"Hey! How long are you going to keep talking to yourself over there!" Shinazugawa Genya impatiently roared at Tanjirou, who was munching on a senbei and talking beside him.
"Huh, but I'm talking to you, Genya," Tanjirou didn't mind being yelled at and remained calm.
"Don't call me that intimately! It's like we're friends!" Hearing this, Tanjirou stopped eating his senbei, disbelieving.
"Aren't we?"
Shinazugawa Genya's mouth twitched, and he yelled angrily, "Of course not! Don't forget you broke my hand!"
Tanjirou, as a matter of course, said solemnly, "That's because of your bad behavior, Genya, bullying a girl!"
"Hmph... Get out!"
Tanjirou, who was kicked out, rubbed his sore butt and returned to his room, where Nezuko pulled him to sit down, at her signal.
Tanjirou, who was fluent in'sister-speak,' understood his sister's meaning.
"Nezuko really likes Kanroji-san," he fumbled to braid his sister's hair into a three-strand braid, then looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction and nodded. He hadn't succeeded last time, but this time it was perfect!
"Yoizumi-nii hasn't returned yet," he glanced at the night sky outside. Recently, Yoizumi-nii had been acting mysterious, only focused on learning forging, and he didn't know what he was up to.
"Let's wait for him together, Nezuko."
"Mmm!" Nezuko, happy to have the same hairstyle as Kanroji Mitsuri, raised her small hand to respond to her brother.
"Someone's coming..." Tanjirou smelled someone approaching.
"Swish." The room door was mercilessly opened. Tokito Muichiro found Tanjirou, his indifferent face and vacant eyes quietly looking at Tanjirou, his voice flat.
"Do you know Kanaemori?"
"He should be with Mr. Haganezuka."
"Where is he?"
"I'll go with you. My nose is very keen, so I can find him faster."
A look of confusion flashed in Muichiro's eyes.
"You should have your own things to do. Why care about others?"
Tanjirou smiled gently, his soft voice saying, "When people help each other, it eventually comes back to them."
Hearing this, Tokito Muichiro was stunned for a moment. Looking at Tanjirou's red eyes, his vacant gaze suddenly gained a hint of light.
It seemed someone had told him that before.
Who was it?
Muichiro crossed his arms and tilted his head in confusion. Tanjirou, seeing his appearance, also crossed his arms and tilted his head, looking at him.
Nezuko mimicked their actions, and the three of them stared at each other in silence.
Tanjirou thought, Tokito seems to be the same type as some people he knows.
He wondered what it would be like if Yoizumi-ge, Tokito, Kanao, and Mr. Tomioka were all together.
Hmm... It's easy to imagine the scene.
Ah... It seems someone is coming.
Tanjirou looked towards the doorway... Yoizumi held the newly crafted item high above his head. Under the moonlight, it emitted a dazzling silver light. Yoizumi planned to give this item away at the right time.
He carefully put it away in a pocket close to his chest. This trip to the Swordsmith Village was almost over, wasn't it?
He had also obtained a new nichirin blade. Once the nichirin blade Tanjirou mentioned was sharpened, he could go back.
He... missed Shinobu a little.
"..Hmm?" His previously longing blue eyes suddenly turned cold. The presence of a demon had appeared in the Swordsmith Village!
He leaped into the air and saw disgusting, wriggling, fish-like creatures appearing on the street, attacking the Swordsmith.
Had a demon appeared without warning?
Breath of Snow First Form: Falling Snow.
The biting ice and snow instantly severed the creature's head. The monster wasn't destroyed; instead, its severed cross-section of flesh continuously proliferated and wriggled, regenerating a head.
Is this another demon that can't die even if its head is cut off?
He glimpsed a vase-like ceramic object on the creature's back. The demon's aura was strongest here. With a flick of his hand, a flash of white sword light, and the ceramic object vanished as if a demon had dissipated.
Is this a Blood Demon Art?
Then he had to find the demon's main body!
"Ahhhhh!" The screams of the Swordsmith could be heard from every corner of the Swordsmith Village.
"Go protect the village chief!" All the Swordsmith grabbed their weapons as best they could, some carrying nichirin blades and starting to flee.
"Step back!" Yoizumi looked at the dozens of fish-monsters on the street in front of him, slightly bent at the waist, the whooshing sound of his swinging nichirin blade clearly audible.
Snow Breathing Third Form: Thousand Feathered Crane Snow!
Countless pristine white feathered snow instantly dismembered all the fish-monsters. After dealing with this area, Yoizumi prioritized going to the village chief's location.
A fish-monster several times larger than before was clutching the village chief. Kagane Techin let out a painful wail. The next second, the fish-monster, along with the ceramic object on its back, was cut in half. Yoizumi caught the village chief and handed him over to the other Swordsmith.
"Are you alright, Village Chief?" The Swordsmith looked sadly at the unresponsive village chief. Yoizumi, with a casual flick, healed him with his rotation technique and told them to immediately move to a safe place.
The demon using the Blood Demon Art wasn't far. After Yoizumi locked onto the demon's precise location, he happened to encounter Kanroji Mitsuri rushing over from her territory.
"Yoizumi-san!" Kanroji Mitsuri, who had rushed over, saw the fallen village chief and immediately became anxious. She knelt on the ground, cradled the village chief, and tears welled up.
"Techin-sama, are you alright!"
Yoizumi was still wondering why he was so weak even though he had already healed his injuries. He was about to perform the rotation technique again when he saw Kagane Techin move.
"Being held by a young and lovely lady, all the suffering this old man endured was worth it."
Yoizumi stopped his actions and, speechless, looked away.
"Kanroji, I'll leave this to you."
"Yes..." Kanroji Mitsuri, somewhat stunned by Kagane Techin's words, instinctively agreed, then saw that Yoizumi-san, who had just been in front of her, was gone.
"So fast!"
..."Tokito!" Tanjirou grabbed the eaves to avoid being blown away by the powerful wind pressure.
Why is Upper Moon Four here?!
The demon whose head was just cut off split into two demons. Do they also need to be decapitated simultaneously?
What to do? Tokito was blown far away, and Yoizumi-nii wasn't here. Only he and Nezuko were left. Could he do it?
No, he had to do it!
Tanjirou gripped his nichirin blade tightly, his red eyes filled with resolve.
He had survived all the previous battles; this time would be no different!
Calm down!
There are two enemies now. One can create strong winds with a fan, and the other wields an iron staff with unknown abilities.
"Sekido, we can play outside again, how happy."
Sekido, who wielded the iron staff, spoke indignantly, revealing immense anger.
"I'm not happy at all, only furious!"
"Including being with you, Aizetsu!"
The iron staff in his hand struck the ground forcefully. Tanjirou's eyes widened.
The attack is coming!
Where!
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