Chapter 111 The Two

Iwakatsu was in no hurry to leave, but Tokito Ichiro had already packed his things.

Unlike when Iwakatsu first met him, he was wearing a blue kimono with bamboo patterns, paired with a shirt and a black horse, and a white haori. His long black hair with blue ends was tied up high, he was carrying a leather travel trunk, and the Nichirin sword that Iwakatsu had given him was hanging at his waist.

They do resemble students from Tokyo in some ways.

As Iwakatsu thought about it, he saw Tokito Ichiro tighten his grip on the suitcase and a smile appeared on his face.

"Brother, let me think about it. I think I should go first, so it'll be like I can come back anytime."

Yan Sheng was momentarily dazed, never expecting that he, at such a young age, would have such mixed feelings about sending his son away on a long trip.

"Be careful on the road."

"Okay, brother, goodbye!"

Tokito Ichiro went up and hugged Iwakatsu again. He wasn't the type of child who liked to act spoiled, and this was the third time he had taken the initiative to hug him.

Before Iwakatsu could respond, Tokito Ichiro released his grip and ran away.

Yan Sheng stopped reaching out his hand. He didn't have any particular thoughts in mind, except that he wondered if the other person might encounter danger going out so late at night.

"Elder brother."

Yoriichi Tsugikuni stepped out, saw Iwakatsu staring straight ahead, and called out.

When the two went out during the day, Tokito Ichiro had already told him that he would be leaving that night and had given him many instructions about his older brother's habits.

For example, they love being in a crowd but hate crowded places, enjoy sightseeing, and have a wide range of interests.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni never expected that this usually sarcastic and mischievous guy would be so talkative.

"I'm a very good-tempered person. Why don't you learn how to speak better when you have time?"

This was Tokito Yuichiro's last request to Tsugikuni Yoriichi, though the latter didn't even notice.

Yan Sheng did not respond. He just looked for a while before turning around and slowly walking back into the house.

In the past six months, they have visited several places. This is a small village near a waterfall, far from the bustling city, which is a place that Yoriichi Tsugikuni and Iwakatsu like very much.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni didn't say anything, and followed Iwakatsu back, watching him kneel down and sit back at the low table, staring blankly at the Go pieces on the table.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Yoriichi Tsugikuni sat down opposite Iwakatsu and asked with concern, looking at those fiery red eyes that were looking at him.

"It's nothing."

Yan Sheng didn't grieve for long. He wasn't going to get old, and the little guy was still young. They would meet again someday.

"OK……"

The air suddenly fell silent. These two brothers, who had lived for hundreds of years, had no idea how to get along with each other.

Yan Sheng felt very embarrassed, extremely embarrassed.

In all the years he'd been here, he'd only spent less than three days alone with Yoriichi Tsugikuni, and that was while he was conscious. Feeling Yoriichi Tsugikuni's unwavering gaze, Iwakatsu got up and picked up the Hollow Crying God from nearby.

If you've trained well, and it's been a while since you've trained, don't be rusty when you need to.

"Brother, where are you going?"

Yoriichi Tsugikuni stood up as well, and when he saw Iwakatsu's gaze turn to him, he paused in his steps.

"practise……"

Iwakatsu secretly rolled his eyes. Did Yoriichi Tsugikuni think he was going to run away?

"Yes, elder brother."

Yoriichi Tsugikuni stood there watching Iwakatsu leave, then put away his Go set and followed him, watching Iwakatsu wave the illusory Kyoujin around.

The purple kimono fluttered with his movements, and Yoriichi Tsugikuni seemed to be transported back to the scene when he watched Iwakatsu practice as a child, just like now.

Iwakatsu knew, of course, that Yoriichi Tsugikuni was watching. He unconsciously became a little anxious and speechless. Did the other party have nothing better to do?

Um, it seems like nothing's wrong.

Iwakatsu stopped what he was doing, turned to look at Yoriichi Tsugikuni, and tried to make him realize and go back inside on his own.

"What's wrong, brother?"

Yoriichi's strange question, not understanding why Iwakatsu suddenly stopped what he was doing, pulled him back from his memories.

Well, I must be dreaming.

Iwakatsu turned back indifferently and continued swinging his sword. He began to think about Tokito Ichiro's great-great-great-grandson. Just as Iwakatsu was entering a deep state of practice, he received a long-awaited communication request from his superior.

"..." Finished

Iwakatsu stopped swinging his sword, looked up at Yoriichi Tsugikuni sitting silently beside him, and felt a toothache.

"I'm going out for a walk, don't follow me."

Iwakatsu retrieved the illusory cry, spoke to Yoriichi Tsugikuni, and turned to leave, though he could see out of the corner of his eye that the other remained standing in the same spot.

"Wumei...sir."

After leaving quickly, Yan Sheng accepted Boss Xie's request and lowered his eyes respectfully.

"Kuroshibo, why are you so slow?"

The other party's displeased voice came through, and Yan Sheng felt that he hadn't heard that voice in a long time, although he didn't really want to hear it.

"Feel sorry…"

Unable to explain, Yan Sheng could only apologize and change the subject, only to hear the other party scoff disdainfully.

"Kuroshibo, if you have time, go and check out the location of the Twelve Demon Moons. Recently, the chances of Lower Rank Demons being killed by the Demon Slayer Corps have increased. Three or four have died in the last few years."

Seemingly realizing something, Kibutsuji Muzan's anger flared even more, muttering in dissatisfaction, "What a bunch of useless trash."

Yan Sheng felt his vision go black. This task from the scoundrel Boss was really difficult. There was a ticking time bomb next to him.

If I go to see it, even more people will die...

Kibutsuji Muzan noticed that Iwakatsu was silent and asked in a puzzled tone, since Iwakatsu usually agreed immediately.

"Your subordinate... obeys."

Iwakatsu could only reluctantly accept the task; his only option now was to find a way to separate from Yoriichi Tsugikuni as soon as possible.

"Okay, that's settled then, everything's fine."

After finishing his sentence, Muzan Kibutsuji hung up the call, leaving Kokushibo with a troublesome task. While Kokushibo was worrying, Yoriichi Tsugikuni stood not far away, his expression slightly somber.

He had just heard Iwakatsu's words and knew that Muzan Kibutsuji had come looking for Iwakatsu, which made him tighten his grip on the tree, tearing the bark of the trunk.

It seems I'll need to have a proper talk with Ms. Tamayo when I have time.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni was conflicted. He worried that if he left now, he would not be able to find Iwakatsu later, but the possibility of him staying with him was also very small.

Iwakatsu didn't notice Yoriichi Tsugikuni; instead, he was pondering what Muzan Kibutsuji had said. It was quite normal for a few Lower Moon demons to die in the last two years. After all, in less than a few months, the Upper Moons would also begin to disappear, including Muzan himself.

Never mind, let's go back.

Yan Sheng took a few steps, then suddenly noticed a tree trunk that had been damaged not far away, and his mind went blank for a moment. Yan Sheng stopped and looked around, but didn't find anything, so he frowned.

"illusion?"

Iwakatsu slowly walked back and saw Yoriichi Tsugikuni standing there, staring blankly at the setting moon. Sensing Iwakatsu's gaze, Yoriichi turned and looked at him, his fiery red eyes appearing like crystal.

"Brother, it's almost dawn."