Chapter 158 The Unexpected Occurrence

Tokito Ichiro rubbed his temples. He shouldn't have been so irritable. It was clear that lack of sleep was still a problem.

He wasn't a good older brother; he always belittled and suppressed his kind younger brother. He couldn't change the suffering, so he could only force Muichiro to adapt to it with him.

"Gah—I'm going!"

The sudden sound caught Ichiro's attention. When he went over, he saw two crows fighting, each seemingly trying to humiliate the other, frantically tearing at the other's feathers.

"Hmph, you bald bastard—".

"Hey, who cares about you? You always look at people with that silly, craning-your-neck expression."

Yuchiro recognized one of them as Yukiko Kasugai, who was following him. He heard that the swordsman she used to follow had died half a year ago, and he was heartbroken for a long time before he started working again.

"Yukiko, what's wrong?"

Yukiko, who was originally confronting the crow, heard the sound, flapped her wings and flew to Ichiro's shoulder, looking down at the crow opposite her, and scoffed disdainfully.

"Gah—this is the new swordsman you've been following? So…"

Yinzi originally wanted to say something sarcastic, but she froze when she saw the other person's face.

"Why aren't you saying anything now? Are you dumbfounded? Don't you usually always have to chime in on everything?"

Yukiko chuckled. Of course, she knew what the Mist Pillar that Ginko was following looked like. When she first saw Ichiro, she thought she had come to the wrong place. She just loved seeing him looking frustrated.

"Why do you like imitating other birds so much?! Muichiro is the descendant of a Sun Breathing user, he's a genius!"

"Oh dear, our Ichiro is a genius too, what's so great about him? He doesn't know the Breath of the Sun."

Ah, this was the first time Yuichiro had ever seen crows arguing, and his first instinct was that Iwakatsu would definitely be very interested. He covered his face, feeling that he really wasn't quite normal, with the cacophony of two crows in his ears.

"Yukiko, stop arguing, let's go."

Ichiro understood as well, and knew that the other party was Muichiro's Kasugai Crow. He patted Yukiko's ruffled back, and she nodded obediently, then turned back to give Gin a disdainful snort.

Ginko was furious at Yukiko's appearance, and she flew up and yelled in dissatisfaction, saying some really unpleasant things.

"Muichiro and I are twins. He's like a younger brother to me in every sense of the word. Now go back quietly, or I'll go with you to let Lord Mist Pillar taste the bird soup."

Already seething with anger, Ichiro was getting annoyed. He grabbed the silver, stared at it with a look of utter contempt, and said in an unfriendly tone, "I don't want to hear any more information about Muichiro for the time being, especially not this kind of useless stuff."

"Gah—you...you're not as kind as Muichiro at all, sob sob sob."

With that, Gin fluttered its wings and flew away. Ichiro fell silent; what the other person said wasn't wrong. He was indeed not as kind as Muichiro, and he was more selfish, failing to inherit his parents' kind nature of helping others and protecting them.

In the following days, Ichiro insisted on wielding his sword every day. He was unable to take on missions on his own, so he could only wait for Tanjiro to leave together. He sheathed his sword and looked around. He hadn't seen Tanjiro for so many days.

He frowned, deciding to go for a soak in the hot spring and, while he was there, look for Tanjiro along the way to see how he was doing. Following the pebbled path, he arrived at the hot spring, where he saw Shinazugawa Genya tidying his clothes.

"Good evening."

He had run into the other person a few days ago, and they had exchanged a few words after greeting each other. Yuchiro took off his clothes; for convenience, he was wearing wooden clogs and a bath kimono.

"Good evening."

Although Genya looks fierce, he has a good personality. He nodded to Ichiro and was about to leave when Ichiro called him back.

"Have you seen Tanjiro? I haven't seen him for days."

Xuanmi paused, as if he had thought of something, and scratched his hair in frustration.

“I saw him yesterday afternoon. He said he was dying from training. He's waiting for a knife, saying it will take three days and three nights to sharpen. Don't you go out to practice every day? You probably just missed it.”

"I see, thank you."

Yuichiro nodded, thanked Genya, and then soaked in the hot spring by himself. The hot spring was very comfortable, making him feel less tired. Looking at the crescent moon in the sky, he felt his mood calm down.

"Bang—".

It's so noisy, what's that sound?

Yuichiro opened his eyes and saw a flock of birds taking flight in the distance, accompanied by a noisy commotion mixed with screams. He frowned, left the hot spring, and put on his clothes. He sensed the presence of a demon. Grabbing his Nichirin Blade, he ran frantically towards the source of the demon's aura, a bad feeling creeping over him.

"Help--."

Ichiro turned his head and saw a villager from the sword-forging village having his leg bitten by a goldfish monster. The goldfish monster, with arms about two meters long, was drooling, its two eyes constantly moving, and it had a jade pot engraved with patterns on its back.

How disgusting

Ichiro stepped forward, his blade flashing as he cleaved the goldfish monster in two. He pulled the villager out, then swung his blade again, cutting him into pieces.

This isn't a ghost; it must be a ghost's spell.

As Yuichiro watched the monster, whose head was being chopped off and was still rapidly growing back, his gaze fixed on the conspicuous jade pot on its back. He leaped up and slashed the pot in two with his long sword.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

In an instant, the goldfish monster let out a shrill scream, causing Ichiro to instinctively cover his ears. With a gust of wind, the monster turned to ashes and gradually dissipated into the air.

"Thank you, thank you."

The rescued villager couldn't help but hug Ichiro and cry. The strange mask and tears made him look even more bizarre. Ichiro awkwardly pushed the other person away.

"Find a place to hide yourself. I'm busy and don't have time to wait for you here."

Ichiro pulled the villagers off his body, scolded them from above, and then ran wildly in the direction he had sensed earlier. He was worried about Tanjiro and Muichiro and had to get there quickly.

He traversed the pebbled path, slaying numerous goldfish monsters carrying pots. The aura he sensed grew ever closer, and he was certain that this time, it was definitely an Upper Moon demon.

From afar, he saw the commotion. A figure nimbly flipped in the air, a cyan blade of light cleaving the pot on the roof, landing steadily on it, watching the fragments roll away.

Muichiro

Yuichiro tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword slightly, and quickened his pace. Not far away, the pot on the ground wriggled, and a body with small arms like a centipede stretched out. Yuichiro watched the pale body meander along, and could only see strange purple hair and four arms growing out from the sides.

Gyoku was extremely dissatisfied with Muichiro for damaging his artwork. He clenched his baby-like arms into fists, raised his head, and roared.

"You actually slashed my teapot, my artwork! You stinky monkeys with absolutely no sense of aesthetics!!! It seems your brains are all muscles, and you're incapable of understanding my art. Well, that's fine."

As she spoke, a white pot with leaves and purple patterns suddenly appeared in Yu Hu's hand, and several goldfish swam out of it. They floated up unsteadily, their cheeks bulging out suddenly as they spat out dozens of sharp bone spikes at Wu Yilang.

"Blood Demon Art - Thousand Needles - Fish Kill".

Ichiro watched as Muichiro dodged with incredible speed, then charged at the two defenseless sword-forging villagers, followed by dozens of sharp bone spikes.

Muichiro! ! !

"Breathing of the Moon, Second Form: Pearl Moon Dance".