Chapter 139 Extra: Kawakami Akio 1
My name is Akio Kawakami, and I was born into a merchant family.
My father was a very kind, fat landlord. Our family was the richest in the village, but the villagers all liked him very much.
I am the only son in my family, the youngest, with three older sisters who are more than ten years older than me.
I wasn't familiar with any of them, but my father was different from other families that favored sons over daughters. He liked my sisters very much and carefully selected the families they married into.
I will never forget watching my 16-year-old third sister get married when I was five years old. She looked so beautiful in her white dress.
Because of my father's work, I would stay at home with my mother as a child, playing with the other children in the village, getting covered in dirt and grime.
When I was seven years old, my mother and I started accompanying my father on his travels. I went to many places, met different people, and saw different scenery.
My father wasn't particularly famous, but he had an excellent reputation, so his clients were mostly people he'd known for a long time. Everyone I met praised me for being clever.
Until I followed my father to a town that was very prosperous, my father was obviously very nervous, and my mother kept comforting him.
"This is my first time shipping to a high-ranking noble family, I'm a little nervous."
My father waved his hand, continuing to check the goods, afraid of making any mistakes. I looked at my mother, puzzled, and tugged at her sleeve.
"Mother? What is a great noble?"
I know that nobles are people respected by everyone, people with power and influence.
My mother patted my head and said gently, "They are even more formidable than the noblemen and ladies we met before. Be careful not to offend them."
"OK!"
I will not cause trouble for my father and mother.
Watching my father leave, I sat by the door watching my mother go back inside to busy herself, kicking pebbles out of boredom. Until I accidentally kicked one too hard, and it flew out of the way.
"Ah! Young Master Yansheng, are you alright!"
Oops, someone got hit!
I rushed out and saw a boy wearing a purple kimono. He stood there unlike the people around him; his aura and appearance attracted everyone's attention.
"I'm sorry, young master."
They are nobles; only nobles can wear purple.
I got into trouble and was trembling with fear. My mother heard the commotion and rushed out to hug me. She was also flustered when she saw the other person and kept apologizing.
"It's nothing, it was an accident, you don't need to do this."
The boy's clear voice came from behind me. When I looked up, I saw a beautiful smile and those fiery red eyes that held tenderness.
Ah, so kind, so beautiful.
The matter was dropped because the other party didn't pursue it. When my father returned and found out, he didn't blame me. Instead, he hurriedly prepared some precious fabric and went to apologize.
I remembered the green bamboo fabric my mother had left me; I'd heard it was a fine satin, and she planned to cut it into a kimono for me. I took it out and handed it to my father; I wanted to give it to that handsome young master.
That was the first and last time I saw him. After my father finished his work, we left. At that time, my mother smiled and told me to bring a gift for that young master next year.
Unfortunately, there was no "later".
Watching my father being devoured, my mother held me tightly, afraid to make a sound. As the monster drew closer, she seemed to have made up her mind and gently kissed my forehead.
"Don't make a sound, Qiu Sheng is the best boy."
With that, it put me down, rushed out, and ran in another direction, screaming to attract the monster's attention.
getting farther and farther away
As I watched the departing figure, tears streamed down my face. I heard soft sobbing and hurriedly ran to my father's side.
He was still alive, but dying. A large chunk of his body was missing, and blood was gushing out continuously. I reached out to try and stop it, but all I got in return was a cry of pain from him.
"Qiusheng... Father and Mother love you very much... You must live well."
I understand now. My father loves me very much, and he also loves my mother very much. That's why he doesn't dare to make a sound, because my mother will be unable to hold back her tears.
It must hurt a lot, right? Even a small scrape hurts a lot.
I watched as my father stopped breathing, and the monster returned, carrying my mother's arm, its body stained with blood.
Her mother was the second daughter of a minor noble family, and she married her father due to family misfortunes. Her father loved her very much, so she still retained the air of a noble lady from before.
Unlike other young ladies who married down, she remained pampered and gentle.
I looked at her fair arm, which was adorned with two jade bracelets her father had given her, which clinked together with a clear, crisp sound.
"I knew that woman was crazy; turns out she had a younger sister too."
The monster's voice was horrible, like a broken string on a shamisen. I gripped the dagger I had just found; it was a gift my father had prepared for a gentleman.
The moment the monster picked me up, I stabbed it in the eye. A piercing scream echoed in my ears, and blood splattered all over me.
"Damn brat! Aaaaaaahh ...
As I watched the other party reach out, its sharp nails about to pierce me, I stepped forward to take the blow, the dagger plunging fiercely into its throat, blood staining my palm.
The moment I was thrown away, I saw the other person pull out a dagger. A monster is indeed a monster.
Suddenly I felt like nothing mattered anymore; if I died, I died.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans. I survived, but a samurai came forward and cut off its neck.
"Hey kid, you're pretty good. Come back to the Demon Slayer Corps with me."
An owl-like man led me to his house, where I realized I had encountered a demon, and that this was the Demon Slayer Corps, the entity that slays demons.
They recognized my talent, and Mr. Rengoku adopted me. I became his stepson and studied kendo with his son, Rengoku Shujuro.
They were very worried about my condition because, unlike other children whose relatives were killed by ghosts, I recovered completely after only a month or two.
I am indeed somewhat carefree, but I dream of my parents at night, and they keep telling me that as long as I am happy, that's all that matters.
Don't be sad, don't be upset, don't be blinded by hatred, I just need to walk my own path.
I don't kill demons for revenge; I just hate those man-eating creatures. It's not for anyone else; I chose to become a member of the Demon Slayer Corps myself.
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"Qiusheng! What are you daydreaming about!"
Rengoku Shujuro's voice startled Akio from his daze. He shook his head, clearing his mind of the jumbled thoughts.
Why are you bringing up things from the past again?
Kawakami Akio turned and ran towards Shujuro. The two had already agreed to go to town to take a look. Seeing his unreliable behavior, Shujuro sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.
"Wait a minute, I'm going to buy some snacks."
Kawakami Akio knew that every time he went to town, Shujiro would bring something for his sister. He turned around and saw a familiar person standing there.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi?
He looked at it strangely. Although it was the same face, he could clearly tell that it was not the same person. The other person not only did not have the markings on their forehead, but was also wearing a purple kimono that represented nobility. He touched his chin with interest.
He wasn't very familiar with the guy who taught them the breathing technique, but the person in front of him gave him a long-lost feeling, and while he was thinking, he had already walked up to him.
Seeing the other person looking at him strangely, he blurted out a sentence for some reason.
"Hi, hello beautiful. Who are you waiting for?"
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