Chapter 126 Special: Kokushibo: A Heart That Cannot Be Saved...
He probably has no regrets in his life.
It was completely different from the original trajectory. Those ten years of joy almost made him forget the brief pain he had experienced in Jiguo Mansion.
When I think of that place, my father's face has become blurry. I only remember that when my mother passed away, I regretted that I could not be with her properly.
Suzuki Kawa asked him to secretly visit the deceased at the cemetery of the country every year.
Year after year, the grass in the cemetery grew taller and taller, and they grew taller, but they felt that the grass around them became shorter.
The grass that was originally almost up to my thighs has now grown to below my knees.
The life of a ghost killer is very thrilling. You need to constantly make yourself stronger in order to win the fight against ghosts.
He and Suzuki Kawa have been partners since the first day they started killing demons.
The young man said seriously that he became ill because he was punished by God and that he had to kill the ghost to survive.
He nodded and said, "I will definitely try my best to kill the ghost and help Xiaochuan."
Are there really gods in this world?
The person closest to God he had ever seen was Yoriichi.
The gods' joys and sorrows are all subtle. He once read a book from a neighboring country that said, "Do not be happy with things, and do not be sad with yourself." Perhaps the meaning expressed in the book was different, but when he listened to the teacher explain the meaning of this sentence, the person he thought of was Yuanyi.
Joy and sorrow, the same thing applies when they are reversed.
During the ten years that he and Suzuki Kawa spent in the Demon Slayer Corps killing demons - or to be precise, less than ten years - he was extremely happy. The Demon Slayer Corps was better than anywhere else in the world, but the Demon Slayer Corps was not as pure and flawless as imagined.
Everything has its shortcomings. When you find shortcomings, don’t always think about blaming others, but find ways to correct them.
Suzuki Kawa said to him.
Good things are achieved through one's own efforts.
His friend's ideas were more special than all the ideas he came into contact with. At the age of ten, his thinking should have been shaped, but after spending days and nights with Suzuki Kawa, he had long forgotten the lessons of the young master of the successor country.
Such a good person.
Such a normal person.
Such a fragile person, as if he could fall ill and never wake up at any time.
Disappeared at the age of twenty.
A strange and clumsy memory occupied his mind and buried the truth, but when he was half asleep and half awake, indulging in a dream, there was always a brilliant white light in front of his eyes, and a figure slowly walked into the bright sunshine without looking back.
That person is heading towards a better tomorrow.
He thought.
He originally didn't want to think about those messy memories, but later he found that the more he recalled those clumsy memories, the more interesting things he found.
He became more and more curious about where that person had gone.
One day, he remembered that he had not visited the graves for a long time. After completing the task, he headed to the long-missed place. When he was about to arrive, he remembered that he had not brought anything with him.
The morning sun shone through the mist onto his body, and the scent of damp grass and trees accompanied by the sound of birdsong led him to the Suzuki family's cemetery next door.
He saw ashes all over the ground.
Only then did he realize that the mysterious figure in his memory did not go towards the future he thought it would.
Instead, he turned into a ghost.
... Kokushibo closed his eyes. Why did he think of what happened at that time? It was just a tiny part of his memory.
He raised the Void Crying God and slashed through the darkness once again. The terrifying crescent-shaped slash split the ground and easily caused serious injuries to the humans in front of him.
Even if it comes to this, do we still have to hold on?
If Yunyi were here, he would probably never show such an expression.
It wouldn't be so embarrassing.
Only Yoriichi can unleash the greatest power of the breathing technique, no matter if he is the one who possesses the memories of two lives, or the person who is said to be Yoriichi's successor.
Everything is just a copy of Breathing of the Sun.
There was also a pair of brothers fighting against him, but unfortunately the younger brother was too weak and was chopped off by him with one sword. The older brother was quite useful and awakened the stripes and the red sword during the battle.
There was also one who was using heavy weapons, and his strength was comparable to that of an upper-rank demon, which reminded him of Jifutaro.
Kokushibo kept swinging his sword, and in the darkness with blood flying everywhere, his six eyes shone with a strange light. On the hollow crying god, the eyeballs that were almost exactly the same as his were also moving.
In a fierce battle, he faced two pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps, which was quite easy for him. The swordsman who swung the iron ball, no, let's call him a warrior, his progress was as fast as that of the demons.
"You all have markings." The memories of the battles with other Upper Moons came into his mind. Kokushibo dodged the flying iron ball and looked at the human in front of him who was already covered in wounds.
In the memories of the previous life, the decisive battle would take several years, but now it has been advanced, and there are also more swordsmen who have opened the markings.
It is at the cost of burning one's life to kill the evil spirits.
As expected, he was as strong as he remembered. Kokushibo's dark purple horse hakama flew around because of his movements. His six eyes turned and looked at the young man who was blocked behind these two men. It seemed that the guy's gun was also a problem.
Unfortunately, he swung his knife too quickly and was too lazy to think of other ways to kill him.
The two pillars were still attacking, and they were loudly communicating encouragement to each other. Kokushibo listened, and it was exactly the same as he remembered, as if they were set characters who had to say specific words no matter what time.
He held the knife, his speed slowing down slightly, which should have been a fatal flaw in the fight, but the opponent couldn't even get close to him.
Kokushibo's face began to look ugly. He was dealing with the swordsman's attack while thinking rapidly in his mind.
All the things he couldn't figure out suddenly opened up after that thought flashed through his mind.
Tempting him to think deeply.
A question that made him feel cold and terrified.
He swung the knife wildly, and some wounds appeared on his body, but they were healed in an instant. Not far away, the young man who was supposed to be killed by him raised his gun as he remembered, and on the muzzle of the gun were eyeballs similar to his six eyes.
Continuous bullets flew out.
Kokushibo's figure disappeared.
"What...?!" After slashing the air with a sword, Fushigi opened his eyes wide and looked around frantically, looking for the disappearing figure of Kokushibo.
Time seemed to stand still for a full ten seconds.
The figure of the evil ghost disappeared, and a greater danger was approaching madly. All of Busikawa Genya's bullets missed their targets, and no more bullets could be fired from his gun barrel. He stared blankly at the front.
That ghost actually predicted his actions.
These ten seconds seemed to last as long as ten years. Their hands holding the weapons were twisted and white, the bloodstains were terrifyingly deep, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
"He is still here." Xingming from Beiming Island said.
Why don't you come out and continue fighting them? !
That ghost has other blood vampire magic? !
A huge crescent-shaped slash tore through the air and fell, and the tense nerves relaxed. The two breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it appeared.
The slash fell, and cracks appeared on the ground again. Kokushibo's figure appeared in front with his back to the three people.
The Xu Ku Shen in his hand still maintained the shape of a long sword, reflecting a faint light, which was a sign of its sharp blade.
Kokushibo looked up at the vast night sky and could only see sparse stars.
"I... finally understand." The evil ghost's low and hoarse voice sounded.
He turned his head and saw the Sun Blade and the Axe coming towards him in his peripheral vision. The two swordsmen were using all their strength to kill him with one blow.
The next second, what was reflected in the eyes of humans was Kokushibo, a huge shadow, almost exactly like the evil spirit, but in his hand was a long sword with a strange shape, and the blade was forked into several parts, which was completely different from the sword in their impression.
The shadow turned around, and six eyes shining with the fire of the underworld stared at the flying swordsman.
"Breathing of the Moon·Seventh Form·Rin Yue·Sky Break——"
The Shikigami held the sword in both hands and slammed into the two swordsmen. The red sword pierced into his huge body and began to burn. However, the sharp blade of the God of Weeping cut the human's throat in an instant.
The red sword stayed in His body, burning fiercely.
Kokushibo stood in front, looking at the courtyard in the valley from afar. He saw figures standing in twos and threes in front of the courtyard gate. The Pillars were almost wiped out, and the remaining ones were probably Yoriichi's successors.
The burning sensation in his body became more and more intense, but Kokushibo seemed not to feel it. He stared fixedly at the brightly lit place.
"He doesn't want me to go back to my old ways."
"But I came here with the determination to die."
"He must be extremely disappointed in me."
Kokushibo looked up at the dark night sky. Had five hours already passed?
Was everything a set-up, waiting for them to act out? They spoke similar words, engaged in similar thoughts, unable to escape the cage of fate, unable to sever the shackles of memory.
Is the new life that Suzuki Kawa gives him necessarily a good one?
But at least there were many moments when he laughed heartily, forgot all his worries, and didn't have to think about the past.
Why did you become a ghost again, Yan Sheng?
——I want to continue wielding the sword and pursue a more powerful realm.
——I want to keep up with my friends and stop staying in the same place.
All these settings, the inevitable ending, even the death of the upper-rank demons...Jifutaro, Mei, Ichiro, Shirohime, Douma, those colleagues who he rarely interacted with but still thought were good, will never see them again.
Those days and nights when he was obsessed with calculating the strength of his brothers and turning them into enemies, those days and nights when he repeatedly chewed over whether his choices were correct, those days and nights when he told himself over and over that he would eventually die -
What would Suzuki Kawa think?
"Go find me a blue flower, let's go for a walk."
The seemingly lighthearted words fell into my ears.
Kokushibo nodded in agreement without much thought.
Just like in his previous life, he often went out to look for blue spider lilies. He didn't know what that thing was, and Muzan Kibutsuji couldn't explain it either, but he had to go find it anyway.
Walking through the dark mountains and forests, walking through the gurgling streams under the moonlight, walking through the deserted and decaying villages, walking through spring and autumn, time passed quickly. What was he thinking at that time?
Still the same things.
After spring comes autumn, after autumn comes spring. As he thought about this, he came to the end of the road.
The overgrown wilderness told him there was no way out.
Later one day, Suzuki Kawa told him that he didn't need to look for the blue spider lily.
Later, Suzuki Kawa stood at the door with his back to him and said that if he regretted becoming a ghost, he would kill him with his own hands.
He found it difficult to accept the sudden change in his friend's attitude, and kept wondering whether some ghost had annoyed him or some human had met with bad luck.
The night wind blew and his body trembled.
Yes, the Ghost King can absorb all the memories and thoughts of ghosts.
Suzuki Kawa had shared this ability with him a long time ago, but he didn't want to use it because he felt that the noise and chattering of ghosts piling up in his head were unbearable.
Suzuki River lived in such unbearable days for four hundred years.
What Kokushibo has been thinking about for four hundred years is like something carved out of the same mold, and every line is exactly the same as Kokushibo in his previous life.
It turned out that he already knew everything, past, present and future.
——Yan Sheng, why did you choose to become a ghost again?
...He originally thought that Xiaochuan was too lonely and he had to accompany him all the time.
On that moonlit night in Jiguofu, the young Suzuki Kawa excitedly pulled him to escape. What lay before them was a wild mountain road covered with gravel and overgrown weeds.
Suzuki Kawa pulled him onto the unfamiliar road without hesitation.
On the night when he was twenty-fifth, which was also a bright moonlit night, Suzuki Kawa stuffed that powerful heart into his chest.
They spent countless days and nights drinking tea and chatting in the dojo, and they were the best of friends.
Even though more and more demons appeared around him, the first thing he did after waking up was always to find Kokushibo.
Kokushibo lowered his head, grabbed the Nichirin Sword that had pierced his body, and pulled it out fiercely. Blood splattered everywhere, and he threw the Nichirin Sword aside. Even with the powerful repair ability of the ghost, he was helpless in the face of the burning red sword.
The fire in the forest opposite was still burning, but it was already weakening, and the frost on the other side began to melt.
Kokushibo was calm, found a path and walked towards the valley. The hakama on his horse was stained red with blood and looked a bit heavy.
A few years ago, Suzuki Kawa always liked to take a novel to his dojo, read it while drinking tea, and tell him the story of the novel.
He said those novels were too boring. The protagonist always ended up defeating the villain, with people dying and getting hurt all around, but at least he won.
He said the characters were too stereotyped and spread like a plague, but the market loved these novels.
He said it would have been nice if there had been a different ending.
In his eyes, the fate of the evil spirits and the Infinite City are just like these stereotyped endings, unchangeable but welcome.
Suzuki Kawa never thought of killing the upper-rank demons, but the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps displayed unprecedentedly powerful fighting skills, and the originally invincible evil demons became equally powerful.
Everything is in line with memory.
Even if it's several years apart.
For human beings, two or three years are a great opportunity to strengthen themselves and are indispensable. So where does the power that suddenly bursts out come from?
Kokushibo already had an answer in his mind.
That is, everything is already determined.
The evil spirits will surely perish.
Humanity will surely triumph.
Suzuki Kawa can now walk under the sun, and he is no longer considered a demon - to be more precise, he is not within the calculation of fate.
Many years ago, Suzuki Kawa reached out his hand to pull Yan Sheng out of the cage of fate.
"I... remember everything..." The remaining flame of the red sword was bursting with impossible power every moment. Kokushibo finally saw the outline of the yard, but his pace was getting slower and slower.
Be sure to go see Suzuki Kawa.
Tell him,
"sorry."
The tall evil ghost could no longer hold on and knelt on one knee on the ground. The crying god Xu inserted himself into the soil to maintain his body shape.
If you find something bad, you should find a way to correct it.
This is what Suzuki Kawa told him.
If there really are gods in the world, please bring Ogawa back to his time.
Kokushibo lowered his head, and the strange six eyes on his face disappeared, leaving only a pair of pupils, still with golden pupils and deep red sclera.
All those dark pasts and quagmire-like memories began to turn yellow and gray and became blurred. The heavy chains on my heart seemed to be shattered by the burning flames in my body.
The blood dripped down and flowed on the bluestone steps.
There seemed to be hurried footsteps behind me.
Ando Tsukasa's voice also sounded.
Kokushibo closed his eyes, and from then on, this noisy guy would probably accompany him.
I hope he won't be alone on his future journey anymore.
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"Don't be like this, big brother!"
"The fight over there, Boss, is almost over. You have to hold on!"
Ando Tsukasa walked all the way from the place where Kokushibo had fought, sweating profusely. Looking at Kokushibo who had given up treatment in despair, he remembered what Suzuki Kawa had told him.
He took out a bottle from his clothes, pinched a demon stronger than himself for the first time, and poured the liquid inside into Kokushibo's mouth without saying a word.
"With so much ghost blood, big brother, you must hold on, otherwise the boss will come out and kill me first." Ando Si knelt beside him and begged with a bitter face.
It seems like he spent the whole night collecting corpses.
He also couldn't understand how such a tragic situation could arise when the strength and numbers of the two sides were so different.
Ando Tsukasa clenched his fists in hatred.
——No need to think about it, it must be a plot kill!
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