Chapter 190 Mediation
Yan Sheng caught a familiar scent, his steps faltered slightly, and the slight intoxication made him frown. Yan Sheng disliked alcohol; it numbed his senses and dulled his reactions.
Xingming spun the chains, and with a powerful swing of his black axe, it hurtled straight toward Yan Sheng.
Yan Sheng shook his head, able to see the blades and axes flying towards him, but his reaction was a step too slow, barely dodging them with a sidestep. Xu Kushen was directly severed in one section, a trickle of blood flowing from the cut, the severed piece falling to the ground with a crisp sound.
Muichiro, who was trapped, could clearly feel that Iwakatsu's movements were not as steady as before, and the hand holding him loosened. He followed the smell of blood and saw Sanemi's upturned lips, as the other man pulled the knife from Iwakatsu's wooden clogs.
"How does it feel! Not bad, right? You evil spirits can't help but feel dizzy from rare blood."
Sanemi raised his Nichirin Blade, and blood splattered with his movement, making the smell in the air even stronger.
Yan Sheng's expression was extremely unpleasant. This level of rare blood was incomparable to Yoriichi's, but because of that slight familiarity, it made him feel more disgusted than attracted.
He kicked backward, and Gyomei's veins bulged from the immense force, his feet firmly planted on the ground for support. Sanemi's Nichirin Blade missed its mark, but as if he had anticipated this, he braced himself against the ground and swung his arm forward.
Yan Sheng's pupils contracted as the green blade sliced open his waist and abdomen, the cut running from his side upwards to his left chest. Blood instantly soaked Yan Sheng's clothes, sticking thickly to his body.
Even as the wound began to heal quickly, drops of blood from his clothes dripped down the folds onto Muichiro's face, and he could feel that his body was somewhat sticky.
"What are you doing?!"
Just as Sanemi was about to press on, he felt a sudden kick and was sent flying. If he hadn't reacted quickly and rolled to the ground, he would have had to move along the ground for a long time.
"elder brother?"
The familiar voice made Muichiro look up and see Ichiro wearing the same uniform as him. He quickly kicked Sanemi away.
"I'm the one who should be asking you what you're doing!"
Sanemi, clutching his kicked waist, raised his Nichirin Blade and roared at Ichiro, saying he could have given that demon another blow.
"nerve."
Yuichiro nodded, took a few steps forward and examined Iwakatsu thoroughly. He only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no other wounds.
"Brother, are you alright? Is anything bothering you?"
Although he knew that Yan Sheng was very strong, he was still subconsciously worried when he saw that the other party was injured, and asked in a concerned tone.
"It's nothing..."
Iwakatsu spoke calmly, but he was actually quite shocked. The way his opponent had kicked him had startled him; the opponent's movements were fluid and decisive. However, Iwakatsu also breathed a sigh of relief. With Ichiro around, there was no need for a fight to break out.
"Brother, what did you just call him?"
Muichiro, who had been struggling even harder, froze. He seemed to have just hallucinated. Yuichiro, on the other hand, seemed to only just notice him and, without caring about his restrained state, stepped forward and rubbed his head.
"Muichiro, this is Iwakatsu-nii, the demon who saved me back then. He'll be your brother from now on."
Isn't he our ancestor?
Iwakatsu simply looked down at their interaction, slowly releasing his arm from Muichiro's. Yuichiro caught him easily. Seeing that Iwakatsu was still staring blankly, Yuichiro waved his hand in front of Muichiro's face and asked, somewhat puzzled, "What are you daydreaming about?"
"Ichiro? You mean?"
Gyomei remembered that Kagaya had told him about Ichiro, saying that Ichiro had a close relationship with a demon who had no ill intentions towards the Demon Slayer Corps.
Is that ghost Upper Moon One in front of me?
He needed confirmation; he was willing to believe what his lord said, but maintaining reasonable skepticism was for the safety of himself and his companions.
“Mr. Beimingyu, I will not attack us, but I will not help us either.”
Ichiro said seriously that he had known about this for a long time. Everyone has their own goals and ideas, so he would not force Iwakatsu to take sides.
"Huh? You think whatever you say goes?"
Sanemi instinctively stepped in front of Genya, still gripping his Nichirin Blade tightly, and retorted without hesitation, his tone clearly showing disbelief.
Taking advantage of the moment, Genmi hurriedly stepped forward to help Sanemi up. Seeing that Sanemi's arm was still bleeding, Genmi quickly tore off a piece of his own shirt, ripped it into strips, and began to bandage Sanemi's arm.
"Oh, if I hadn't been unwilling to fight, given the difference in skill between you, would you still be standing there unscathed?" Ichiro didn't bother with a polite explanation; he spoke casually, confronting Sanemi.
"Besides, it's not good to waste time here instead of fighting Muzan, who is already an opponent. We've already dealt with Upper Moon Two."
Ichiro shrugged and continued, saying that he and Sanemi did not get along, and he was happy to annoy each other a few more times when the time was right.
"you!"
Sanemi was so angry that veins bulged on his forehead. He wanted to rush forward and fight the other person, but was stopped by Genya behind him. Genya had met Ichiro before and had heard Tanjiro and the others mention him, so he was willing to believe what the other person said.
"Big brother, wait a minute."
"You brat, you dare to stop me?"
Sanemi cursed and swore, but Gyomei, who was standing to the side, spoke up and his words calmed Sanemi down.
“Sanemi, my lord said before he died that the demon who was on good terms with Ichiro was trustworthy. I believe my lord.”
"Tsk." After hearing Xingming's words, Sanemi, even though he was unwilling, still quieted down. Even though the other party had passed away, he still believed in his lord, but his eyes were still unfriendly as he looked at the two of them.
Ichiro didn't care about the other party's thoughts, and after Gyomei spoke, he didn't continue to clash with Sanemi, but instead led Muichiro to communicate with Gyomei.
Iwakatsu was a little troubled. He could feel Doma's aura dissipating, and he knew that Doma was probably dead, but Ichiro didn't need to mention it in front of me.
Thinking of the scumbag boss, Yan Sheng's eyes darkened. Muzan couldn't possibly have missed him, but the other party hadn't contacted him yet, so he must have run into some trouble.
As for Nakime, he could sense that her aura had also become unstable. Combined with the somewhat chaotic teleportation earlier, it must have been Yushiro who made the move.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
After discussing with Yuichiro and Gyomei, they decided to head towards Muzan's direction together. However, when he turned around, he saw Iwakatsu spacing out.
"Go ahead...be careful."
Iwakatsu stepped forward and patted Ichiro's head hard, saying softly that he still needed to find Yoriichi first, and couldn't let anyone find the scumbag boss first.
"I understand," said Ichiro, a sensible and sensible boy. He did not ask Iwakatsu for his opinion.
"Why didn't you let your ghost brother come with you? Is something the matter?"
The two groups separated at this point. Sanemi initially opposed separating from Iwakatsu, even though Iwakatsu hadn't done anything, he still couldn't help but be wary of him.
"Why worry about so much? You can leave or not, it's up to you."
Ichiro rolled his eyes and, pulling Muichiro along, led the way out of the dojo-like area. Gyomei followed. Sanemi, looking at Genya who was pulling him along, scratched his head in annoyance and chased after them.
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