"Boy, you...is it more correct to say it's a wakizashi?"
Mr. Kuwashima took my Nichirin sword and looked at it. In the early morning, the swordsmith sent two swords. One belonged to Zenitsu and the other belonged to me. After Zenitsu pulled out the sword, the blade was covered with gold like lightning.
The general pattern, Mr. Kuwashima and the knife forger with the weird mask looked very happy, and they celebrated in a warm atmosphere for a long time before they remembered me sitting aside with an inexplicable expression.
I:"……"
I am a little tired, not only because I am confused about my own existence, but also many things that have made me feel complicated have happened in the ten days I have been here. The most strange thing that makes me feel strange is the so-called "breathing method".
Well, Mr. Kuwashima was also shocked that I didn’t know how to breathe. He was even more shocked after he found out that I didn’t even know how to do kendo. The day we first arrived, he asked me to compete with Zenitsu. After seeing me holding a stick,
My expression was very exciting when I was holding a wooden knife. I didn't fight twice and I threw the knife away because it was in the way and started fighting with my bare hands. Mr. Kuwashima even shouted stop.
He glanced at me up and down with strange eyes, and then asked:
"Were you taught by a trainer?"
I shook my head.
"Have you ever learned breathing techniques?"
I shook my head again.
"You don't know how to use a sword?"
I shook...and nodded.
"...In this way, I actually passed the selection of Fujisei Mountain." Mr. Kuwashima's expression became complicated, and he waved us away. Then he turned around and left, leaving Zenitsu and I looking at each other in confusion.
Unexpectedly, I fell into the hell of getting up early in the next few days...
It is a real thing to get up at dawn to practice! And the practice task assigned to me by Mr. Kuwashima was very strange. Every day I watched Zenitsu wearing the morning light and posing and wielding a wooden sword, while I sat on the side... practicing deep breathing.
Yes, take a deep breath.
I:"……"
"Try your best to expand your lungs, allow oxygen to fully enter the blood, stimulate the muscles and bones to the maximum extent, and increase the strength of the body and muscle power - forget it, don't look like this." Mr. Kuwashima sighed.
, sitting cross-legged opposite me with a face full of "What the hell":
"Although your attack method does not use a sword, it is still unique. It must have been taught by a teacher. Not everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps only uses the Nichirin Sword as an assistant. I will not bother you to learn the way of kendo." He
The conversation changed: "But the breathing method is necessary for killing ghosts. You follow my rhythm and breathe together. As long as you can feel it during this period, you can always learn it through follow-up practice and insights-"
"Come, look at me, just breathe--breathe--breath--"
Me: "Oh."
Me: "Breathe - breathe - exhale -"
Mr. Sangdao: "How do you feel?"
Me: "My lungs hurt a little."
Mr. Sangdao: "..."
To be honest, I think I should not be able to learn this so-called "breathing method". I can't understand this kind of thing at all. I can produce the effect of thunder and lightning just by breathing... Is the lid of the coffin of scientists still tight? Is it really still tight?
!And why does he make a "sizzling" sound like static electricity when he breathes! Is this really the sound of breathing?!
Maybe this is the generation gap in the world, I thought as I took over my Nichirin Sword.
"It's been a long time since I've seen a guy choose such a small piece of ball steel," the knife forger wearing a strange mask said in a sighing tone: "One foot, nine inches and nine minutes, the length can only be considered as a length at best.
It is not such a powerful length in battle. Usually only women who cannot use swords use wakizashi short swords for self-defense. I hope you can use it smoothly."
"Pull it out," he said:
"Let's see what color it turns into."
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"Asakusa, Tokyo Prefecture?"
I put on a half-red and half-white haori over the Demon Slayer uniform and straightened my belt.
"Wow, I didn't expect that the two of us would receive the same mission. Think about it, there will be many people receiving the same mission?" I hung the wakizashi on my waist and straightened Haori's back.
Swing - very good, that's the only advantage of having a short knife. It can't be seen that there is a knife at all.
Zenitsu's grandfather originally brought me two pieces, one red and one white. However, Zenitsu's senior brother just happened to come back that day. Zenitsu who gave me the clothes didn't know what happened to his senior brother when he got it.
There was a hole in each half - it looked like they were stacked together and pierced by a sharp knife. Although he didn't say anything, I felt that Zenitsu was bullied and made a bad impression when he spoke rudely when they first met.
...make people angry.
I still feel very sorry when I say it. I was a guest at someone else's house and I was so angry that I took away their students. Even if Mr. Kuwadao didn't care, I felt very embarrassed. I lived and ate for free for more than ten days (the old man refused to charge me the fee I wanted to pay).
, I didn’t have the nerve to ask for a new coat, so I cut out the intact half and put them together. And after finishing it, I actually felt pretty good, I felt like I was wearing it and was freezing!
"Let's go!" I said goodbye to Mr. Sangdao feeling refreshed and wearing a leg pendant that shouted "Glory, you must protect me, the ghost is so scary".
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The destination of the first mission is Asakusa, Tokyo, which is also the place where "my home" is located. The distance is not very close but not too far. It took Zenitsu and I more than half a day to get to this "big city" as he calls it.
City” (ps: He leads the way).
...That's it. I am used to seeing big cities in the true sense. My heart has no fluctuations. Whether Ikebukuro Fuyuki or Yokohama, they are both prosperous in the true sense. The technological progress in this copy is still in the last century. Looking at it
Looking at it, I felt inexplicably shabby.
“Good, such a developed place!”
Shanyi followed me cautiously, holding on to the corner of my clothes and not letting go:
"Do you really live here? Glory! Isn't Asakusa a place where high-ranking officials gather? You are indeed the young master of a wealthy family, right? Right?!!"
"It's not night yet, and the ghosts that are said to eat people walking in the night alleys probably won't appear. We can go to my place to make some repairs first."
"Hey, don't ignore me! I feel like the people passing by are looking at us in surprise like country people! How scary, glorious! How scary!!!"
"Would you like to eat first? There seems to be a Western restaurant in front, but I didn't expect there to be a Western restaurant..."
"You didn't listen to me at all! Don't ignore me, Glory! Everyone is looking at us with disgust!"
"You didn't look at us with disgust." I stopped, turned around and said to him seriously:
"...I'm just looking at you for making such a noise with disgust."
"--Wow, wow, you're so outrageous! So outrageous!!!"
…
I finally fully realized the purchasing power of the money in my pocket, and I also understood how... deep my settings in this copy were.
In the quaint old Japanese-style house, I stared at the newly opened warehouse. I was silent for a few seconds, then silently closed the door, turned around and left.
I don’t know if it’s compensation for how poor I was in the previous dungeon. In this dungeon, I not only carry a huge amount of money with me, but also own a vast mansion and even a warehouse full of collections.
A rare collection!
I wiped the cold sweat off my head, dragged Zenitsu and went out.
No, I'm too rich. It scares me to stay here and watch. I'd better go out and do tasks and calm down.
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"The members of the Demon Slayer Corps have been running around for a whole year, either killing demons or on the road to kill them. The rest time may only be the period of training after being injured." Zenitsu said, "Ah woo", biting off a dumpling in one bite, vaguely.
said.
"My senior brother is like this. After he became a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, he basically only sent letters to his grandfather. He came back very rarely and left very quickly -"
Oops! I was so shaken. I finally came back, but I scolded me and ran away not long after I walked in. I must have caused too much trouble!
"I'm so sorry!" I bowed sincerely again, and Zenitsu was so frightened that he jumped and ran away:
"No, no, I don't mean to blame you! Senior brother, he is like that, and grandpa also knows it. He also said that you are a reliable friend if you fight against injustices for me -"
"Yes, is that so?"
"It's true! Don't bow so suddenly. It's so scary!" He exaggeratedly patted his chest and took several breaths. Then he looked at me in confusion and came over with a complicated expression.
"Um...I just wanted to ask, Glory, what...are you wearing on your ears?"
"Ah?" I reached out and touched it subconsciously, "Earrings?"
"Of course I know these are earrings! I want to ask you why you suddenly want to wear earrings!" Zenitsu pointed at the bamboo stick that had eaten up the dumplings and poked the thing hanging on my ear: "-And it's the same as
Earrings that look like the guy in the blue haori!"
"It's not that much of a resemblance...well, it does look a lot like it." I quickly changed my words in response to Zenitsu's glare, "I just thought the flower earrings he was wearing were very pretty, so I just took apart a pair of flower cards at home.
Tie the thread on and wear it on the ear..."
Moreover, everything on my body was filtered out when I logged in to the dungeon. My ears were so empty that I couldn’t get used to it!
"I'm telling you -" Zenitsu's expression became distorted again, like trying to eat a lemon when he had a toothache. I looked at him holding all the bamboo sticks in his hands as if he wanted to say something to me, but he hadn't spoken yet.
Suddenly, he was stunned and stared at a dark alley at the corner next to him, motionless.
"Yes, there were screams."
"..." I looked at the entrance of the alley, which was dark and seemed to be swallowing up pedestrians, and then listened to the sound.
——You can hear it clearly even if a pin drops.
Okay, okay, my hearing is still within the normal range, I have to believe in Zenitsu's terrifying hearing, which can be called a sound wave receiver.
So I looked seriously, took out the long wakizashi from my waist, held the Nichirin sword in my right hand, and held Zenitsu in my left hand who refused to go in, and stepped into the alley resolutely.
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The moon tonight is glowing with an ominous red light, and the street lights in the alley, which are so dim that they might as well not be there at all, add to the red light. The places bathed in the moonlight are glowing with the hazy color of blood.
Guiwu and Wuhan stood next to two corpses - actually there should have been three, but the woman who couldn't bear the blood he gave her had turned into a pool of blood and mud after screaming, and it seemed that she could no longer be called a corpse.
.
Two ghosts were sent to chase the young man. Ghost Wu and Wu Mei clenched their fists facing the blood-spattered wall.
That earring... why did that earring appear? That flower earring that was once worn on Jiguo Yuan's ear!
Just as he was recalling how he was beaten in the past, a burst of chaotic but fast footsteps approached quickly. He stared at the entrance of the alley with an ugly face, and his heart was full of malice that he wanted to vent out - no matter who was coming, he would
What a bad luck, who made Guiwu y Wuhan feel so bad?
So under the pale moonlight of the blood moon, Gui Wuyin used his ghost king's vision to first see the red hair exposed from the corner, then the dangling flower earrings, and the abnormality illuminated by the dark red moonlight.