The next day, early morning.
Chinatsu and the Demon Slayer Corps arrived at the harbor pier, where a ship bound for another country was docked. Chinatsu was about to board this ship to begin the first chapter of her journey.
As Chika gazed at the boundless horizon, memories of everything she had experienced since her reincarnation flooded her mind like a tidal wave.
Yes... so much time has passed already.
A faint smile appeared on Chika's face as she recalled her initial reincarnation, when she was covered in wounds because of Muzan.
At that time, she was really at a loss. She crawled out of the house while almost unconscious and eventually fainted. She was in a very sorry state.
However, things are different now. After getting through the most difficult beginner period, he trained in the deep mountains with Tanjiro under the tutelage of Master Urokodaki. After leaving the mountains, he was either slaying demons or on his way to slay demons, striving to fight against the tragedy in the original story.
Fortunately, it ended happily.
Chika turned around and looked at the Demon Slayer Corps members who had come to see her off. Their safety was a result of Chika's efforts.
"Chika, you can't forget us after you go abroad! If you forget us, I...I...Wow!!!"
Although everyone had agreed not to cry, when they actually arrived at the scene, Mitsuri couldn't hold back and burst into tears.
However, Mitsuri's loud crying did not affect the atmosphere. After all, everyone had expected that Mitsuri would burst into tears. On the contrary, it was strange that Mitsuri did not cry.
With a smile, the lord took out the group photos taken yesterday and just developed from his pocket, and handed one to each of them.
Finally, he also handed the camera he had used to take the photos the day before to Chika.
Compared to the rest of the world, this country is indeed too small. On a global scale, even Ubuyashiki Hajime cannot continue to take care of Chinatsu.
However, he wasn't worried about Chika. After all, Chika was a key swordsman in the battle against the Demon King Muzan. Rather than worrying about the safety of such a person, he was more concerned about whether she would slip on a banana peel and fall on her bottom while walking.
Although the curse that God had placed on their family had faded because of Muzan's death, he had still been troubled by this curse for so long and had vomited so much blood before.
According to his son's meticulous calculations, the blood his lord had vomited over the years could fill an entire bathtub.
As they chatted, a series of loud horn blasts came from the ship docked at the pier. Hearing this, everyone turned to look at the ship, knowing that it was almost time.
"Chika! Don't forget to send the letter! Although none of us are planning to go abroad, we're still very curious about the outside world!" Rengoku Kyojuro said with his arms crossed and a smile.
Everyone agreed, saying that this point was very important.
Mitsuri, who had been wailing, now held back her tears. As she wiped them away, she added, "Photos, more photos... just sending letters back isn't enough..."
Hearing Mitsuri's words, everyone was taken aback, and then they all agreed that Mitsuri was right, and that the photo was also very important.
Chika smiled and nodded in agreement. Actually, even if Miki hadn't mentioned it, she had planned to include some photos with the letter, but she considered it a basic procedure, so she didn't bring it up.
At this moment, the ships docked at the pier sounded their horns, signaling their imminent departure, and everyone knew it was time to part ways.
"Well then, everyone, I'll be going now."
Chika waved her hand and said her final goodbye to everyone. Then she joined the crowd of people who were rushing to board the ship and went to the deck inside the ship.
Tumbling steam rose from the smokestack as the ship slowly sailed from the dock toward the boundless sea. She leaned against the railing on the ship's deck, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the sea breeze blowing in her face.
This dangerous move was quickly noticed by the crew members on the ship, and one of them hurriedly ran to Chika's side.
"Miss, what you're doing is too dangerous. You should go back to your room quickly. It would be terrible if you fell."
The crew members tried to dissuade her, but Qianxia, of course, wouldn't be so ungrateful as to say she wasn't afraid and that he shouldn't worry about her.
"Thank you, I'll go back to my room now."
Chika politely thanked the crew member for his advice. Perhaps influenced by her extraordinary aura, the crew member, watching Chika's departing figure, couldn't help but suddenly raise his arm and utter a question.
"May I ask where your destination is, miss...? Um, I'm just asking, because this ship will be passing through many countries along the way..."
The crew member's cheeks inexplicably turned red halfway through his sentence, because he felt that his behavior resembled flirting, even though he had no such intention.
Upon hearing the crew member's question, Chika stopped in her tracks. With a faint smile, she turned to look at the crew member and, after a moment's thought, gave an answer that left the crew member somewhat bewildered.
"I don't have a destination, or rather, all countries are my targets. I'll come one by one. Anyway, I have plenty of time."
After Qianxia finished speaking, she continued to step forward and entered the rest area of the ship, leaving the ship's crew members who were confused, feeling as if they had both understood and not understood.
Back in her room, Chika lay down lazily on her bed, arms crossed, gazing at the ceiling. Listening to the sounds of the sea breeze, waves, and seagulls, she quietly closed her eyes.
Time flies, and life is fleeting.
In this era without demons, history continued to move forward. It is worth mentioning that the historical changes that followed did not develop in the way Chika remembered from her previous life.
While the world isn't entirely free of conflict like a utopia, it's relatively minor compared to the Second World War that Chinatsu had in mind.
Modern Tokyo.
A boy who looked quite similar to Tanjiro Kamado groggily opened his eyes. When he saw the alarm clock next to him, his eyes widened in surprise.
"I'm...I'm late...I'm going to be late!!!"
The boy named Kamado Tanjiro hurriedly got out of bed, muttering to himself about why no one had woken him up.
He quickly put on his clothes, packed his school supplies, shouted "I'm off!", and then opened the window. He nimbly jumped and tumbled out of the window and onto the outside.
He ran quickly toward the school in a straight line, even passing through other people's houses along the way, saying "Excuse me!" all the while.
Just as he was rushing to school, a boy who looked quite like Kyojuro Rengoku suddenly appeared behind him.
"Tanyan, the weather is so nice today!"
"Good morning, Momojuro!"
The two ran and talked, with Momojuro explaining that he was late because he had lost track of time while exercising in the morning. He said that if his father hadn't slapped him, he would still be in his room and wouldn't be able to hear anything.
The two ran to a crossroads and quickly turned. They were originally confident that they could quickly avoid pedestrians who suddenly appeared at the corner of the intersection, but they were in for a big surprise.
Tanjiro was hit and fell to the ground with a "thud!" while Momojuro next to him stopped in surprise.
"Tan Yan, are you alright?!"
When Momojuro asked him, Tanjiro immediately waved his hand to indicate that he was fine. He looked up and wanted to ask the person he had bumped into if he was alright, but before he could finish speaking, a hand reached out from in front of him.
Are you alright?
Despite hearing a voice he'd never heard before, it felt strangely familiar. Tan Yan looked up at the person in front of him and saw that she was an older woman, probably two or three years his senior, who gave him a feeling that he'd seen her somewhere before.
Tan Yan instinctively reached out and grabbed the girl's hand as he got up from the ground. After a brief moment of surprise, he quickly bowed and apologized, "I'm sorry, it's because I ran too fast. I'll be more careful next time!"
Tanyan's words reached the ears of the girl in front of him. She simply pursed her lips, smiled faintly, and then patted his shoulder with one hand.
"This will not happen again."
After saying that, she walked lightly past the two of them and slowly disappeared from their sight.
Tanjiro blinked blankly, still somewhat unsettled. Momojuro beside him felt the same way, but more so than that, the fact that they were about to be late forcefully pulled them back to reality.
"Tanyan! We're going to be late!"
"What? My perfect attendance record!"
The two quickly turned around and continued rushing towards the school. Just as the school's iron gate was about to close, they actually took a big leap and used their hands to support themselves on the top of the iron gate to jump into the school.
Accompanying them to the school area was a police car that followed closely behind due to concerns about their traffic safety.
That afternoon.
A phone call came into the Kamado family home, and Tanhiko's mother answered the phone with a puzzled look.
"Hello, this is the Kamado family... Oh!!! Is this my son? I'm so sorry to have troubled you!"
In the same spot where the home telephone was located, there was a wall covered with various photos of the Shokuto family.
One of the photos, somewhat yellowed, was placed high up. This photo was a group picture taken of the entire Demon Slayer Corps before Chinatsu went abroad…
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