Chapter 94 Encounter
"Excuse me, could I have some of those bamboo baskets and bamboo over there?"
Tanjiro Kamado asked the old man who was working in the fields, pointing to the bamboo forest not far away, his Hanafuda swaying with his movements.
"Oh, you can take it if you want, but there are holes in that bamboo frame."
"Thank you! I will pay properly."
The uncle shook his head and said casually, "No need, the bamboo basket already has holes, you can just take it."
"No, you have to pay!"
Tanjiro Kamado said in a very forceful tone, and the sudden increase in volume and imposing manner startled the old man.
“I’ve already said it’s not necessary, why are you so stubborn?”
"Although it's only a little, please accept it."
"it hurts!"
Tanjiro Kamado forcefully shoved the money into the old man's hand, then ran into the woods with the items he needed, unaware that the old man was grimacing and clutching his hand behind him.
As Tanjiro Kamado was running along the muddy path in the rice paddies, a red figure brushed past him. The intense heat made Tanjiro Kamado stop in his tracks and turn around to see a figure wearing a red haori and with a high black ponytail.
The red, curly hair was blown about by the wind, some falling onto the bamboo basket on the other person's back, some swaying in the breeze. Tanjiro Kamado looked at the sunlight shining on him, feeling as if his vision was being scorched.
It has a strong aura, yet it's also very warm.
Tanjiro Kamado could sense that the other person was much stronger than the one he had met in the forest before. Tanjiro Kamado could smell the intense, strong scent of the sun, which dispelled his urge to greet them despite the familiarity.
He gathered the items in his hands, turned around, and continued running into the mountains. He was very worried about Nezuko; if she were discovered by a demon slayer like the one before, she would be doomed.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni looked at the changed place and walked forward along the blurry memories in his mind. For some reason, he had a bad feeling. He walked up the snowfield and stopped when he passed the cliff on the other side.
"The taste of blood."
Ji Guoyuan looked over there and noticed several broken branches and trunks from the fight, as well as traces of blood.
He jumped down, ran his hand over the scratches on the tree trunk, and looked around. The snow cover wasn't thick; the marks must have been from two or three days ago.
Even though the snow covered it well, Yoriichi Tsugikuni could still sense the aura of Muzan Kibutsuji, accompanied by the smell of human blood.
Yoriichi looked up and quickly headed towards the source of the aura. This was near the Kamado family's residence, and Yoriichi hadn't been here for a very long time since his friend's death.
Hopefully, it's not what he thinks.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni was moving very fast. The winter wind was cold and biting, making his cheeks sting. He could already see the familiar house.
When Yoriichi saw it, the house was even more dilapidated than he remembered, with wooden doors and windows that had been violently damaged, and large patches of blood on the wall that had been dried by the wind.
He turned his head and saw the obviously renovated soil next to the house, which still smelled faintly of blood; its purpose was self-evident.
As Yoriichi Tsugikuni stepped forward, his hand clenched so tightly it ached. He never expected that Muzan Kibutsuji would come here after so many years.
The fact that someone buried the bodies means that not everyone was killed, and if possible, he wanted to protect Tanji's descendants.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni took out the sweets from the bamboo basket and placed them in front of the soil. People cannot be brought back to life, but he hoped that they would be happy in their next life.
—On the other side—
Under Iwakatsu's rigorous training, Tokito Ichiro was in pain almost every day. He wandered numbly into the kitchen, heated up the pastries he had bought earlier, because he simply didn't have the energy to cook.
Iwakatsu watched as Tokito Ichiro, who was carrying a plate of pastries with a trembling gait like an old man, slowly poured him a cup of tea.
"This little bit of training... and you're already... not good enough? You've only learned... two moves so far."
"I'll try my best." Damn, you're the best. You practice your sword hundreds of times a day and still have to learn other moves. You old geezer.
Tokito Ichiro lowered his eyes, revealing a pitiful look that suggested he was at the mercy of others, which made Iwakatsu look away uncomfortably.
Tokito Ichiro didn't care. With trembling hands, he put the pastry into his mouth, and the sweet taste made him feel much better.
"Brother, give me some money. I need to rest for a bit and then go buy some food this afternoon."
With the last piece of pastry in his mouth, Tokito Yuichiro reached out to Iwakatsu, who was drinking tea. Iwakatsu paused in his tea-drinking motion and handed him a purple cloth bag.
"Thanks, brother. I might be back a little later."
Tokito Ichiro remembered that he had learned from the people in the town that there was osmanthus cake in a town two hills away, and he wanted to go and get some.
"Take this with you."
Iwakatsu handed a purple dagger to Tokito Ichiro. The cold touch and the eerie eyes on it made Tokito Ichiro reluctant to take it.
"There's danger...I can get there in time."
Yan Sheng could see the other person's disdain, and his urge to beat the child grew stronger. He was indeed asking for trouble.
"Oh, goodbye, bro."
Tokito Ichiro put away his miniature version of the Hollow Crying God, grabbed his satchel, and ran out, hoping to return before dawn.
Tokito Ichiro hurried along the path. The woods here were not dense, which made his movements much easier.
"Get out of the way—".
"Bang—".
The sudden loud noise made Tokito Ichiro stop in his tracks. He smelled blood and instinctively wanted to leave.
“We are descendants of swordsmen, brother, can we protect others?”
For some reason, Tokito Muichiro's words suddenly popped into his mind. Tokito Yuichiro clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction and rushed towards the direction of the sound.
Nezuko!
The moment Tanjiro Kamado turned his head, a small figure rushed up and forcefully blocked the headless demon's attack.
"Damn, that's really hard."
Tokito Yuichiro cursed, turned around and kicked the other person several meters away.
"You, who are you?"
Tanjiro Kamado looked at the boy, who was about the same age as Nezuko. He had long black hair tied up high, wore a blue bamboo-patterned kimono and black samurai pants, carried a crossbody bag, and held a wooden sword in his hand.
"Just passing by, tsk, what a piece of trash, don't go out if you don't have a head."
As Tokito Yuichiro spoke, he swung his wooden sword and slashed at his opponent with swift and fierce movements, sending him flying. He then turned around and habitually put the sword back at his waist.
"careful."
Tanjiro Kamado, engrossed in watching, noticed the demon suddenly attacking Ichiro Tokito from behind and quickly shouted.
"Breath of the Moon - First Form - Dark Moon Palace".
Tokito Ichiro pressed down with both legs, turned his body quickly and drew his sword. A red blade with a golden crescent moon flew out and cut the headless demon in half at the waist.
"Wow...that's amazing."
Tanjiro Kamado was surprised by how strong this boy was and couldn't help but admire him.
"Aaaaaah—".
The sudden scream drew everyone's attention. Tanjiro Kamado drew out a short sword and looked at the head with arms that he had pinned to the tree trunk.
This guy smells different; he's a different kind of ghost. Are there many ghosts? But if this guy can kill others, I'd better take over.
As Tanjiro Kamado hesitated, a pair of hands patted his shoulders. He turned his head and saw a person wearing a tengu mask.
"That kind of thing can't kill him."
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