth as long as he is with him. It seems that as long as this adult is around, no matter what you do Everyone can count on him, and as long as he stands there, it is equivalent to erecting a city.

But this city is an isolated city, standing in the cold night, standing forever in time, a certain unknown corner has already been covered with cracks.

"Don't think that way. I remember you told Mr. Wu Mi about this matter last time. There were four people in total, right? It's not fair for four people to beat one of you!" I said a little angrily, "Yes They don't follow the rules, and they don't blame you if they lose. Besides, who hasn't lost in battle?"

"To lose is to die."

Master Heishi Mou put away the knife, it seemed that he didn't intend to teach me this idiot for the time being, so I simply sat on the half stump and turned the newborn's wrist a little.

"Not only will you die...but you won't be able to leave...anything. The loser...can only be reduced to...a joke in his mouth."

"Win or lose, I can't control other people's mouths. If it were me, knowing that I have done my best, I would have no regrets."

I found the teapot, poured out the cold tea, and added new water.

"So what if you win? Even if you are as strong as Ieyasu, the descendants will still be inferior to each other, not to mention those daimyos who can't even hold a sword. I heard that the ancestor of the Yagyu family produced a sword like Jubei. Howe, it can't stop Lord Liu Sheng from degenerating into an arrogant and cruel person. The people and things in the world cannot last long, but you just need to be worthy of your heart."

Seeing him still sitting under a dead tree, I shamelessly approached him with the teapot and teacup in my arms.

"I'm sorry that you take the trouble to teach me such an idiot, and I invite you to drink tea."

Master Hei Si Mou took a sip from his teacup in a very classical and elegant manner, and then asked:

"The gods... really care about the affairs of the world?"

"Of course, but they don't want to get involved in cause and effect, so they never intervene. They just choose specific people to endow them with certain talents and act as pawns." I replied.

"What does that mean?"

"For example, according to my speculation, the Ubuyashiki family is just such a chess piece. The gods hate ghosts, creatures beyond common sense, and they don't want to do it themselves, so they force the Ubuyashiki family to clean up the house in the form of a curse, because Mr. Mitsuru Originally from this family, the blood connection has created an inseparable karma between them. The Ubayashiki family has really passed on this mission for thousands of years. Of course, the gods are also very generous, giving them what they need to kill ghosts The money, status, brains, and appeal of these people allow them to gather organizations like the Demon Slayer Squad. But all these talents are not given in vain. The meaning of Ubuyashiki’s existence is to kill ghosts. Except for the obsession of killing ghosts, other There is nothing left. Humans think that what they inherit is their own unyielding will and great faith, but in fact it is just resentment and karma that the gods do not want to touch."

The always prudent Mr. Heishi Mou was in a rare trance.

"Is it... so? But even if it is so, a person with talent... is... unattainable after all."

"No matter what kind of talent, you must pay a corresponding price to get it." I sipped my tea and said slowly, "Just like Zao Yun's swordsmen with stripes who can't live to be 25 years old, human strength is not enough. In order to compete with powerful ghosts and want to gain stronger power, the gods will naturally deprive you of other things, such as life span. This is for the balance of cause and effect, but human beings often only care about the immediate things and don’t think so much .”

"What if someone...could live past the age of 25?" Master Hei Si Mou said solemnly, "Not only has...unattainable talent, but also...longevity, and even sword skills...can be passed down..."

"It sounds like it is favored by the gods." I smiled, "But there must be other unknown costs. Let's take my memory as a human being, because the eyes are special, and I can see things that ordinary people can't see. What I got is a kind of talent, but the price is that I was regarded as an ominous person by the Yagyu family since I was a child, and I was disgusted by my parents, and I was sent to the shrine as a sacrifice early... Such a life, I really don’t know whether it is lucky or unlucky .”

"How...feeling?"

"Eh?" I suddenly found that Master Heishi Mou was staring at me intently. Even though I was used to his staring, the sense of oppression caused by the six eyes still felt spontaneous.

"What are you... referring to?"

"Possessing talent...seeing...things that ordinary people can't see."

"Well... I don't feel much benefit. Who would like to see a bunch of weird things every day? It's very lonely in a world different from ordinary people." I smiled wryly, "If you ask me how I feel, I'd rather not have that This kind of talent. Girls in Edo have a low status, and their mothers are just concubines. They are called little monsters and evil spirits all day long... Even when they go to the street to buy snacks, they can be beaten to death by the legitimate son , it stands to reason that he should be called brother, but that kind of brother...probably just wants to kill me."

"The feeling of being helpless is very bad, Mr. Hei Si Mou." I put down the teacup and couldn't help but fell into the memory, "I remember that feeling very clearly, so when the child suddenly appeared in front of me, stopped me The person who hit me stretched out his hand to me and asked me if I was okay... It really made people think it was a god descending, because no one had ever treated me so tenderly."

"He told me that everything was not my fault, I was a brave girl. For me at that time, just these two simple words made me feel that my life is not meaningless, I... You are entitled to live in this cruel world, and you must live."

"Really, why should I tell you these nonsense things." I came back to my senses and said with an embarrassed smile, "It's all old things. It's probably because Mr. Hei Si Mou is always reassuring I feel like I can't help but say so many words..."

"It doesn't matter." Master Hei Si Mou said flatly, "I have... only pursued swordsmanship all my life, and I have never... heard people say... such a thing."

"Then may I ask, who is this gifted and favored person by the gods in your mouth?" I asked a little curiously, "Is it your friend?"

He paused slightly with the hand that picked up the teacup.

"It's... my younger brother, who is a twin with me, but has... talents beyond common sense."

"Master Hei Si Mou's sword skills are so perfect, why do you always praise other people's talents? You are also an unparalleled swordsman!" I said puzzledly, "If you always remember other people's talents and your own failures? , isn't it too painful?"

"The meaning of life...and...the sorrow of death...it is painful to be obsessed with it. Now that I think about it...I am... just a mortal after all."

Master Hei Si Mou put down his teacup.

"Go on. I can only... teach you the sword shape of Moon Breath... as for... how much you can understand... depends on your talent."