Chapter 100 Complaint

Tokito Ichiro swallowed the taste of blood from his throat, his gaze lingering on the other's holstered cloak, and then he looked up and made a face at Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

"I'm not telling you, uncle."

He doesn't care who the other person is right now; he just wants to teach them a lesson.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni fell silent. He had never met a child as stubborn as Yuichiro Tokito, and he already felt guilty for taking action against him.

Yuichiro Tokito seized the opportunity and stepped forward, pressing down slightly. He reached out and pulled down the illusory shroud from the other's waist, then nimbly shifted his body to one side.

While Yoriichi was still struggling with his decision, he was caught off guard and successfully ambushed by Ichiro Tokito. He instinctively reached out to take it back.

"I won't let you succeed, old man."

Yuichiro Tokito was prepared and turned to run away. There was no benefit for him to confront them head-on now.

"You'll get hurt."

Yoriichi Tsugikuni took a few steps forward and picked up Yuichiro Tokito, looking at the way the boy was moving around and feeling very troubled.

"Just tell me who taught you the breathing technique and who gave you that knife."

Yoriichi Tsugikuni looked at Ichiro Tokito helplessly and said that this stalemate between him and his opponent was not a solution.

"Why should I tell you, you perverted old man?"

"..."

With the mindset that if he's not having a good time, neither should Ichiro Tokito, who doesn't want to reveal any information about Iwakatsu.

It's hard to believe, but this guy must have some connection to me, otherwise it's hard to explain this situation.

—On the other side—

"Kuroshibo, you've really fallen from grace. You actually have so much leisure time and the mood to raise children..."

Iwakatsu didn't know what had triggered Kibutsuji Muzan's anger. Nakime had told him that he'd been quite busy lately.

"Yes... your subordinate will... take note."

Yan Sheng listened silently, mainly waiting for the other person to finish rambling on.

"Alright, Kokushibo, how have you been lately? How's your wound?"

Kibutsuji Muzan felt much better after speaking out, and looking at Iwakatsu who was kneeling there listening, he casually expressed his concern.

"Your subordinate is alright...it's nothing serious."

If you know the answer, don't make me listen to nonsense and give me tasks.

Yan Sheng thought it would be over quickly, but the other party only scolded him a couple of times and then complained for almost an hour. Yan Sheng was really exasperated; trying to be both father and son, he should just find someone to help him with the trouble.

But then Yan Sheng thought about it again. For so many years, the other person had been surrounded by people who were just slacking off and developing side businesses. Was he really the only one who was seriously looking for that flower?

Thinking of this, Yan Sheng couldn't help but show a look of sympathy, leaving the usually uncaring boss completely bewildered.

"how?"

"..."

"It's alright, let's go."

Kibutsuji Muzan waved his hand casually, then turned to give Nakime other instructions, and Iwakatsu's gaze slowly shifted away from his disdainful boss.

Iwakatsu stood up, and Nakime, understanding the situation, began to pluck the strings of her lute. A wooden door appeared before Iwakatsu. Iwakatsu paused as he prepared to step through the door; he felt his right eyelid twitching and froze on the spot.

How could such a statement exist here? You're overthinking it.

Thinking this, Iwakatsu stepped through the wooden door and saw a familiar figure carrying Tokito Ichiro.

The fiery red color was so glaring it made me want to vomit, along with the high black ponytail and the utterly repulsive aura.

Yan Sheng instinctively wanted to turn back, but the other person seemed to sense Yan Sheng and turned to look at him.

The exact same face, that unchanging indifferent expression—Yan Sheng felt like he was dreaming.

No, that's not right, how could that be?

Yan Sheng wondered if his brain wasn't working properly. How could this be?!

Yoriichi looked at Iwakatsu, whose fiery red eyes were no longer tightly closed as before, and he felt a huge weight lifted from his heart.

My elder brother woke up; he was no longer lying unconscious in bed.

"You're... still alive?"

Yan Sheng blurted out in disbelief, "This doesn't make sense! More than four hundred years have passed, and Yan Sheng has indeed learned about the changes in the Demon Slayer Corps. There's no reason for this to happen."

Yoriichi Tsugikuni was surprised that Iwakatsu's first words to him were this. Although it was indeed very strange, it also made him a little disappointed.

"Brother..."

"Brother! You've come back to save me!"

Taking advantage of Yoriichi Tsugikuni's momentary lapse in concentration, Tokito Yuichiro quickly broke free from his control and rushed towards Iwakatsu, grabbing him around the waist.

"???"

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni was incredulous. He had wondered if the "brother" Tokito Ichiro mentioned might be a descendant of Iwakatsu, but he never expected it to be him.

Could Tokito Ichiro really not see the current situation? The answer is no; he also noticed the awkwardness between the two. Just from Kokushima's question earlier, he could tell that this person was indeed Kokushima's younger brother.

Thinking back to how the other party had interrogated him before, and considering Iwakatsu's attitude just now, Tokito Ichiro felt that he understood something.

Tokito Yuichiro is very vengeful.

His expression changed the instant he broke free. Tears welled in his eyes as he rushed towards Iwakatsu, feigning fear and shouting. He could feel the air suddenly quiet down, and Tokito Ichiro continued to embellish the story without a second thought.

"Brother, you told me to wait here for you, but this weirdo who imitates you suddenly appeared. He not only stole the eyes and little purple knife you gave me, but also attacked me directly."

As Tokito Yuichiro complained, tears welled up in his eyes. He vividly described to Iwakatsu Yoriichi's despicable behavior, showing how much harm Yoriichi's improper conduct had caused him.

"No, elder brother, I..."

Yoriichi Tsugikuni was also taken aback by this sudden mishap. He waved his hand in a panic, trying to explain to Iwakatsu, but before he could finish speaking, he was ruthlessly interrupted.

"Brother—it hurts so much! My wrist hurts so much, and my collar is being pulled so hard it hurts my neck too."

Iwakatsu reached out and patted Tokito Ichiro on the back. His gaze followed the other man's head down and he noticed that there were obvious red marks on the other man's neck and wrists.

Although Tokito Ichiro is different from ordinary people, he is still a child. He is well aware of Yoriichi Tsugikuni's strength, and even if it is unintentional, this behavior is still abuse of a minor.

Iwakatsu looked up, his red eyes, now in mimicry form, glaring at Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

"How...could you...do this?"

Iwakatsu patted Tokito Ichiro's head, shielded him behind his back, and questioned Tsugikuni Yoriichi.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni was struck dumb. He hadn't even accepted that his older brother had found a younger brother from who-knows-where, and now he was being questioned by the other party.

No, that's not right, I didn't mean to, it was just...

Yoriichi Tsugikuni's calm expression revealed a hint of panic and helplessness at this moment. He took two steps forward and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, he was stopped by Iwakatsu.

"Don't...come any closer."

"Brother..."

Yoriichi Tsugikuni stopped in his tracks, feeling wronged. He stared intently at the two of them, and when his gaze fell on Ichiro Tokito, he clearly saw the other man give him a wicked smile.