Chapter 103 The Sun in the Night

Yoriichi Tsugikuni looked at the tears in Iwakatsu's eyes and felt a little stinged. He didn't know what his brother had dreamed about, but it must be related to him.

What did Yoriichi do wrong? Why is he crying?

Yoriichi lowered his eyes, stroking Iwakatsu's hair, his expression tinged with sadness. Just then, the door was slowly opened a crack, and Tokito Yuichiro, beads of sweat on his brow, carefully shuffled in.

"What are you doing?"

In his eyes, Yoriichi Tsugikuni was leaning over, his head very close to Iwakatsu, less than a fist's distance from Iwakatsu who was still asleep.

Yoriichi's hair was on the blanket, intertwined with Iwakatsu's messy ponytail. He had one hand supporting himself next to Iwakatsu, and his eyes were dark and unfathomable.

When Tokito Ichiro woke up again, he noticed that this person was tightly gripping Iwakatsu's clothes, as if afraid that the other person would run away. Now that he was so close to Iwakatsu, he felt like he knew something.

"You really are a pervert."

Tokito Yuichiro looked at Yoriichi Tsugikuni with disdain, his gaze as if he were looking at trash. He wouldn't have known that the other party was like this if he hadn't wanted to put down the haori.

Yoriichi looked up, instinctively wanting to retort, but then he saw Iwakatsu lying there. He got up, put on his wooden clogs, and carefully closed the door behind him, carrying Tokito Ichiro in one hand.

"What are you doing? If you pull me again, I'll tell on you."

Yuichiro Tokito shouted in dissatisfaction. Yoriichi Tsugikuni loosened his collar and watched as Yuichiro Tokito quickly took a few steps back.

"Does your elder brother sleep often?"

Yoriichi stood still and asked, remembering that Tamayo and the others didn't need to sleep, and he was worried that Iwakatsu might have some health problems.

"Not often. My brother gets sleepy if he hasn't eaten for too long. I'll give him some blood to eat when he wakes up."

Yuichiro Tokito was relieved. After answering, he picked up his wooden sword and started swinging it again. He hadn't finished practicing for the day, so he needed to practice a few more times now.

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Yoriichi Tsugikuni never expected that Iwakatsu's food came from Tokito Ichiro. He looked at Tokito Ichiro but couldn't see any different emotions in the other's eyes.

Tokito Ichiro looked up, his face covered in sweat from the heat, and met Yoriichi Tsugikuni's eyes.

"What's wrong? Is it strange? Anyway, he was a ghost. I wouldn't have survived if it weren't for him. Draining some blood won't kill me."

Tokito Ichiro brandished his sword and said nonchalantly that in his eyes, Iwakatsu was his savior and a blood relative.

So what if the other party isn't human?

"I still don't know who you are, uncle."

Yoriichi Tsugikuni watched as the boy practiced diligently, his movements gradually overlapping with those of the person in his memory. He looked at the boy's face, which resembled his own, and spoke after a long while.

“I am the elder brother’s younger brother.”

"I know, you're calling me 'brother,' I'm not that stupid."

Tokito Ichiro stopped what he was doing, rolled his eyes speechlessly. Even though he was the one who asked the question, he didn't have to think I was stupid.

Ji Guoyuan choked, and he suddenly felt that the two of them were not so similar anymore. He turned to look at the house.

“We are twins. My brother and I were both Pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps back then, but an accident happened later.”

After explaining it simply and clearly, Tokito Ichiro nodded, then asked curiously.

"Then how have you lived so long? You're not a ghost now, you're human, and you're not afraid of sunlight."

Yoriichi Tsugikuni raised his hand to the sun. The sunlight didn't sting him; it only brought a scattered warmth. Yoriichi didn't know what he was. He was immortal, yet he could get sick and injured. He wasn't afraid of the sun, yet he needed to eat and sleep.

I am neither a ghost nor a human.

"I was able to survive until now because I participated in an experiment by a friend."

Yoriichi Tsugikuni said calmly, turning to look at Yuichiro Tokito and watching his movements.

“Your wrist is wrong. It’s different from how your elder brother uses his moves. If you keep pressing down like this, you won’t be able to counter his moves.”

"I know." Damn, this guy only watched me wave it once, how does he know it's wrong? It's kind of creepy.

Tokito Ichiro didn't expect to be corrected by Tsugikuni Yoriichi. He had been scolded by Iwakatsu so many times and was aware of his own little flaws. He knew he was much better than before, so why was he still caught at a glance?

Ji Guoyuan nodded slightly. He wasn't really good at teaching others. His former companions had spent a long time figuring out his breathing techniques based on his sword swings and descriptions.

His elder brother was different; he could quickly understand what the other man was saying. However, his elder brother's constitution was on the colder side, and a savage and intense power like the Breath of the Sun was not suitable for him.

Tokito Yuichiro practiced until sunset. After using his last move, he sheathed his sword and looked at Yoriichi Tsugikuni. Yoriichi stared at him for two hours straight, constantly picking on him.

"No, are you very free?"

Yuichiro Tokito had reached his limit. If it weren't for Iwakatsu's requirement that he practice for four hours every day, he would have already stormed off in a huff.

"I'm helping my elder brother teach you."

Ji Guoyuan said expressionlessly that he felt his elder brother's stepson (who was actually his younger brother) was his stepson.

"Oh, then you must also know Moon Breathing, right? Could you demonstrate it for me?"

Tokito Yuichiro crossed his arms and looked at Yoriichi Tsugikuni sitting on the wooden veranda. He had heard Iwakatsu say that only he knew the Moon Breathing technique, which he created himself.

Of course, only two people know how to do it right now.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni didn't catch Tokito Ichiro's provocation. Instead, he got up, walked to the open space, and turned to face Tokito Ichiro.

"The Breath of the Moon is a magnificent sword technique created by my elder brother. I only know a few basic sword strokes. If you'd like to see it, I can demonstrate it for you."

Iwakatsu, who had just gotten up and opened the door, heard these words: ...

Yoriichi lowered his eyes and drew the sword from his waist. The ordinary sword was stained with a faint red color the moment he exerted force.

"brush--."

As Yoriichi Tsugikuni swung his sword, a heat like that of sunlight began to spread, and beautiful flames were drawn wherever the blade passed, lingering with brilliance.

He moved with incredible speed, and the flames he carried were like a sacrificial dance, bringing a dazzling light to the gradually darkening night.

Dazzling

Although Yan Sheng had memories, this was the first time he had seen the full name of the Breath of the Sun. The light was reflected in his red eyes.

So beautiful, like a deity, illuminating everything.

At this moment, Yan Sheng's feelings overlapped with those of his other self. The light shining on him caused a slight stinging sensation, and the world seemed to quiet down.

What an amazing sword technique! It can cut through the sun, the son of God who hangs forever in the sky.

Iwakatsu could feel his heartbeat gradually accelerating, his brain unable to function, and his eyes fixed on the red figure. He didn't come to his senses until Yoriichi Tsugikuni sheathed his sword.

"Elder brother."

When Yoriichi turned his head, he saw Iwakatsu standing there looking at him, and a faint smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

"Ugh—".

Iwakatsu was caught off guard and disgusted. Although he disliked Yoriichi Tsugikuni's perpetually expressionless face, he loathed Yoriichi's smile even more, especially the detached and otherworldly air about it.

Every time he saw it, it reminded him of his ignorant and despicable self when he was a child, causing him to experience stomach cramps and nausea.