Chapter 043

Under the eaves of the outer corridor, the three of them finished all the meals that Qingxi had prepared at the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters yesterday, among whom Rengoku Kyojuro made the most significant contribution.

Qingxi put away the clothes she was sewing, and the four of them each took the empty bowls and basins in front of them. Of course, the one she was holding was the big basin that Jiro used after eating the almond cabbage, and they went to wash them together.

"Mr. Tomioka's body is almost fully recovered. Are you ready to leave the clinic and take on the mission next?"

The four people squatted by the well, washing dishes and chatting casually. Then, someone mentioned the ghost first, and naturally the conversation of the others turned to the only ghost-slaying swordsman among them, Giyu Tomioka.

Tomioka Giyu, who had received a reforged Nichirin sword from the same swordsmith who forged his own Nichirin sword a few days ago, said indifferently, "I haven't received the mission yet."

"Speaking of this, I have a question." Qingxi stopped washing halfway.

Because the girl's expression was too serious when she spoke, the other three people stopped what they were doing and looked at her.

Qingxi coughed lightly, turned her head left and right, and looked around. After making sure that no one else was around, she asked, "As someone who accepts missions as long as they are not injured and fights demons when they encounter them, why doesn't the lord provide each demon slayer with a set of armor or other defensive tools?

Even considering that full-body armor is too heavy and would limit the speed of the ghost hunter, it is still possible to arrange for armor that can protect some vital parts of the human body."

The question she raised now was a little sensitive. She was worried that if someone around her had a bad idea, she would think that she was shaking the morale of the troops, or if someone really followed her idea and thought badly about Ubuyashiki Kakuya, it would be a serious sin.

So, when there were only a few children around, she asked this question.

Rengoku Kyojuro scratched his hair with his wet hands. "Father told me that the Demon Slayer Corps uniforms are made of a special fiber..."

Qingxi thought back to the tattered Demon Slayer uniforms worn by the wounded who were carried or brought in by the Anbu members. She shook her head and said, "They can probably only withstand attacks from weaker demons, so why not wear some armor? Well, forget about heavy armor, but chain mail should be enough."

Rengoku Kyojuro was speechless. He really couldn't answer this question.

Facing the owl blinking its innocent round eyes at her, Qingxi turned her head to look at Tomioka Giyu.

Tomioka Giyu: “…”

Tomioka Giyuu tilted his head expressionlessly as he thought for a moment, "A burden."

Qingxi: “…”

Rengoku Kyojuro: “…”

Rengoku Chijuro: "..."

Qingxi pondered for a long time before uncertainly expressing what he wanted to express. "Because for those powerful ghosts, they can easily penetrate and break the armor. Is that what you mean?"

Tomioka Giyu nodded.

Tomioka Giyu couldn't understand. Hadn't he explained it clearly? Why did both Aki and the Rengoku brothers look as if they couldn't keep up with him?

Qingxi took a deep breath and then let it out slowly. She said with the mood of an old mother worried about her son: "Mr. Tomioka, can you say a few more words when answering other people's questions in the future?

It will make people feel confused and confused, and it will also make people feel that you are a very arrogant and conceited person."

Tomioka Giyu lowered his head and continued washing the dishes, "I'm different from you."

Qingxi: “???”

What makes you different from us?

We are all different, each of us has a different situation.

We are waiting for you here

We are different, but we will experience different things

We all hope to meet again in the next life

...What the hell! It's not like he's singing.

This time Qingxi couldn't understand it either.

…

Qingxi decided not to embarrass herself and continued with the previous topic.

So what were they talking about just now?

Oh, a powerful ghost can easily break the armor.

"Is it that the armor currently on the market can be shattered by those powerful ghosts with a single blow?"

Tomioka. His sister and best friend were killed by demons, so he paid no attention to his surroundings and focused on killing demons. Giyu: "..."

He really doesn't know the answer to this question.

Seeing that the other party couldn't answer, Qingxi understood.

Don't blame him.

Look at his age, he is only one year older than Kyojuro, and he is already a demon hunter in the Demon Slayer Corps. Kyojuro is currently training in the dojo at home with other people who come to the dojo to learn swordsmanship. Of course, as the son of the dojo owner, he has a little advantage over others because of some backdoor connections. However, in general, swordsmanship and training still depend on a little bit of talent and a lot of hard work.

In short, the two of them standing together are an obvious control group, one "has no mother to love him" and the other "has a mother to love him".

Back to the topic, because they are too young, no matter they are a member of the Demon Slayer Corps or their family is a demon-slaying family, they are still too young for them. They are simple-minded and only think about how to kill more demons. They also do not have a particularly deep understanding of the Demon Slayer Corps, which is commonly known as not understanding the more core situation.

"Wait a moment." Qingxi stuffed the rice bowl belonging to Jiro into the hands of Kyojuro beside her, shook off the water stains on her hands, and trotted to the clinic in the light rain outside.

When she came back, the three people who had finished washing their meals from afar saw her holding something in her arms and a basket on her wrist.

Tomioka Giyu and Rengoku Kyojuro each took the things from her hands. Rengoku Kyojuro looked left and right curiously and asked, "Sister Aki, what are these?"

Sitting back on the corridor under the eaves, Qingxi picked up the crocodile skin of the Gala crocodile and spread it on the floor.

The Galah crocodile, catch level 5, is known for having the title of the highest quality crocodile meat in the world and has an average lifespan of nearly 150 years.

Of course, Qingxi doesn't want to eat meat today, but needs the crocodile skin.

"This looks like crocodile...skin?" Rengoku Kyojuro, who was a little more knowledgeable, said in an uncertain tone.

It's not his fault that he was confused, because the skin Qingxi took out was very large. The most important point was that the marks of being cut by sharp tools on the edge were too obvious, as if she had only taken out a small part of a complete skin.

So the question is, is there such a large crocodile skin in the world?

Even if it is spliced, how many pieces of skin are needed?

"Shh!" With her index finger raised to her lips, the girl took out the short knife that Jiro had picked up as food money from the basket beside her. She held the handle with her hand and pulled the short knife out with just a light pull. After thinking for a while about how to scratch the crocodile skin of the Gala crocodile, she poked the tip of the knife downwards. Then, well, the sharp short knife, which was still shining with a cold light when it was pulled out, flattened at the tip.

Three people: "..."

Although it seemed that they knew what Ah Xi/Sister Ah Xi wanted to express, why did they feel that the dagger held in her hand was so pitiful?

Rengoku Kyojuro: “…” What a pity.

Giyu Tomioka: "..." Let's find a swordsmith to help sharpen it.

Rengoku Chijuro: "..." Seeing how skillfully Sister Axi used a kitchen knife, he thought she could also use a knife, but now it seems that Sister Axi really knows nothing about knives.

Qingxi, completely unaware that the three of them were worried about the knife in her hand, also had a hint of embarrassment on her face. She coughed, quickly sheathed the dagger, and put it back into the basket. She said, "Anyway, don't ask where these things came from. My lord knows. I just want to let Mr. Tomioka see if this crocodile skin can be used as close-fitting armor."

She pointed to the spot where she had been stabbed with the dagger. "You saw it just now. Ordinary swords and knives can't hurt it. Besides, it has two advantages: it's soft and lighter than chain mail."

Qingxi's way of changing the subject was completely utterly clueless, but fortunately her words attracted the attention of the three people.

Even if Giyu Tomioka stroked the skin of the Gala crocodile, he could not give him an answer on the polo ball.

He said, "Not sure, let's try."

Although Qingxi's move just now seemed to outsiders to have punched the crocodile's skin very hard, in the eyes of Tomioka Giyu, that punch was nothing.

Rengoku Kyojuro was eager to try, "Hmm, then I'll help too."

Rengoku Kyojuro and Tomioka Giyu, two experienced hands, quickly rolled up a Gala crocodile in the yard outside the eaves and made a rough trial cutting platform.

Kiyoki, Rengoku Kyojuro, and Rengoku Chijuro stood under the eaves, leaving Tomioka Giyu facing the execution platform.

Rengoku Kyojuro was watching Tomioka Giyuu, who had already drawn his Nichirin Sword, and at the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the girl's confident look. He was startled and said, "Aki, you are very confident about that crocodile skin."

Back then, when she was still a novice gourmet hunter and had no money at all, she traveled around with a crocodile skin, which served as both a pot and a trap.

It came from the fire and went into the beasts, but it was still in good condition. She used it for more than half a year, and it was finally broken because it encountered prey of a higher level than the one it could catch.

Although Qingxi thought so in his heart, he would not say it out loud. "It's useless for me to be confident. I have to see it first before it counts."

While the two were talking, Tomioka Giyu had already drawn the Nichirin Sword in his hand.

Water Breathing. Type 1 Water Surface Slash

Water Breathing. Type II Waterwheel

"How's it going?" After repeatedly slashing at the Gala crocodile skin, Qingxi trotted over after Tomioka Giyu stopped attacking and put the Nichirin Sword into the scabbard, and the two Rengoku brothers followed her out.

The four men spread the rolled-up crocodile skin out on the floor again, examining it head to head to make sure there wasn't a single trace of a knife cut. Qingxi said proudly, hands on his hips, "The last step is to try and find a ghost."

Looking at the girl who was a little drunk, the three boys looked at each other.

This attempt at finding a ghost might not work.

No, it should be said that under normal circumstances, it would be wishful thinking to find a ghost and ask them to help test the defense of this crocodile skin. So if you really want to find a ghost to try it, you can only go with "abnormal situation".

Qingxi opened her mouth, and just as she was about to say something, a crow flew towards them.

Although the magpies are generally black, it is not easy to distinguish them, but for those that Qingxi raises, he can still identify them by their habits after spending a long time with them.

The crow flying towards them in the sky was obviously not any of the ones she had fed in the crow house.

"Young men are disappearing in the southeast village. Tomioka Giyuu, please hurry and investigate."

The black crow circled in the sky for a while, then landed on the eaves and cried.

Okay, this is Tomioka Giyu's crow.

Seeing that the other party was about to leave with the Nichirin Sword, Qingxi quickly grabbed him.

When the other party looked at her, she didn't care about the food backpack. In short, she had brought up the issue of the armor, so there must be a result.

As the three of them were bewildered, she took out the Gala crocodile leather armor she had made for herself from her gourmet backpack and put it on Tomioka Giyu. "Originally, I was thinking that when I had time, I could make a set of leather armor based on your body shape, Mr. Tomioka, and wear it in a battle with the demons to see how well it defended. However, that's no longer possible now.

This is something I… well, it’s something I made before. It’s a little rough, a little big, and… a little ugly, but it doesn’t matter as long as it’s usable.”

Joints of the chest, back, arms, and legs...

The upper body is a simple vest style that goes directly to the neck. There is no need to worry about the neck being strangled, because if it is strangled, the Gala crocodile itself will first be disgusted with its own skin.

As for the joints of the remaining hands and feet, she originally installed knee pads and wrist pads in the form of sticky cylindrical ones. Well, appearance is not important, what matters is its practicality, right?

In just a short while, Tomioka Giyu was completely armed by Qingxi...

Qingxi took two steps back. Even though she was the one who helped the other person put on the leather armor, she looked speechless after looking at him.

She coughed lightly, her eyes drifting away. "Although it looks a bit horrible, it's absolutely practical. ...Next time, next time Mr. Tomioka comes, um, when we pass by the clinic, I'll make you a new one based on your body shape. This one was really too sudden."

Seeing the normal boy suddenly transformed into the expressionless beast Rengoku Kyojuro burst into laughter, "Looking at you Tomioka, it really seems like you've changed your style."

Taking the haori that had been taken off to wear leather armor and putting it back on, Tomioka Giyu said, "I'm leaving."

Qingxi called the resident again: "Wait."

Tomioka Giyu looked at her.

"Mr. Tomioka, take this and open it to eat when you're hungry on the road." Qingxi rummaged through the food backpack and handed him two square, white, and soft objects that looked like wooden boxes and were wrapped in large leaves.

When the other person took it, she took out another one to demonstrate to him.

"When you're hungry, do this... break it hard." As she spoke, she took both sides of the "wooden box" with both hands and broke it hard. In an instant, white hot steam came out of the white "wooden box". Then, the originally hard appearance slowly softened, revealing the inside which looked like beef fried noodles just out of the pan.

Rice Cake Fried Noodles Box, capture level 0, artificially cultivated, soft rice cakes wrapped with just the right amount of beef fried noodles. If you encounter it in the wild, basically if you encounter a Rice Cake Fried Noodles Box tree, you can find a group of Rice Cake Fried Noodles Box trees nearby. It was Qingxi's meal choice when hunting in the wild.

"Everything is fine now." Qingxi said and waved to Giyu Tomioka.

No, you are fine, but he is.

If he hadn't known that Qingxi could stand in the sun and didn't have the bloody smell of someone eating someone, Tomioka Giyu would have associated her with a ghost.

However, isn't her ability to easily pick things up from the air really some kind of vampire magic similar to that of ghosts?

Giyu Tomioka was puzzled, puzzled, and wanted an explanation.

Seeing that the person who was obviously anxious to leave suddenly stopped, Qingxi tilted her head, and in a trance she thought of the Water Pillar Hasegawa Naoto and seemed to understand something.

She said, "My lord, the pillar, and Dr. Ueno all know about my situation, but it's not appropriate to explain it to everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps. So if you're worried, Mr. Tomioka, you can go to the clinic and see Dr. Ueno for confirmation."

Tomioka Giyu was silent for a moment, then said "No need", turned around and left with his crow.

After watching the other person leave, Qingxi gave the box of rice cake fried noodles that was broken in half to the two owls beside her. Even if they didn't say anything, she could feel their curiosity about what she was holding.