Chapter 87: Extraordinary Diary of Recovery: Suzuki Chuan is not dead, but not far from death...
Suzuki Kawa is not dead, but he is not far from death.
Izumi Seiichiro said this to Ubuyashiki Yuuta. He suspected that the demons that Suzukigawa encountered were more powerful than the demons that the Demon Slayer Corps had encountered before. Inu used the Nichirin sword to chop off the heads of the demons that Suzukigawa had nailed to the ground with light arrows. Those heads rolled on the ground and did not completely disappear.
It was not completely destroyed until the sun came out.
The Demon Slayer Corps has a rough guess about the level of demons, but it is not clear.
On the third day, Suzuki Kawa regained some consciousness, talked to Izumi Seiichiro who was taking care of him, and closed his eyes again.
He provided a lot of information about ghosts.
The demons are roughly divided into Muzan's direct subordinates, who possess various blood demon arts and can transform humans into demons.
The other demons were either transformed casually by Muzan or by his subordinates. Their abilities would be much weaker than those given blood by Muzan himself. Most of the demons hunted by the Demon Slayer Corps in the past were of this type.
On the seventh day, Jiguo Yansheng took him to the nearby Wisteria Pattern House.
Although it is said to be nearby, it is actually still fifteen miles away. Yan Sheng thought about it for a long time. He hoped that Suzuki Kawa would be closer to the headquarters so that it would be convenient for him to visit, but Suzuki Kawa said that it would be better to be farther away from the headquarters.
Everyone at the headquarters was still working hard to practice breathing sword techniques. The sound of wooden swords colliding was crisp. Yan Sheng was swinging his sword and training alone. Yuan Yi, standing in the crowd, silently cast a glance at his brother.
After performing the breathing sword technique for the first time, Yan Sheng seemed to fall into a stagnant state. When he swung his sword, he didn't think about killing ghosts or anything else, but the back of his friend leaving.
If he was stronger, he could have noticed that a ghost was following them, or persuaded his friends to escort Kamioka Mari back when Suzuki Kawa proposed to leave.
He would rather be hurt himself.
Yan Sheng stared at the wooden sword he was practicing with. Its shape was exactly the same as the Nichirin sword. Although it was made of thicker materials, it was still very different from the Nichirin sword.
"Brother, you have been worried for many days. Is it because of Ogawa?" Tsugikoku Yoshiichi came over at some point.
Yan Sheng looked up and did not deny: "Yes."
He looked at his brother who was blessed by God. He was born with the ability to see through the world and created his own breathing sword technique. Since joining the Demon Slayer Corps, he had killed every demon he encountered with one blow.
Yoshikazu Tsugakuni is not good at socializing, but he is very popular among swordsmen.
Especially the swordsmen who had carried out missions with him, their expressions were extremely fanatical, describing how dazzling and brilliant Tsugikuni Yoriichi's swordsmanship was, like a blazing sun.
From the very beginning, Yunyi was in a different position from everyone else.
Jiguo Yansheng stood up and looked at Jiguo Yuanyi: "For the ghost hunting mission tonight, you and I will be a team, right?"
"Yes."
"It's getting late, let's go back and prepare." Yan Sheng turned around, put the wooden sword in the basket in the corner of the room, and walked out of the training ground.
The afterglow of the setting sun enveloped him. For the past ten years or so, Suzuki Kawa always squatted in the flower bed outside the dojo, pulling petals to play, and then was scolded by his dissatisfied classmate Xiao Ai.
The boy had a weak physique and was not good at using a knife. He would only go to the dojo occasionally to wield a knife with Yan Sheng, and his wrists were soft and weak.
He was lazy and always used poor health as an excuse.
Yan Sheng stood in front of the flower bed, stunned for a while, then slowly walked towards the dormitory.
He should have been used to it long ago. Suzuki Kawa had been in a coma for more than a month, so it was normal that there was no trace of his friends here.
Suzuki Kawa is slowly helping him adapt to living alone.
Before nightfall, Jiguo Yansheng took Yunyi out of the headquarters and started tonight's ghost hunting.
About twenty-three miles away from the headquarters, there were many traces of ghosts, and Jiao Ya reported that there were at least two ghosts.
They encountered a powerful cannibal.
Yunyi displayed a fighting skill as gorgeous as the blazing morning sun.
"Is that why Yan Sheng is so unhappy?"
"No……"
In the room filled with a strong smell of medicine, Suzuki Chuan leaned against a soft pillow and looked at Yan Sheng with a smile.
Jiguo Yansheng opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but the memory of himself being defeated by the cannibal and falling to the ground in a mess came to his mind. He could only look up at Yuanyi's back and watch him raise the Sun Wheel Sword. After a gorgeous sun shadow, the cannibal was killed with one blow.
"As an elder brother, it's really frustrating that I'm inferior to my younger brother in every way." After a moment of silence, Yan Sheng said in a low voice.
Normally he would never say these words, but here it was just him and his best friend, and the negative emotions that had been piling up in his heart were barely able to find a way out.
Suzuki Kawa felt that he had a great responsibility. Now Yan Sheng was obviously showing signs of going astray, and the system kept urging him to enlighten Yan Sheng.
He thought for a moment and said to Yan Sheng, "When I'm better, Yan Sheng, show me your breathing sword technique."
"My breathing sword technique... I haven't improved since I performed the first move last time." When Yan Sheng said this, the depression between his brows was immediately replaced by worry.
He felt that he still had room to move forward, but he was tripped by a stone and could not move forward at all, and he had no idea what to do.
This discovery made Jiguo Yansheng very depressed.
Suzuki Chuan comforted him: "Take your time, you are still young."
He is still young.
There is still a long time——
The boy's eyelashes trembled a few times, and he restrained his expression and turned to ask Suzuki Kawa if he had taken medicine in the past few days.
This house with wisteria patterns is home to an old woman who has a large inheritance from her husband and son and lives a very wealthy life.
But after her husband and son died at the hands of the evil spirit, the old woman looked very depressed.
Jiguo Yansheng decided to choose this place as the relocation address for Suzuki River, and he naturally had his considerations.
This place is not far from the Suzuki family's ancestral home, which means it is also where Suzuki Kawa's biological mother is buried.
Secondly, the old lady in this family, who was called Mrs. Suzuki by others, had hidden records showing that Mrs. Suzuki's husband was a branch of the Suzuki family, engaged in business, and was killed by an evil spirit while traveling with his son.
She is a person who has a close relationship with Suzuki Kawa.
In the room filled with the smell of medicine, Suzuki Chuan shrank his neck guiltily and said, "I don't think those medicines have any effect..."
His voice gradually became quieter as Yan Sheng frowned.
It is really horrifying that a seriously injured and dying person is alive and well in less than half a month.
Suzuki Chuan felt that instead of saying that he was almost well, it would be better to let Yan Sheng think that he didn't like to take bitter medicine.
Yan Sheng stood up, his tone filled with helplessness: "Where are your medicines?"
"Behind the potted plant over there." Suzuki Chuan raised his finger. Actually, he had hidden it there specifically.
The source of the medicinal smell wafting through the room had finally been found. Yan Sheng went to fetch the still steaming medicine. When he smelled the slightly pungent odor, he couldn't help but frown. "Is this medicine so bitter?"
Suzuki Chuan nodded hurriedly and began to play the victim: "I have to drink three or four times a day, I can't escape even once, why don't I -"
"It was my negligence. I'll go back and buy some candied fruit for you." Yan Sheng nodded and apologized.
The blond boy choked.
He thought Yan Sheng would say, since it’s so bitter, why not not drink it this time.
The system laughed at him: [Actually, it's all your imagination.]
Suzuki Chuan took the bowl of medicine with a depressed look on his face, muttering to the system: "This old woman is kind, but she's a little too kind. She always adds so many extra supplements."
He was worried that if he continued to take supplements like this, he might wake up with a nosebleed one day.
The boy frowned and swallowed the medicine in one gulp.
Jiguo Yansheng took the bowl from him after he finished drinking the medicine, and earnestly reminded him to take the medicine on time, and then said: "I will come to see you every three days, don't forget."
Suzuki Kawa nodded repeatedly.
Ghost hunting missions and training take up most of Jiguo Yansheng's daily time. He also has to take time to visit Suzuki Kawa, but his stay is not long.
After seeing Yan Sheng leave, the system popped up: [Didn’t you say you would enlighten Yan Sheng?]
Suzuki Kawa: [Haven’t I already enlightened you?]
system:【? 】
It really has serious doubts whether Suzuki Kawa can complete this task.
The current direction cannot be said to be exactly the same as the original, it can only be said to be no different from a wild horse that has broken free from its reins.
Moreover, the mastermind mentioned to it not long ago that this type of mission can easily be modified by the world consciousness, that is to say, the direction of things will try every means to coincide with the original work.
The inheritance of the breathing sword technique, the birth of the Seven Pillars of the Warring States Period, the departure of the Sun and Moon Geminis, Ji Guo Yansheng opening the markings, and ending his swordsman career at the age of twenty-five.
Then he turned into a ghost, killed his lord, and pledged his allegiance to the Ghost King.
but--
But the Demon King has become Suzuki Kawa!
It is impossible for him to take the initiative to transform Jiguo Yansheng. After thinking about it, the system only thought of one possibility, that is, Yan Sheng was seriously injured and dying, Suzuki River’s mission was not completed, so he had to transform him into a ghost.
The system feels that it has anticipated the future direction.
Outside the house, Mrs. Suzuki came in. She was in her fifties, which was not considered old by modern people. However, she had become much more mature overnight because of the death of her husband and son.
The old lady had a serious face. She greeted Suzuki Kawa first, then said, "You should take your medicine on time. I heard that you are a top demon hunter in the Demon Slayer Corps. If you can recover soon and continue to kill demons, you can also protect more ordinary people."
Suzuki Chuan laughed, looked at the serious mother-in-law, and said, "Mr. Quan said that I am not far from death. I heard it."
Granny Suzuki's expression remained unchanged as she shook her head. "I can see from your face that you don't look like someone dying. You are the most energetic person I've ever met."
When Yan Sheng brought the unconscious Suzuki Kawa, Grandma Suzuki was also shocked to see the young man covered in wounds. She was worried that Suzuki Kawa would die soon, so she was a little panicked.
However, after settling Suzuki Kawa, the boy opened his eyes. Although his breathing was weak, Grandma Suzuki saw those beautiful eyes that she would never forget. There was not the dejection of a dying man, nor the frustration of a strong man with broken wings. Only the endless fire of life was burning.
His life will never end because of this.
Suzuki Chuan raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He didn't know where Grandma Suzuki got her confidence from. Even Yan Sheng, who grew up with her, was always worried that he would die at any time, but this old lady looked so confident that he would get better.
Faced with the kindness, Suzuki Kawa was still very happy. He chatted with Grandma Suzuki for a while, and Grandma Suzuki ended the conversation because she was worried that it would affect his rest.
Suzuki Kawa still felt a little unsatisfied. He had to say that Grandma Suzuki lived far away from the crowd and knew a lot of strange stories. She spoke in a very organized way and Suzuki Kawa liked listening to her stories very much.
The old man was also very happy to meet a young man who was willing to listen.
She was used to being serious, but when she closed Suzukikawa's door, her body felt a relaxation that she hadn't felt in several years.
Her old body could no longer take brisk steps, so she walked slowly into the yard, intending to trim the branches while the moon was still out.
Some plants like to bloom at night.
Inside the house, Suzuki Kawa and the system said, "I think what my mother-in-law said makes sense."
"Can a dying person see the flames of the soul? This is similar to the theory of the sorcerer that the dying can see the cursed spirit," the system said.
"Although it's a legend, she said that when she first saw me, she saw that the flame of my life was very active." Suzuki Kawa couldn't help but feel a little proud. He is worthy of being him.
The system couldn't stand his smug look: [I'm just kidding.]
After a pause, it continued: [If it's true, you'll be unhappy again.]
Suzuki Chuan's expression changed and he curled his lips: "Am I that kind of person? Don't—"
Before he could finish his words, he heard a knock on the door.
The young man frowned, tilted his head and looked towards the gate.
His room faced the courtyard gate, but the side facing the gate was often closed, and people entered through the door on the other side.
It's already night time, and Jiguo Yansheng has been gone for almost an hour. Who else would come to visit?
In the yard, Grandma Suzuki, who was pruning the branches, paused. She didn't look up, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to be frozen. The "knock knock" sound rang out for the second time.
Her hand holding the scissors trembled, and she lost her grip on the tool, and the scissors fell into the flowers she had just trimmed.
The overlapping branches and leaves provide a cushion, preventing the scissors from making any noise when they fall.
Grandma Suzuki recalled the scenarios she had always imagined over the past few years.
The husband and son were resting in the hotel. At night, there was a knock on the door.
The son was puzzled and got up to open the door.
"He opened the door, and outside was a cannibal who had been starving for days."
"The entire hotel was murdered by cannibals."
"He fought back desperately, but failed to defeat the cannibal. After seeing his father's mutilated body, he lost his last desire to fight."
The faint and painful voice seemed to still ring in my ears.
She closed her eyes.
A "swish" sound broke the stiff atmosphere in the yard and interrupted the increasingly rapid knocking on the door.
Suzuki Kawa stood under the eaves wearing a white robe, his golden hair hanging down behind him. The boy's face was still pale, and his body was soaked with the lingering bitter smell of medicine.
He took a step forward, and because he was in a hurry, he didn't wear shoes or socks, and stepped barefoot on the ground covered with pebbles.
The gate of the courtyard was broken open with great force, and the drooling cannibal could no longer hold back. He stared at Grandma Suzuki in the yard with his dark green eyes, then shifted his gaze and looked at Suzuki Chuan who suddenly appeared.
Recently, the Demon Slayer Corps has been hunting demons like crazy. It endured it for half a month, but it couldn't bear it anymore. The resentment towards the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps made it lock on this place.
It observed here at night for several days. There was only an old woman who boiled medicine every night. It seemed that there was a patient in the house.
The old, weak and sick were completely unable to fight back.
Normally, it would look down upon such things and only eat children and young men. But things are different now. Without eating human flesh, it can no longer exert even half of its previous strength.
Is he really a patient? He doesn't seem to have any desire to eat, and even feels a little nauseous.
The cannibal looked at Suzuki Kawa and thought to himself.
"Master Suzuki!" The mother-in-law came to her senses and stopped Suzuki Chuan in his tracks, saying in a trembling voice, "Run!"
Suzuki Chuan's brows were cold, his lips almost transparent, his entire face adorned with only two bright purple dots. He was staring at the cannibal, his lips opening and closing as he said calmly, "Although he's not in his prime, it's not the right for a brat like you to act so presumptuous in front of me."
The system reminded him: [Using arrows at this distance might not be enough to reach Mother-in-law.]
The distance between humans and ghosts is less than three meters, which is indeed a very dangerous number.
"Mother-in-law, please step back to the other side of the house." Suzuki Kawa looked at the old lady with unquestionable eyes.
Grandma Suzuki's pupils trembled. She remembered meeting Yin who came to deliver something a few days ago and told her how great and outstanding Suzuki Kawa was at such a young age.
Perhaps, this young man really has a way.
She decided to comply with the other party's wishes and retreated to the front of the house.
The cannibal didn't think a seriously ill dying man and an old woman would cause any trouble, but it was very annoyed by Suzuki Kawa's behavior and laughed angrily, "Just you?"
It showed the sharp long claws on its hands, which were dark black and carried a poisonous aura. It had once used these long, poisonous nails to kill hundreds of humans and then swallowed them.
There will probably be no surprises tonight.
The young man looked at it with a dull expression. At the moment it moved, his lips opened and closed, silently uttering two words -
"Kneel down."
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