Chapter 92 Teaching

Tokito Yuichiro was also stunned. He thought of the demon that had suddenly rushed in and tortured him and Muichiro, and his hands clenched involuntarily.

If, if...

Iwakatsu noticed that Tokito Ichiro was acting strangely. He looked over worriedly, but Tokito Ichiro didn't make any move. He was still aware of his own weakness.

"Lord Kokushibo, so this is your descendant~."

Doma watched, a slight smile playing on his lips. He could sense Ichiro Tokito's emotions. He was curious why Iwakatsu would adopt a child who had a problem with demons.

"……yes."

Iwakatsu didn't explain much. He nodded to Doma, said something to Nakime, and then an open door appeared in front of him.

"They're gone."

Iwakatsu nudged Tokito Ichiro, who was still lost in his own emotions, and slowly stepped through the wooden door. Tokito Ichiro was startled, then realized what was happening and quickly followed after him.

The instant he stepped over, Tokito Ichiro unconsciously turned his head and saw Doma smiling at him, the other man opening his fan and pointing his mouth at him.

Goodbye, poor thing~.

These inexplicable words sent chills down Tokito Ichiro's spine, and he quickly turned around and stepped over the wooden door.

"What's wrong."

Looking at Tokito Ichiro's flustered appearance, Iwakatsu couldn't help but frown. This child was not one to be easily frightened.

"fine."

Tokito Ichiro shook his head and looked up at Iwakatsu. He hadn't paid attention before, but now he was a little curious about the words in the other's golden eyes.

"Brother, what do your eyes mean?"

Demons are ranked, as Tokito Ichiro noticed during his days of action with Iwakatsu. They had encountered demons before, but they were all terrified of Iwakatsu.

Yan Sheng paused for a moment, unsure how to answer the question. He felt it would be beneath him to say that he was second only to one demon and above all others.

"Never mind that... many things, let's go."

Iwakatsu took Tokito Muichiro to a courtyard in the mountains, intending to stay there for a while. The house belonged to the scumbag boss.

There was no one else in the yard besides the two of them, so Tokito Ichiro had to take the money and go to a distant town to buy ingredients, but in reality, he did nothing most of the time.

He looked at Yan Sheng sitting there. He knew that the food of demons was humans, but he had never seen the other eat.

"Brother, aren't you hungry?"

After holding it in for several days, Tokito Ichiro finally asked the question, and he could sense that the other party was quite tolerant of him.

Iwakatsu paused in his sword-wielding motion, then turned to look at Tokito Ichiro, who was sitting curiously on the wooden veranda.

I'm not hungry.

After answering, Yan Sheng then waved the illusory crying god away, feeling stiff from sleeping for so long.

Tonight is a full moon. Tokito Ichiro watched Iwakatsu practicing in the yard. Iwakatsu's movements were fast and beautiful, and his long black hair fluttered in the wind.

Having not noticed before, Tokito Ichiro only then realized that Iwakatsu, in his mimicry form, had a pair of fiery red eyes, calm yet profound; he had seen eyes of that color before.

Tokito Ichiro thought of his father, who had gone out and never returned. Both the father and Muichiro were good people who thought of others, unlike himself.

Iwakatsu was well aware that Tokito Ichiro had been watching him. As soon as he finished a movement, he smoothly sheathed his sword. He turned around, his back to the moonlight, and looked at Tokito Ichiro, asking in a serious tone.

"Do you... want to learn swordsmanship...?"

The Breath of the Moon needs a successor, needs to be learned by others, after all, only when someone learns and passes it on can it be the way of the sword.

Yan Sheng knew he wouldn't die, and with the system's help, he might live even longer, but he still hoped that this breathing technique, representing Jikuni Yan Sheng and himself, would be passed down.

Even if there is only one person

Tokito Yuichiro was stunned. He didn't expect Iwakatsu to ask this. He remembered what Amane had said when she came to find him and Muichiro.

“You are the descendants of the original breathing techniques.”

Could that person be referring to him? Then why did he turn into a ghost?

Tokito Ichiro hadn't forgotten that this so-called breathing technique existed to slay demons.

"I want to learn."

He wanted to become stronger, so he wouldn't be helpless when he encountered demons again. If Muichiro joined the Demon Slayer Corps, he would definitely become stronger. As the older brother, he couldn't fall behind.

"good."

Iwakatsu remembered that Tokito Muichiro was very talented, becoming a Pillar in just two months and creating the Breath of Mist. He felt that Tokito Yuichiro, who was born at the same time, must also have outstanding talent.

Like Kokushibo and Yoriichi, even if their talents are not as good as those of the "Children of God," they are indeed better than others.

From then on, Iwakatsu taught Tokito Ichiro Kendo, and the latter indeed learned very quickly, just as he had expected.

"Move... faster."

When Iwakatsu was imparting his experience and teaching breathing techniques, he was not as kind as usual. He would scold Ichiro Tokito for his mistakes and would even physically correct him from time to time.

"Adjusting...breathing, the effort, the place... is wrong."

Tokito Ichiro was so tired that he felt like he was about to collapse, but fortunately, he had always helped carry and chop firewood since he was a child, so he could grit his teeth and persevere.

"Concentrate... You'll only get beaten up if you keep doing this."

Iwakatsu's merciless words made Tokito Ichiro wonder if the other party was the same demon who had been lenient with him before. He had been thoroughly scolded these past few days.

Yan Sheng was habitual; he couldn't help but teach others, but he felt he had already restrained himself and hadn't used foul language.

"Today, swing...one hundred more times."

"……knew."

——

Yoriichi Tsugikuni could sense that the demons had become much more restrained in their actions over the years, and he also noticed the growing strength of the Demon Slayer Corps.

"It's snowing."

He looked up and realized that more than a month had passed since he received Tamayo's letter, but no matter how hard he searched, he could not find any trace of her.

The white snow fell slowly. Yoriichi Tsugikuni looked at the people hurrying by on the road. He should have been by his older brother's side at this time, experiencing the changing seasons with him.

"Kyojuro, over here."

"They're here."

Yoriichi Tsugikuni saw a familiar figure run past him, wearing a black uniform and carrying a Nichirin Blade. It was a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.

He watched the other person's receding figure, comparing it to the image of a close friend deep in his memory.

Are they descendants of Xi Shoulang?

As Yoriichi stood there watching, he realized in that instant that so many years had truly passed.

"Um?"

As if sensing something, Rengoku Kyojuro turned his head. Under the cover of snow, he could only vaguely make out a person standing there, whose red haori fluttered from time to time, making him stand out even more against the white background.

"What's wrong, Kyojuro?"

The Demon Slayer Corps members who were traveling with him noticed that Rengoku Kyojuro had suddenly stopped and turned around to ask him curiously.

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

Rengoku Kyojuro lifted his foot and chased after him, the two walking further and further apart in the snow-covered streets.