Chapter 93: Learning and the Beginning of the Plot
Iwakatsu watched the falling snowflakes and was somewhat moved. The forest was covered in a layer of white. He looked at Tokito Ichiro, who was still training hard in the yard.
In the snow, the boy, with his hair tied in a high ponytail, stood upright and swung a wooden sword forcefully at the wooden doll that was stuck there.
"When swinging the knife, do not... press down."
Watching the other person make a few gestures, Yan Sheng walked over and patted the other person's wrist. During this time, Yan Sheng noticed this habit of the other person.
"hiss--."
Tokito Ichiro felt that karma was indeed catching up with him. He used to always scold and lecture Muichiro. Now he was being scolded, and he couldn't even refute him. He could only silently endure and correct his ways.
"Okay, brother." You old feudal man, wait until I learn how to beat you up.
Yuichiro Tokito cursed inwardly and slammed his fist into the wooden stake with even more force.
Iwakatsu carefully observed Tokito Ichiro's movements, noting their fluidity and ability to execute several moves in succession. He nodded in satisfaction. To have laid the foundation of a person's one or two years' worth of preparation in less than a month—the opponent's talent was indeed exceptional.
"Stop, just a minute."
Kokushi felt he could start teaching the other person Moon Breathing. Actually, the simplest breathing technique was Water Breathing, which was also the choice of most members of the Demon Slayer Corps. But Kokushi didn't know how, and he felt that as his descendant, he should learn Moon Breathing.
"call--."
Tokito Ichiro stopped what he was doing, his sideburns damp with sweat, and he looked at Iwakatsu with puzzled eyes.
He watched as the other person put on wooden clogs and slowly walked over. Yan Sheng had no intention of using the feigned crying technique; instead, he picked up a wooden sword that was lying scattered nearby.
"Next, I will... teach you... the Breath of the Moon."
Yan Sheng placed the wooden sword at his waist, adjusted his breathing, and drew the sword in an instant, making a slash. Fearing an accident, Yan Sheng kept the amplitude to a minimum.
In an instant, Tokito felt a sense of oppression as a curved blade with a golden crescent moon flew past him.
"Snap—".
A wooden stake not far away was cut in half, and the beautiful blade did not stop there, but continued to disappear for more than ten meters.
"This is the First Form... Dark Moon Palace."
Iwakatsu put down his wooden sword, and Tokito Ichiro watched as the purple kimono swayed with his movements, becoming the only color in the snow.
"I can learn this?!"
Tokito Ichiro looked on in surprise. He had been practicing some basic moves and learning how to better regulate his breathing.
"Um,."
Iwakatsu sensed Tokito Ichiro's sudden surge of emotion and showed him five more forms, thinking that he should learn these six forms first.
"Study, please?"
"study!"
Tokito Ichiro was eager to try, recalling Iwakatsu's movements just now and began to swing his sword. Iwakatsu watched and blocked his wooden sword without hesitation.
"Too...slow, practice, do it a few more times..."
"..." Damn, I'm numb from the shock.
With a fierce look in his eyes, Tokito Yuichiro raised his hand and swung it at Iwakatsu without hesitation, driven by selfish motives. Iwakatsu raised an eyebrow, dodging the blow with his wooden sword, and pointed out the other's mistake.
Yuichiro Tokito grew angrier and angrier as the fight went on, his veins throbbing. He vowed to learn the technique and then beat Iwakatsu to a pulp!
"Snap—".
Iwakatsu knocked Tokito Ichiro's wooden sword away, then flipped his wrist and stabbed the hilt of the wooden sword into Tokito Ichiro's abdomen.
"Ouch, that hurts."
Tokito Ichiro couldn't help but bend over and clutch his head, a slight stinging pain causing him to break out in a light sweat. Iwakatsu released his wooden sword and patted the other's head.
"Practice some more."
"/#%@#".
Tokito Ichiro watched with frustration as Iwakatsu turned and walked into the house. After a long pause, he picked up the wooden sword from the ground and began to chop at the wooden stake. The falling snowflakes either flew away or were hit by his movements.
"Honey, why are you keeping Tokito Yuichiro as a pet?"
1008 asked, puzzled. He felt that Yan Sheng's purpose was to maintain the plot. Even if he had taken pity on the other party and saved them, he should not have kept them but instead healed them and found a safe place to live.
"I don't think he'll be lucky enough to never encounter a ghost again, especially since he's a character who's destined to die in the story."
Yan Sheng picked up his tea and took a small sip. Perhaps because he hadn't eaten tea for so many years, he could now vaguely taste a bit of flavor. It was light, but much better than chewing wax.
Is that so?
Helpless, 1008's appearance this time was simply to tell Yan Sheng that the plot was about to begin.
When Yan Sheng learned of this, he simply nodded casually. In fact, there wasn't any major plot development in the early stages, and Yan Sheng felt that if there were still problems, then the plot was beyond saving.
"..." Okay
Iwakatsu looked up and saw that in the courtyard, Tokito Ichiro was still frantically attacking the battered wooden stake. He silently took a few more sips of his drink.
Has the story begun?
——
"Run, sister!"
Nezuko Kamado, holding her younger brother, ran outside with tears in her eyes. She struggled to break open the wooden door, and the voices of Takeo Kamado and the screams of the other family members came from inside the house.
Nezuko Kamado didn't dare stop. She gritted her teeth and ran outside, knowing that the demons inside were extremely dangerous and that she couldn't protect everyone.
The stench of blood filled the air, and Nezuko Kamado could only watch as the small body in her arms was slashed open in an instant, the red blood dripping onto the snow like flowers.
"Pfft."
Muzan Kibutsuji looked down at the two people lying outside the door with his red vertical pupils, and watched Nezuko Kamado's elaborate efforts to protect Rokuta Kamado.
"It's really interesting how fragile and powerless the human body is."
As if struck by a thought, Muzan Kibutsuji reached out and dripped blood onto Nezuko Kamado's wound. She should be happy to have been granted this by the Demon King, and then to have abandoned everything to be loyal to me.
Muzan Kibutsuji noticed Nezuko Kamado's aura gradually dissipating and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.
"Died after receiving so little blood? So fragile and useless. It's no wonder that a demon that can withstand sunlight isn't so easy to create."
A wooden door opened as Muzan Kibutsuji turned around. He didn't notice that the moment he stepped through the door, Nezuko Kamado's hand, which was lying on the snow, twitched slightly.
Snow continued to fall, trying to cover up the horrific, bloody scene. Tanjiro Kamado, carrying a bamboo basket, stared blankly at his younger brother and sister lying dead at the doorway.
The winter wind was cold, and the smoke from his breath blurred Tanjiro Kamado's vision. He rushed forward with tears in his eyes, only to touch blood.
"W-What happened?! What's going on?"
Tanjiro Kamado looked up and saw a blood-soaked scene through the broken door. Blood covered the surroundings, and the bodies of his mother, younger brother, and younger sister lay there, their terrified expressions chilling.
“Mom…Hana…Takeo…Shigeru…Rokuta…Nezuko.”
Tanjiro Kamado stepped forward, trembling, and unlike before, his touch was icy cold.
The coolness that reached his hands brought him back to his senses. He wiped away the tears that had unconsciously streamed down his face, turned around, and carried Nezuko Kamado on his back.
Unlike the others, Nezuko's body was still warm, so he had to hurry down the mountain to find a doctor.
He left a trail of footprints in the snow, tears streaming down his face. His exhausted body swayed precariously, yet he couldn't stop there.
Why, why did this happen? Was it a bear? But it's the middle of winter, and it's so uncomfortable. No, how much further is it? Is the road down the mountain that long?
I absolutely, positively will save Nezuko.
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