Chapter 135 The Scramble
Kaigaku took a step back while holding Yan Sheng, his mind racing as he tried to understand the current situation.
Iwakatsu quickly tucked his hands into his sleeves. He looked at the red mark on Yoriichi Tsugikuni's face and felt a little guilty.
After stammering for a long time, he could only manage to utter two words in a soft, weak voice: "Sorry."
Four meters, I didn't mean to.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni snapped out of his daze and fixed his gaze on Iwakatsu, his pupils shrinking as he looked at the other man.
Just like in his memory, the other person's appearance made him forget his grievances from just now, and all his attention was on Yan Sheng.
As the two locked eyes, Tokito Ichiro stepped forward and pinched Iwakatsu's face with both hands, looking astonished.
"elder brother?"
Oh, I forgot there was another one.
Iwakatsu felt a headache coming on. Kaigaku looked at the two of them and struggled for a long time before finally asking, "Lord Kokushibo, you have a younger brother, the Mist Hashira?"
Upon hearing this, Ichiro's face instantly darkened; he recalled Muichiro's words.
Honestly, he holds grudges a lot :)
"Who would dare to be the Mist Pillar? It's just a coincidence that they look the same." Ichiro sneered, his words dripping with sarcasm.
"Ichiro, let go."
Yan Sheng frowned, his fair face turning red from being pinched. Even though he didn't seem happy, he was still very cute.
When Tokito Yuichiro let go of his hand, looking completely innocent, Iwakatsu knew that this little brat had no sense of self-awareness.
"Kaigaku, put me down... I want to... transform..."
Before Yan Sheng could finish speaking, a pair of large hands lifted him from Kai Yue's arms and held him tightly, almost suffocating him.
“Brother, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you like this.”
Get lost! Don't make it sound like I've changed before.
Yan Sheng patted his shoulders and back hard, feeling discomfort in his chest and his stomach involuntarily cramping.
"Tsugikuni, Yoriichi, let go!"
Iwakatsu gripped Yoriichi's shoulders tightly, his black nails stretched out from the tension, and his fiery red eyes began to tinge with gold.
Seeing Iwakatsu's irritable state, Tokito Ichiro stepped forward and tried to pull Iwakatsu away, but he was no match for Yoriichi Tsugikuni's strength.
"You have overstepped your bounds."
Iwakatsu's slightly angry voice came through, which made Yoriichi Tsugikuni realize what was happening and loosen his grip slightly, allowing Iwakatsu to catch his breath.
Even though Yoriichi Tsugikuni was still clinging to Iwakatsu and wouldn't let go, he had clearly toned it down a lot, a scene that left Kaigaku somewhat puzzled.
The rules in Taisho weren't that many, and Kaigaku had been a wanderer since he was a child; his desire to survive left him no time to care about such things.
This was a rule for the nobility.
Tokito Ichiro knew this; through his interactions with the two, he also learned that Iwakatsu was the former head of a large family and placed great importance on rules, though things had improved considerably by then.
He had wondered before why Yoriichi Tsugikuni was different from them, and the other party simply said: How can an ignorant and incompetent ordinary person like me compare with my elder brother?
...
Okay, I admit I was being nosy.
Yoriichi held Iwakatsu tightly in his arms, refusing to let go no matter how much the other struggled.
There are rules, but not many.
Yan Sheng was furious. He had an urge to turn back to his original form, but he had a premonition that even if he did, he wouldn't be able to break free.
He had experienced firsthand the incredible strength of the Son of God, and Yan Sheng's sense of shame led him to choose the less shameful present situation rather than an even more humiliating one.
As expected, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, you disgust me.
Why are you with my brother?
Yuichiro Tokito looked at Yoriichi Tsugikuni, who was excitedly hugging him, and Iwakatsu, who looked utterly hopeless, and then turned to look at Kaigaku.
Did the other party bring Yan Sheng to the car, or was it a smaller version of him?
Why? He's never even seen it!
Kaigaku also noticed that Ichiro wasn't wearing the Demon Slayer Corps uniform, and he knew that the other person wasn't the genius Mist Hashira, so his mood wasn't so complicated.
“The adult saved me, so I will follow the adult and learn from him.”
"?" Isn't this supposed to be mine?!
Tokito Yuichiro grabbed Kaigaku by the collar and leaned close to him, his unfriendly words reaching Kaigaku's ears.
"You've also learned Moon Breathing?!"
What kind of breathing?
Kaiyue was full of questions. He had never heard of it before, and the other person's action made the back of his neck hurt a little.
“There is a boy, you must not… do this.”
Iwakatsu temporarily abandoned his confrontation with Yoriichi Tsugikuni and turned to Ichiro, scolding him, "Kaigaku is no match for Ichiro."
Tsk
Tokito Yuichiro let go, looked up at Iwakatsu with teary eyes, and spoke with great grievance.
"Brother, I've been wandering around for so long, and you're scolding me for the sake of others."
"Brother, why did you suddenly disappear?"
Yoriichi Tsugikuni hugged Iwakatsu's small body tightly, afraid that he would run away.
"..."
Kaigaku narrowed his eyes, his mind racing, and a wicked smile crept onto his face.
"My lord, aren't you supposed to accompany me to find my master? Don't leave me behind."
Kaigaku's pitiful appearance only made the already uncontrollable situation worse.
Iwakatsu really wanted to curse, but his years of upbringing prevented him from speaking. He felt frustrated as Yoriichi Tsugikuni's arm drew closer and closer.
"I will... send you...to the past."
Iwakatsu reached out and patted Kaigaku's head, a smile playing on his lips. Kaigaku was stunned. He had only meant to cause trouble for Iwakatsu, but he hadn't expected Iwakatsu to respond so seriously.
"Yes... thank you."
Tokito Ichiro glared at Kaigaku and used his familiar tea-talking phrases.
"The new ones are just more pleasing to the eye than the old ones."
"?"
Iwakatsu really couldn't do anything about Ichiro, so he waved his hand at him and pinched his cheek as Ichiro looked up.
"Ichiro, how have you been lately...?"
"It was alright. I ran into three not-so-bright guys, but they were nice people."
Tokito Yuichiro crossed his arms, letting the other's little hands move around on his face, and said in a very good mood.
Iwakatsu immediately knew which three the other party was referring to. He hadn't expected Ichiro to travel with the main characters, and for a moment he didn't know whether to be happy or worried.
The good thing is that the other party is traveling with Tanjiro and the others. With the protagonist's halo, they are unlikely to get into trouble halfway. However, this also makes them very easy to get injured.
Yuichiro Tokito is a stubborn but soft-hearted kid, and he's more likely to encounter danger than Kaigaku. It's good for him to protect himself.
"Brother..."
Yoriichi Tsugikuni watched as little Iwakatsu interacted with the other two, completely ignoring him, and buried his face in the other's back in grievance.
Yan Sheng froze instantly, feeling extremely uncomfortable listening to the voice coming from behind him.
"Brother Yuanyi, how old are you!"
Tokito Ichiro was speechless as he watched Yoriichi Tsugikuni, who continued to cling to Iwakatsu without a care in the world. He had to admit that after spending so much time together, while the other man had low emotional intelligence, he certainly had a thick skin.
"Bang—".
A sudden noise rang out, and the four of them looked up at the roof of the car. Yoriichi Tsugikuni, who had a kind of clairvoyant ability, saw Tanjiro Kamado fighting a demon.
Yan Sheng frowned. The originally docile aura of the Nightmare began to stir and rise continuously, and the sounds coming from the front and the roof of the car became more and more chaotic.
It seems we won't be able to reach Momoyama.
"Ugh—what an eyesore and disgusting thing."
Yuichiro Tokito noticed the fleshy walls that suddenly appeared around the seats and transformed into human form to grab at the ordinary people.
"Breathing of the Moon, Second Form: Pearl Moon Dance".
As Ichiro moved, the arm that had just emerged was quickly severed. Kaigaku looked at him in surprise; it was the first time he had ever seen this breathing technique.
"The ghost has become part of the train."
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