"Big sister...you really did it!!!"
"It's not just me; it's the result of everyone's hard work."
Upon hearing what Chika said, the boys and girls excitedly put down their bowls and chopsticks. Even ordinary people who only knew about the existence of demons could guess how difficult it would be to end the age of demons.
If Chika hadn't answered this, then the boy who asked the question might still have had a slight thought of joining the Demon Slayer Corps.
However, since the era of ghosts has ended, the last vestige of that thought in the boy's heart was simply and brutally extinguished.
"I was wondering why things had been so peaceful here lately. Turns out there are no more ghosts! That's great! I don't have to worry about ghosts appearing when I go out alone at night anymore!"
"It's true that you shouldn't worry about ghosts, but you should still pay attention to your surroundings and try not to go out alone at night. There are more dangers in this world than just ghosts."
The girl had just raised her arms in celebration when Qianxia poured cold water on her enthusiasm. She pouted and replied, "I know," before lowering her head and continuing to work hard on her meal.
Unlike the girl who was diligently eating, the boy, while eating, turned around and pestered Chinatsu with great enthusiasm, asking her how the era of demons ended and how it was done.
Teenagers in their adolescence are very interested in these kinds of adventure stories, but Chinatsu is not good at storytelling, so she waved her hand and told Tanjiro to just do whatever he wanted.
If it's just about Tanjiro telling bedtime stories, then Tanjiro really doesn't have much ability. Back when Tanjiro was little, he couldn't sleep, and it was the original owner of the body, Chinatsu, who told him bedtime stories.
When Nezuko couldn't sleep as a child, Tanjiro stepped in, but instead of putting her to sleep, he made her cry even louder.
However, at this moment, Tanjiro was asked to talk about Chinatsu's heroic deeds. As Chinatsu's number one fan, fueled by his fighting spirit, he began to speak eloquently.
"Let me tell you, my sister is super cool! Our final opponent was a great villain named Muzan. My sister fought Muzan for three hundred rounds and left him covered in blood..."
Tanjiro spoke excitedly, and the listener was even more excited. At the age of adolescence, the chuunibyou spirit within him was burning fiercely, and his whole body was boiling with passion.
After finishing her meal, Chinatsu turned around and went to make a makeshift bed on the floor to prepare for sleep, while Tanjiro was still enthusiastically telling stories. When his throat got dry, the boy immediately noticed and rushed into the kitchen to pour Tanjiro a glass of water.
"Please continue, Tanjiro-nii!"
"Ahem...ahem...okay, where was I?"
"Muzan has been defeated, it's time to tell the story from before!"
The boy's excited eyes sparkled with Pikachu, while Tanjiro, having just taken a sip of water to moisten his throat, exhaled a breath, still full of fighting spirit.
Tanjiro, who rarely gets a chance to brag about his sister, finally found one, so how could he not brag to his heart's content?
The storyline was immediately brought to a head after the defeat of Muzan. When the boy heard that the Kamado family had been massacred by Muzan, he was stunned for a moment, and then he clenched his fists tightly.
He lay on the snow, sitting in a wheelchair.
He went up the mountain to learn his craft and trained diligently for two years.
Through the final selection, one embarks on the path of exterminating demons.
The boy was excited and his blood was boiling. Chika didn't stay up all night, but Tanjiro, who never stayed up all night, successfully achieved the feat of staying up all night for two consecutive nights in his excited narration.
Fortunately, for someone who has reached the "Complete Collection - Normal Level", not sleeping for several days will not cause much of a physiological reaction; only Tanjiro's voice became hoarse.
The next day, in the morning.
"Sister...sister...my...throat..."
Tanjiro covered his throat with one hand, looking at Chinatsu with a slightly embarrassed expression.
Although Chinatsu felt she shouldn't laugh at her younger brother, she still couldn't help but feel a little flustered looking at Tanjiro's "weathered" appearance.
"Once bitten, twice shy; if you talk less, you should be fine in two or three days."
The boy, who had stayed up all night like Tanjiro, was full of satisfaction. Like the others, he would never leave this mountain unless something unexpected happened, so he had nowhere to vent his lofty ambitions.
The story Tanjiro told the boy served as an outlet for his emotions. At that moment, he felt incredibly happy, and this feeling of joy lingered even as he watched Chinatsu and the others leave.
After saying goodbye to the boys and girls, Chinatsu and the others continued their journey home. Along the way, although Tanjiro, who usually livened up the atmosphere, couldn't speak a complete sentence because of his hoarse throat, this led to a series of funny incidents.
They walked from morning till nightfall, but this time they had arrived at the foot of the mountain where their home was located.
As night fell, snowflakes began to fall. Chika and the others looked up at the snowflakes falling from the sky. Nezuko even reached out to try and catch the snowflakes, but of course, the snowflakes melted as soon as they touched her palm.
When the Kamado family was wiped out by Muzan, it was snowing. Now, three years later, the town at the foot of the mountain is still the same as it was back then, with little change.
Chika and the others glanced around the town at the foot of the mountain before setting off on their way up. Every step felt both familiar and strange.
Before long, they arrived at the front of the dilapidated wooden house, and not far from the house were the family's tombstones.
Tanjiro stared at his family's gravestones for a long time, unable to look away, until Chika slapped him on the head with a "plop!" and interrupted his thoughts.
"Don't just stand there, let's clean the house first. We haven't been back for three years. Tomorrow at dawn, we'll go down the mountain to buy some wood to renovate the house properly," Chika said, patting Tanjiro's head.
"Um!"
Tanjiro was brought back to his senses by Chinatsu's slap. He took a deep breath and perked up.
He strode toward the cabin, but as soon as he stepped onto the floor, the floorboards began to crack and creak.
Tanjiro felt a sense of foreboding. Just as he was about to turn around and leave the wooden house, the dilapidated floor beneath his feet could no longer support his weight.
With a loud "crack!", Tanjiro plummeted downwards, half his body wedged into a crack in the floorboards...
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