Chapter 72 A Sudden Encounter
Iwakatsu felt that he had made a mistake by going out with Doma. He watched as Doma chatted happily with several girls in an instant, and he felt that his social anxiety was about to flare up again.
"Lord Kokushibo, why is Lord Muzan so kind to you?"
Seemingly sensing Iwakatsu's speechlessness, Doma said goodbye to the girls and approached Iwakatsu, starting to talk to him, though he asked some tricky questions.
"No." He simply doesn't like you.
Yan Sheng replied indifferently, looking around at the bustling shops with lots of snacks, but unfortunately, he found everything tasted the same.
"Ah, Lord Kokushibo is just as quiet as Lord Akaza~ He ignores me when I try to chat with him."
"Doma sighed, his eyes constantly scanning the trinkets around him, looking quite interested," Iwakatsu said. Iwakatsu's lips twitched; he also envied Doma's personality—unconcerned about nothing and never getting angry, unlike himself who was easily embarrassed.
Yan Sheng looked at the half-mask in front of him, which had a black cat pattern. He reached out and picked it up to examine it.
"Sir, would you like to buy one? This is a brand new design of mine, and you can't find it at any other stall."
The stall owner noticed Yan Sheng's actions and immediately stepped forward to start recommending the products, praising them to the skies.
"I bought it."
Yan Sheng took out some money and handed it to the stall owner, while playing with the mask in his hand.
"What? What did you buy, Lord Kokushibo? I want to buy it too."
Douma curiously stepped forward, his eyes sparkling as he looked at the dozen or so masks on them. He looked left and right for a long time but couldn't make a decision.
Iwakatsu casually picked up a butterfly-patterned mask and put it on Doma's face, stopping the latter's rambling, and handed the money to the stall owner.
"Add one more."
"Alright, sir, thank you for your patronage."
The stall owner happily accepted the gift and waved goodbye enthusiastically to Iwakatsu, who was pulling Doma away.
"Hmm? There's a ghost nearby."
Doma and Iwakatsu both looked into the distance, sensing the atmosphere of battle. Iwakatsu pulled Doma back from joining in the fun.
"I'll go... You go first."
"Eh~".
Doma pouted unhappily, but he could sense Iwakatsu's unquestionable attitude, so he had no choice but to stop.
"Then, Lord Kuroshibo, I hope you enjoy your meal."
Doma could sense the Demon Slayer Corps members fighting the demons over there, and subconsciously felt that Iwakatsu was trying to eat them.
"…Um."
Iwakatsu nodded silently, deciding to treat it as if he was only there for the food. He sensed Kawakami Akio's presence; if Doma went over there, the other party would definitely be dead.
Watching Douma leave, Iwakatsu turned and continued his stroll. He had to admit, Douma was quite talkative. But the experience was alright; despite his many outrageous antics, Douma's words were generally pleasant to hear.
That's right, he's better at talking than someone else.
Recalling that heart-wrenching art of language, Yan Sheng felt a spasm in his stomach. He had originally thought about pretending to regain his memory, but now he decided against it.
The scumbag boss can comfort himself by saying that the other person is going through menopause, but Jikuni Yoriichi feels awkward whenever he sees him.
It turns out that the more you don't want to see someone, the more likely you are to run into them.
Yan Sheng sensed the intense heat from not far away and turned to run. He hadn't thought about his next move yet, so it was better to avoid meeting him.
"Yan Sheng?"
Just as Kawakami Akio finished slaying an ordinary demon and was about to call it a day, he bumped into Iwakatsu, who was moving at high speed.
Damn, what luck!
Yan Sheng cursed under his breath, ignored the other party and walked straight ahead. In his mind, he thought, "I didn't plan to go back to Infinite Castle, but now I have no choice but to."
"brush--."
"ah--."
The flaming blade grazed past Iwakatsu and Kawakami Akio, slicing through the wooden door that had appeared. Iwakatsu heard screams in his head and watched the slowly dissipating black smoke, sweat pouring down his back.
"Yoriichi Tsugikuni, are you crazy?"
Akio Kawakami's eyes widened. His proud bangs were scorched by the flames that had brushed against them. He turned to look at Yoriichi Tsugikuni not far away.
"Kawakami? What are you doing here?"
"??? You didn't see me?"
Looking at Yoriichi Tsugikuni's unchanging face, Akio Kawakami felt like he had been hurt a thousand times over, and he really wanted to curse.
You humans can handle your own affairs. I'm leaving now.
As soon as Iwakatsu made a move, Yoriichi Tsugikuni stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him, preventing him from leaving.
No, help! Don't get so close to me! Get out of here!
Looking at the Crimson Blade, which was only half a fist's distance away from him, Yan Sheng felt that he must have gone crazy to run out. Why couldn't he have just stayed in the Infinite City to train properly?
"Brother, please wait a moment."
Yoriichi Tsugikuni sensed Iwakatsu's struggle and increased his pressure, trying to calm him down. Akio Kawakami watched this strange scene with a very interesting expression.
"Why don't you put the knife down first?"
Kawakami Akio didn't think that Touya Shō, whom even the Demon King feared, would be unafraid. Although Shō was a demon, he still didn't want him to die in front of him.
"roll."
Iwakatsu broke free with an elbow strike, quickly drew his Hollow Cry God and swung it at Yoriichi Tsugikuni.
That's incredibly insulting to ghosts! How could they be so rude!
"Breathing of the Moon, Third Form, Aversion to the Moon, Erosion".
The blade, adorned with a golden crescent, attacked Yoriichi Tsugikuni. Yoriichi quickly retreated, forcefully shifting his right foot to dodge the attack.
“I t——.”
Before Kawakami Akio could react, he was shoved aside by Tsugikuni Yoriichi, barely dodging the sudden attack.
"Breath of the Moon - Seventh Form - Calamity - Moon Reflection".
Yan Sheng bent down, and with a flick of his arm, several purple slashes shot out from the ground.
"Brother, please calm down. This is pointless."
Yoriichi Tsugikuni dodged the oncoming attack and, taking advantage of the moment, shouted loudly at Iwakatsu.
"ah?"
Akio Kawakami looked at Yoriichi Tsugikuni in disbelief, shaking his head vigorously. Had he just hallucinated?
"Who is your...brother?"
Iwakatsu was truly angry. He gripped the hand of the ethereal being tighter and tighter, his six golden eyes glaring intently at Yoriichi Tsugikuni, as he uttered those words through gritted teeth.
What do you mean? You think my attack was useless? Ugh—so annoying!
Iwakatsu made up his mind; he would rather die than be with Yoriichi Tsugikuni.
"Breathing of the Moon - Eleventh Form - Desolate Moon Flashing Moon".
Yan Sheng raised the sword to his eyes and swung it around like a flower blade, the large purple blade spreading rapidly in all directions, exuding a dangerous aura.
Yoriichi grabbed Kawakami Akio, dodging the purple slash with its eerie blue crescent moon shape with incredible speed. He could see Iwakatsu's chest heaving violently, his heart pounding.
"No, you brothers, um—".
Kawakami Akio felt extremely aggrieved. Looking at the purple crescent blade that had grazed him several times, he felt he could hurl all sorts of vulgar insults.
“Brother, Yoriichi—”
Just as Yoriichi Tsugikuni regained his footing and was about to speak, Akio Kawakami covered his mouth and yelled at him, his face pale.
"Shut up, you can't even speak properly."
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