Chirp chirp~
The sound of birds flapping their wings echoed through the forest.
Silence~
Even Zenitsu and Inosuke, who were surrounding Tokito Muichiro, couldn't help but turn their heads... Mizuki's face was full of black lines, almost as if the words'speechless' were tattooed on her face.
"Pfft~" Kochou Shinobu couldn't hold back a laugh, breaking the stagnant atmosphere.
Tokito Muichiro approached the boy and extended his hand: "Alright, give me the key."
"I told you that thing is about to break!"
"So what if it breaks? Can't you just make another one?" Tokito Muichiro said expressionlessly, "While you're babbling on with all this nonsense, how many people have died?"
"Hindering a Hashira means just that."
Although it was hard to sense malice from the young boy, the sarcasm in his words made everyone present a little tense.
Tanjirou's face was covered in black lines, Zenitsu was grinding his teeth, on the verge of exploding, and Inosuke snorted two streams of white air from his nostrils.
"A Hashira's time and your time are completely different in value, you should be able to understand that with a little thought, right?" Tokito Muichiro, completely unaware that he was already disliked by everyone, lifted his chin slightly, "Swordsmiths can't fight or save people, they're useless except for making weapons."
Hearing this, Haganezuka, standing under the tree, clenched his fists slightly.
Although he knew swordsmiths were useless against demons, this kid's words were really unpleasant.
Mizuki's eyelids twitched. He really was... as arrogant as Michikatsu. She wouldn't believe it if they weren't related by blood.
"The key, give it to me." Tokito Muichiro extended his hand to the boy from above, "Understand your position before acting, you're not a child."
Everyone: No, no, he's definitely a child!
Zenitsu instantly bristled: "Ahhh!! I can't take it anymore!"
"This kid is too punchable! I'm going to punch him!" Zenitsu turned back, his face full of anger, to look at Mizuki and Kochou Shinobu, "Can I punch him?"
Mizuki took two steps back: "Be my guest."
Zenitsu's angry expression froze for a moment: "This kid looks a lot younger than me, wouldn't it be a bit like bullying?"
Kochou Shinobu tilted her head in thought: "Two years, Tokito-kun is fourteen now, so it's not really bullying."
Tanjirou looked surprised: "How amazing~ Only fourteen..."
Zenitsu's expression became even stiffer: "Then, would it be inappropriate for me, as a regular member, to attack a Hashira?"
Kochou Shinobu smiled: "It's fine, no one will mind."
Zenitsu's angry expression instantly vanished from his face, and his demeanor became much gentler.
"Ahem, well, I think..."
As soon as his voice sounded, he heard Mizuki state very coldly: "Stop teasing him, this guy is clearly chickening out."
Zenitsu instantly bristled: "Who's chickening out! I'm just worried about people gossiping!"
"Heh."
Zenitsu's blood rushed to his head, and he turned around and shouted: "Hey, you arrogant brat, I advise you to be sensible, don't cry when so many of us beat you up."
Tokito Muichiro pointed behind him expressionlessly: "Is that so? But I don't think they want to bother with you."
"Eh?" Zenitsu quickly turned around, only to find the group had all turned their backs to him and gone to observe the doll.
"Wow, it's exactly the same."
"It looks majestic."
"But why does it have six arms?"
"The prototype of that doll seems to be a real person; without six arms, it's impossible to reproduce the swordsman's movements." The boy explained, secretly glancing at Mizuki.
It's not'seems to be', isn't there solid evidence right here?
Hearing the boy's words, Mizuki raised an eyebrow.
That amazing? It can reproduce Yoriichi's movements?
Then wouldn't making a few more allow them to surround Muzan and beat him up?
She didn't believe it.
In this world, besides her, not even Muzan would dare say he had seen Yoriichi at his peak.
"Was this doll passed down from the Sengoku Period?"
Mizuki tilted her head in thought: "I don't know?"
"I haven't heard of it, but to be made so lifelike, the creator must have seen Yoriichi."
Not only was the outline of the Nichirin Blade in its hand perfectly replicated, but even the sun earrings were perfectly restored.
With so many details, it would be absolutely impossible to create without having seen Yoriichi in person.
Perhaps it happened after they left.
"Eh? How do you know the doll's name?" The boy who was just arguing with Tokito Muichiro also joined in.
"What's the doll's name?"
"yoriichi type zero."
"Hmm, then it must have been passed down from the Sengoku Period."
"My father said the same thing. Is big sister a descendant of this swordsman?"
Mizuki tilted her head uncertainly: "Descendant? She should be his sister."
"Eh~ You're lying, it's already been hundreds of years."
"Mhm, you're lying."
...Watching everyone in such a harmonious state, Zenitsu's eyes were dull, and he was disheveled in the wind, a vein slowly popping out on his forehead.
These bastards... "Move aside, don't waste time with useless things."
"Ah, sorry." Hearing the voice from behind him, Zenitsu subconsciously stepped back half a pace.
By the time he reacted, Tokito Muichiro had already passed him and headed towards the doll.
Zenitsu's blood rushed to his head instantly; he had been tricked!
"You brat! Stop right there!"
Zenitsu reached out towards Muichiro's shoulder.
The small figure in front of him vanished in a flash, and Zenitsu's angry eyes suddenly narrowed.
So fast!
But after several months of relentless effort, he was no longer the same as before.
Zenitsu reached out without looking back, blocking the wrist that attacked him.
"Eh?" Tokito Muichiro's calm eyes showed a slight change.
Zenitsu smirked, looking arrogant: "You're still too green to ambush me..."
While he was proudly looking up, Tokito Muichiro expressionlessly stomped on his instep.
"Ouch!!!"
Zenitsu rolled several times on the ground in pain, then scrambled up disheveled, fuming: "You brat! I'm going to kill you!"
Everyone:...They're still fighting.
Mizuki sighed and said to Tokito Muichiro: "You want to use the doll to hone your Sword Form, right?"
"It's the same principle to switch opponents, right?" Mizuki pointed at Zenitsu, "How about letting this guy practice with you?"
Tokito Muichiro frowned slightly but said nothing.
From Zenitsu's reaction just now, he knew that this noisy guy indeed had some skill.
Although not a strong enemy, he was good enough to hone a Sword Form.
"Just as I wished!" Zenitsu in his angry state was terrifyingly brave.
Mizuki waved her hand: "Go, Zenitsu! Inosuke!"
To prevent Zenitsu from getting beaten up, Mizuki thoughtfully called Inosuke over as well.
"Ooh!"
Inosuke loved fighting the most. Hearing Mizuki's call, he grabbed his sword and charged forward with Zenitsu.
An undeniable aura.
Facing the two's attack, even Tokito Muichiro, who was hailed as a Hashira, had to draw his Nichirin Blade and prepare seriously.
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