Makijuro fell silent as he listened to his son's words.
A person without talent is pitiful.
Even the chosen ones are pitiful.
No matter how hard an incompetent person tries, they can hardly reach the heights reached by the chosen ones. The Twelve Demon Moons are already formidable enemies, let alone killing the Demon King.
The chosen one reached a height that no one with talent could ever reach, yet he was all alone. From the perspective of power alone, he could easily kill the Ghost King, but in the end, he failed in his lifetime.
But if Yoriichi Tsugikuni had had trustworthy allies by his side when he first encountered Muzan, even if those allies weren't as chosen as him, then Muzan probably wouldn't have been able to escape so easily...
Makijuro raised his head and looked up at the azure sky above. Thinking from a different perspective, he suddenly felt that he was seeing a view he had never seen before... No, perhaps he had seen it before, but he had ignored it.
When he looked at Kyojuro beside him again, he felt for the first time that his son had truly grown up and was even more outstanding than he had been at that age.
He picked up the hangover tea that Kyojuro had brought him from the floor beside him, hesitated for a moment, and then drank it all in one gulp. His previously heavy brain was immediately refreshed.
"Kyojuro, ask me anything you want to ask now," Makijuro said, placing the cup of hangover tea he was holding back on the floor beside him.
This was the first time he had drunk hangover tea since his wife died in a fire, which also signified that he was saying goodbye to his former decadent self.
Sorry for the poor performance; I'm so bad.
Kyojuro then successfully obtained the information about "Hinokami Kagura" from his father in the Book of Flame Pillars.
"How do you feel after hearing this? Do you still have that confidence?" Makijuro turned to look at Kyojuro, wanting to see if Kyojuro still had that optimism after hearing all this.
When he saw that Kyojuro's eyebrows only furrowed slightly before relaxing again, Makijuro's heart also settled down.
Sure enough, his son was different from him.
Just as Makijuro was thinking this, Kyojuro, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Father, I want to show you something."
"Things? What things?"
Makijuro asked instinctively, and Kyojuro beside him drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist with a "whoosh!"
Makijuro's eyebrows twitched. Perhaps because he was still drunk, the first thing that came to his mind was the absurd idea that "Kyojuro is going to kill his father."
Fortunately, this was too outrageous, so he quickly calmed down and asked, "Why did you draw your sword?"
"Father, just look at it carefully."
Kyojuro smiled but didn't immediately reveal the answer. He gripped the hilt of his Nichirin Blade with both hands, his eyes trembling slightly. Makijuro, standing beside him, could clearly feel the powerful fighting spirit emanating from Kyojuro at that moment.
What is he trying to do?
Makijuro couldn't understand Kyojuro's actions at all, but he calmed down and continued to wait.
About 10 seconds later, Kyojuro's Nichirin Blade suddenly underwent a strange change. A color even redder than the original red markings on the blade seemed to have a soul, rising continuously from the hilt and engulfing the entire blade in just a few seconds.
"This...this is!"
Makijuro was quite shocked by this scene. As the former Flame Pillar, he could naturally sense that the Nichirin Blade in Kyojuro's hand, whose color had changed, was not just a change in color.
The aura emanating from the Nichirin Blade, which was feared by demons, was amplified many times over at this moment. One can only imagine what would happen if such a blade were to strike a demon.
During the time he was in decline, had the Demon Slayer Corps' technology changed so much...?
Kyojuro stood up from the floor, his eyes shining as he looked at his father, and said, "Father, we will definitely annihilate the demons in this era!"
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From day to night, Kyojuro and Chinatsu did not spend the night here. Their mission had been accomplished. The Demon Slayer Corps was always short-staffed, and these pillars of the organization did not have much time to rest.
He had returned home before, and each time he left, only Senjuro would wave goodbye. This time was both the same and different. It was indeed only Senjuro who was waving goodbye at the door, but if you looked closely from a different angle, you could see Rengoku Makijuro inside the mansion, watching them leave.
They came in a hurry and left in a hurry. Qianxia and the others even found that the best time to rest was when they were on the road, because when they were on the road they only needed to think about getting there, and everything else could wait until they arrived.
During his journey, Tanjiro learned that his Hinokami Kagura was actually the Origin Breathing technique and fell into a long silence. At the same time, the words that Rengoku Makijuro had said to him before he entered the door kept replaying in his mind.
I'm using my strongest breathing technique, yet it's still so weak. I need to become stronger!
As for Chinatsu, who was walking side by side with Kyojuro, her expression was indifferent and even somewhat solemn, which puzzled Kyojuro. However, it was her business, so he didn't ask.
Indifference? That's because Chika already knew the history of her own Hinokami Kagura.
Somber? That's because, according to the timeline, what was about to happen to them forced her to be serious and solemn.
The group quickly returned to the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. After a day or two of peace and quiet, the gears of the "Mugen Train" arc, a hellish level arc in Demon Slayer, finally began to turn.
To the west, inside the massive garage housing the Infinite Train, the sounds of flesh being devoured emanated from a dark corner. If one listened closely, one could even hear the weak cries of a young girl.
"Delicious, delicious! Your meat is so delicious, and your blood is intoxicating too. Could you be the legendary rare blood? I don't think so. The legendary rare blood would intoxicate me even more!"
The sound of the ghost gnawing at something and his voice were quite loud, and it soon caught the attention of a staff member in the carriage.
He stopped what he was doing, puzzled, and walked toward the direction from which the faint, fragmented sound was coming from.
"What's that sound? Is someone there? If so, please answer!" The staff member walked towards the direction from which the sound came from.
When he arrived at the direction from which the sound had come, he saw no one. The faint sounds he had heard earlier had also disappeared. Because of the dim light, he couldn't even see the bloodstains on the ground. He only felt that his shoes were a little sticky.
Just as he was scratching the back of his head in confusion, a dark figure appeared behind him...
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