Chapter 140 Breath of the Sun
Yoriichi Tsugikuni and Kyojuro were called away together. Iwakatsu had already returned to his original appearance and was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at Ichiro Tokito.
The other person was receiving an IV drip, his eyes closed and his body wrapped in bandages, just like when Yan Sheng first met him.
"Ichiro, are you alright? Aaaaaaahhhhhh."
Zenitsu, who had the least injuries, came to check on Ichiro after his wounds were bandaged up, only to find another... demon in the house?
"It's so noisy!"
Kaigaku kicked the other person, then stepped into the ward. The window inside was half-covered, and Iwakatsu was sitting there, his golden eyes sweeping over.
Zenitsu pursed his lips and moved closer to Ichiro's bedside, looking at the man with teary eyes. He had heard from Tanjiro that Ichiro Tokito had been seriously injured because he had fought an Upper Moon demon.
"Are you crying at my grave? I'm not dead yet."
Tokito Ichiro opened his eyes and rolled them at Zenitsu. This injury was much lighter than the one he had suffered two years ago.
"I'm so glad you're alright! I was so worried about you."
Zenitsu Agatsuma composed himself and turned his gaze to Iwakatsu, who had gone out with Kaigaku, blinking curiously. Yuichiro Tokito followed his gaze to Iwakatsu and understood what he was thinking.
"That's my brother. You seem to be doing well. Where are Tanjiro and the others?"
Zenitsu Agatsuma scratched his head sheepishly, then lay down on Ichiro's bed, nearly crushing him to death.
"They're not seriously injured, just exhausted and with minor injuries, much better than you. By the way, your brother and you don't look alike at all..."
It's not that they don't look alike at all, but their faces are clearly identical to Yoriichi Tsugikuni's, who was chatting with Tanjiro earlier. The two of them look more like brothers.
"Do you need to tell me?"
Tokito Ichiro felt that his temper had become much more irritable, probably because of his injury. After he chased Zenitsu away, he was left alone in the ward.
He didn't know how long Iwakatsu and Kaigaku would talk, so he could only sit up and pick up Iwakatsu's book to look through it.
As expected, it's still a storybook, this time a ghost story. It's clearly quite illogical, yet I'm still interested in these kinds of things.
"squeak--."
Yuichiro Tokito heard the slight sound, but without moving, he glanced at it and saw a wisp of black hair with bluish tinge outside the window.
Muichiro?
He turned his head and looked carefully, but there was no movement. He frowned, not thinking he could be mistaken.
"What's wrong?"
When Iwakatsu returned, he saw Ichiro staring blankly at the half-open window and went up to pat him on the head.
"fine……"
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A few days later, Tanjiro was full of energy again. He, Inosuke, and Zenitsu went to Ichiro's hospital room and saw that Ichiro had already dressed.
"Let's go, aren't we going to find Mr. Purgatory?"
Yesterday, after Iwakatsu returned from meeting with that lord, he told Ichiro that he was going to Momoyama with Kaigaku and asked him to keep an eye on Yoriichi Tsugikuni.
Yuichiro Tokito was sitting on the bed at the time, looking at the aggrieved Yoriichi Tsugikuni and the indifferent Iwakatsu, and could only accept the task with a heavy heart.
Did Tokito Yuichiro take charge? No.
He figured the other person was a grown man, so a little stroll wouldn't hurt. They set off together for Rengoku Kyojuro's house, though Tanjiro was still a little apprehensive, hoping his visit wouldn't bother him.
As the group arrived at the door, they saw a boy sweeping the ground with a broom. He noticed Tanjiro and the others' arrival and looked up.
"Is that you, Senju-sensei?"
Tanjiro spoke up, having already explained the situation to Kyojuro beforehand. Senjuro was also clearly aware of this. He looked at the group and gripped the broom tightly, looking troubled.
“That… my brother.”
Before he could finish speaking, a voice came from inside the house, a roar belonging to a middle-aged man, reaching the ears of the group.
"I told you not to become a swordsman. If it weren't for good luck, you might not even be alive this time!"
"Father, now that I have become the Flame Pillar, I will continue to work hard."
As Rengoku Kyojuro's voice rang out, they understood that a conflict had arisen between father and son. Just as the group was considering whether to visit again, a man with stubble who bore a striking resemblance to Kyojuro opened the door carrying a sake bottle.
“A person’s abilities are predetermined at birth. I really don’t know what you’re thinking. Senjuro, don’t be like your brother and not see yourself clearly.”
The man's words made Senjuro lower his head; he truly lacked the talent to become a swordsman.
"No, that's going too far!"
Seeing that Senjuro was about to cry, Tanjiro Kamado stepped forward and stood in front of him. Yuichiro Tokito crossed his arms and tilted his head to look at the disheveled man.
"Uncle, if you don't do anything yourself, you have no right to suppress the child. It will only make you look like a failure!"
"Huh? Who are you guys?!"
Shinjuro Rengoku glanced at them irritably, his gaze lingering on Tanjiro's earring, the sun-patterned earring swaying in the wind.
"Snap—".
The sound of a sake bottle shattering rang out, and when Kyojuro came out, he saw his father pinning Tanjiro to the ground.
"Wait, Father, we can't be rude to our guests!"
Senjuro tugged at the other's sleeve, but was slapped in return, the force of which caused a trickle of blood to flow from the corner of Senjuro's mouth.
Tokito Ichiro caught him, preventing Senjuro from falling to the ground. Kyojuro quickly pulled Shinjuro away and punched him in the backhand.
"Father! Please don't be violent towards the children and Senjuro!"
"Get out of the way! Do you even know who this kid is?"
Shinjuro pointed at Tanjiro and roared, "Those who use the Sun Breathing technique all have records of that earring. The Sun Breathing technique is the original breathing method; all other breathing techniques are just inferior versions derived from it."
Ineffective breathing techniques?
Tokito Ichiro looked at the man, but couldn't hear anything. He thought of Iwakatsu.
"The Breath of the Moon... is just a... inferior imitation of a miracle. It's a waste of your talent to let you learn it."
"So all other breathing techniques are just a case of the 'Dong Shi effect'..."
Before Shinjuro could finish speaking, a figure rushed over at an extremely fast speed and kicked at the other person.
"Shut up! Every breathing technique is unique, only a piece of trash like you would make such a comparison!"
Tokito Ichiro's sudden move caught everyone off guard. He changed his movements and struck with incredible speed, each move ruthless.
Tokito Yuichiro knew, always knew, that Iwakatsu was pursuing that dazzling sun; he had only seen it once, but he had etched that scene into his mind.
Yes, that's impressive, but so what! The moon is unique too!
"What do you know, kid?"
Rengoku Shinjuro's voice rang out. He blocked Ichiro's leg whip and threw a punch. Tokito Ichiro stepped back and stood firm, looking at his opponent with a contemptuous tone.
"How could I not understand? I've seen it, and I refused to learn it. It's just Sun Breathing, but my brother's Moon Breathing is just as powerful."
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