Chapter 155 Choice
In the end, Yoriichi Tsugikuni's strength prevailed, blocking Iwakatsu's attack on the wooden box. Even so, Iwakatsu did not want to shrink in front of Yoriichi Tsugikuni and wanted to stay in that damned wooden box.
“Brother, this way we can travel during the day and it will be more convenient to move around.”
What does "?" mean? Does it mean I'm holding everyone back?
Seeing the puzzled look in Iwakatsu's eyes, Yoriichi Tsugikuni thought for a moment and then continued, "I can carry you so we can get there faster. Brother, you just need to rest."
Yan Sheng clenched his fists, feeling a familiar nausea rising in his throat. He gritted his teeth, stared at the other man, and coldly uttered a single sentence.
"I hate you terribly, Yoriichi Tsugikuni."
———
Goto, who belongs to the Demon Slayer Corps' aftermath handling unit—Kaku—is the Kaku member who led Ichiro Tokito at the Pillar Meeting.
He came to express his appreciation to these young men who had become swordsmen at a younger age and fought with even greater ferocity. Incidentally, he also brought some high-class desserts, such as Castella cake.
Coincidentally, he was the first to arrive at the red-light district a month ago. When everyone else was leaving, he noticed Ichiro standing there, lingering. Looking at Ichiro's bandaged, blood-stained body, Goto was somewhat moved.
But this couldn't offset his resentment at being severely reprimanded and forced to work an unpaid week of overtime because of the other party.
Seeing Ichiro wielding his sword in the courtyard of the Butterfly Mansion, Goto subconsciously stopped. He remembered that the other man had recovered in just a few days.
"Ah, Mr. Goto."
Yuichiro also remembered the other person and nodded at him. Although he didn't know why the other person always looked at him with a resentful look, the other person had come to visit him frequently over the past month, and he felt that the other person must be a good person.
After greeting Ichiro, Goto headed towards the Butterfly Mansion. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Muichiro Tokito standing there, his gaze fixed on the figure in the courtyard through the half-open window.
"Lord Xiazhu."
Goto didn't expect to run into the other person here. Seeing that the other person ignored him and kept looking at the yard, he wisely left. The two looked exactly alike, clearly brothers.
If you care so much, you shouldn't have said such hurtful things back then (one of the people who witnessed the confrontation between the Tokito brothers).
Goto shook his head, carrying the cake towards the ward. It was specially prepared for Tanjiro, who had a keen sense of smell, thinking that the aroma might wake him up.
When he slowly entered the room, he saw a broken vase on the floor. He paused for a moment and looked at the girl sitting inside.
He remembered the other person as Kanao, the stepson of the Insect Pillar, a strange child, probably because he had been killing demons since he was a child.
You should tidy up a bit.
Goto carefully placed the cake on Tanjiro's bedside, bypassing the broken pieces of the vase, and instructed with downcast eyes, "You can take this cake with you and eat it when you leave, otherwise it will spoil."
"Ah... thank you."
Tanjiro's voice made the air awkward for a moment. Goto took a step back in surprise, looked up at Kanao, and began to scold her.
"You're so clueless! You woke up and immediately called for help. Everyone was worried about him."
Kanao was startled and could only bow awkwardly as she looked at Goto and called for help.
"Tanjiro has woken up?"
Ichiro stopped what he was doing and ran toward the Butterfly Mansion at an extremely fast speed. He paused when he opened the door, then casually pushed it open and went inside.
"Tanjiro, are you alright?"
When Yuichiro entered, he saw a room full of people. He walked around to the bedside and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Tanjiro was in relatively good spirits.
"Cook, you look great."
Inosuke stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, but was pulled away by Himawari, causing a moment of chaos.
"Inosuke, I think you need to get some rest, don't you?"
As Yuichiro spoke, he raised his hand and exerted force, causing the wooden sword in his hand to crack with a sharp sound.
"..."
Fortunately, Tanjiro recovered quickly after waking up and was able to rejoin the team within a week, while Inosuke also fully recovered soon after.
Ichiro learned of this news from a letter delivered by Kasugai, written by Goto, which also expressed Goto's shock and incomprehension regarding this restorative power.
It's fine to restore
Yuichiro stroked the kasugai crow that had followed him and opened the letter that Teru had sent. Iwakatsu had started writing to him two or three days after they parted, not very frequently, and this was the third letter.
The letter contained nothing particularly significant, and consisted of only a few short sentences, yet it conveyed genuine concern. After reading it, Yuichiro picked up his pen and began writing a reply on the pristine white paper.
Yan Shengge:
I have fully recovered. I just received news that Tanjiro and the others have also recovered. Thank you for your concern.
After that, I planned to accept the Demon Slayer Corps' help in forging a new Nichirin Blade, intending to continue using the jaw of the sword my brother gave me.
I arrived at the Demon Slayer Corps's Sword Forging Village. The hot springs there were quite nice, though the villagers were all rather strange. But overall, it was a very nice place. (Although I still don't quite like those weird masks.)
The new knife will take some time to develop. The forger is a swordsmith who likes traditional forging methods, and he's very interested in my brother's knife, so it'll be even longer before I get it. (Damn it!)
But when I arrived two days ago, the village had already received the news that he would complete it within the next week. This is truly a cause for celebration; I have been waiting for almost a month.
Tokito Ichiro's pen
Yan Sheng received the letter a day later. He frowned when he saw the words "Forging Village," but then he felt relieved when he thought that there were no swordsmen injured or killed there.
Although Ichiro's presence was an accident, he should be fine given his abilities.
He silently looked at Yoriichi Tsugikuni, who was staring at him, and felt a stomachache. Because of his strong opposition, they still traveled through the night and found Tamayo's residence.
"Brother, is this a letter from Ichiro?"
"Um."
Iwakatsu folded the letter and tucked it into one of his usual books. He got up and prepared to go out for some fresh air. The house in Tamayo was backed by a cliff, and the pool not far away was a place Iwakatsu particularly liked to go.
Staring blankly at the water is quite nice, of course, it would be even better if that person didn't follow him. Iwakatsu stopped and said to Yoriichi Tsugikuni with a hint of annoyance, "Are you bored...?"
"No, I just wanted to be with my elder brother."
Yoriichi looked at Iwakatsu and answered seriously.
Yan Sheng was at a loss. Ever since the other party insisted on carrying that damned wooden box, Yan Sheng didn't want to talk to him anymore. He felt that the wooden box was mocking him.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni watched Iwakatsu's retreating figure with a dark and unreadable expression.
Since meeting Tamayo, Yoriichi Tsugikuni had talked with her for a long time, and yesterday he had witnessed a demon-turned-man regain his self. After arriving here, Kokushibo tacitly allowed Tamayo to collect his blood. Although it was not much different from Nezuko's blood, it still contributed greatly to the research.
“Mr. Yoriichi, I think the direction of the research is correct, and I believe that the drug to turn demons into humans will be successful soon.”
This is a good thing, but Yoriichi Tsugikuni feels even more worried. If he really succeeds, should he restore his elder brother to human form? Even if he might die soon.
Iwakatsu looked at Yoriichi Tsugikuni. He could hear every conversation between Yoriichi and Tamayo. After all, demons cannot be explained by common sense, and besides, this house was not very big.
"I don't need anyone to make decisions for me."
Iwakatsu's nonsensical remark silenced Yoriichi Tsugikuni. He looked up and saw Iwakatsu's fiery red eyes in his mimicry form.
"Yes, elder brother."
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