Chapter 36 Chapter 36 The Little Ancestor and the Naughty Kids
It was late at night, the vegetation grew in an orderly manner, and the carefully constructed buildings were bathed in the soft moonlight. The intricate and exquisite patterns carved on them floated faintly like spots of light reflected on the rippling water.
Just a quick glance at the entire courtyard tells you that the owner's family is of high status. Even in the Heian-kyō period, they were a well-known and powerful family.
Inside the room, a boy with an unusually delicate appearance had his eyes tightly closed, his brows furrowed, his face pale, and cold sweat dripping down his forehead, as if he was haunted by a nightmare and was deeply trapped in it.
“Ugh… No, don’t!!!”
After a long time, the boy suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, staring blankly at the quilt, with lingering fear in his eyes.
"Dead...dead? I..."
As if he had encountered the most terrifying thing, the boy with slightly curly black hair looked down at his pale, bloodless palms, his pupils trembling slightly with fear: "I'm still alive... Yes, still alive."
The death that haunted him in his dreams was fake.
He Ghost Dance Tsuji Mukai is still alive.
With his palms clenched into fists, Muzan Kibutsuji gasped, trying to calm his overly intense emotions to relieve the pain in his lungs.
After a long time, Muzan Kibutsuji closed his eyes and let out a breath.
"Yes... that's right... I'm still alive..."
From birth until now, even though he's been close to death countless times, hasn't he still been alive and well? What kind of diagnosis said he wouldn't live past 20...
With a sneer, the young child's face showed a mocking and cruel look that was not in line with his age.
'Death? He just wants to live forever.'
'Longer than anyone else.'
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The next morning, after Muzan Kibutsuji finished his meal and just put down the handkerchief he used to wash his hands, he looked up and saw his mother coming towards him.
"Did you have a nightmare yesterday?"
Looking with concern at her child, who had been frail and sickly since birth, the mistress of the Muzan family sat beside him and placed her hand on his forehead. "Do you need a doctor?"
"I'm fine."
When he heard the word "doctor", Muzan Kibutsuji lowered his eyes slightly to hide the disgust in his eyes, but he still spoke in a well-behaved manner.
"Yeah……"
The still worried Muzan family mistress looked at him, and finally compromised, reaching out and holding him in her arms: "It will be fine, you will be fine."
Her child will definitely live a healthy life.
"Yes, I will, Mother."
Of course he will live well.
To this end, no matter the means or cost.
The young child curved his eyes and reached out to pat his mother's arm comfortingly. Although his voice was weak, the firmness in his words was clearly discernible.
However, even though Muzan Kibutsuji firmly believed that he was fine, his father and mother still secretly sent people to find a way to help him calm down and sleep after they found out that he was just having a nightmare.
During the Heian-kyo period, the last thing they thought of was to go to the shrine for help.
"Sir, this is a sacred sword loaned by the shrine."
The servant knelt respectfully below, with his head lowered, and held the wooden box containing a long sword high above his head with both hands, with a humble attitude.
"Divine sword? Will this be useful?"
Looking hesitantly at the katana in the wooden box, the head of the Muzan family realized that he had never seen this katana, which was different from the current katana style.
Nowadays, the blade of a tachi is curved, but compared with those tachi with curved blades, this tachi can be called "straight".
"The shrine said that this sword was presented by a black crow and is imbued with a strong spiritual power."
"Its spiritual power is richer than any other artifact currently in the shrine."
When the shrine obtained this sword, it originally had no intention of lending it out, but only wanted to keep it as a treasure.
However, everyone in Kyoto knew that the future successor of the Muzan family was weak.
Considering the kindness and generosity of the successive heads of the Muzan family and their good reputation, and the fact that the previous head of the Muzan family had done favors for the shrine, the people of the shrine lent the sword.
"Is that so?"
After hearing this, the head of the Muzan family felt relieved and asked, "Then let's give this sword to you, young master."
He only hoped that the magic sword could really suppress the disease and allow his offspring to recover.
After Muzan Kibutsuji took the wooden box and waved away the servants, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and his fingers holding the wooden box tightened.
The worse a person's health is, the more he dislikes being reminded of this all the time.
As a person who has been told since birth that he "will not live past the age of 20", Muzan Kibutsuji cannot bear to hear others mention this matter. He even hates doctors, medicine and... these so-called magical objects that can improve his physical condition.
Muzan Kibutsuji glanced coldly at the katana in the wooden box and was about to throw it on the ground beside him when he suddenly felt an itch in his throat and couldn't help coughing with his hand covering his mouth.
Dark red blood flowed out from between his fingers, dripping onto Muzan Kibutsuji's sleeves. The pain in his chest made his face turn pale, but he couldn't stop coughing.
The wooden box, which could no longer be held, fell to the ground, and the swords placed in the box scattered along with it.
Then, just as the sword was about to fall to the ground, a bright but not dazzling light appeared.
Just like the first ray of sunshine in early spring shining on his body, Muzan Kibutsuji felt that the icy air that had been tightly wrapped around him since birth had faded a little, making him unable to help but turn his head to look towards the direction where the light came from.
A light cherry blossom petal floated down before his eyes, and then a sigh of helplessness fell into his ears.
"What an awkward child."
Because he was bent over, Muzan Kibutsuji could only see a pair of bare feet stepping into his sight, followed by two ornaments hanging beside him, with small white fluffy balls tied to the top, which gradually transitioned from crimson to black and had the ends like crow feathers.
"Come, let me see."
Muzan Kibutsuji heard the other party say this to him, and then he felt a gentle touch on his head.
How to describe this feeling?
The early spring sunshine soaked into his limbs and bones, and the chill that had been clinging to his bones slowly faded away. The itchiness in his throat also dissipated along with the cold, and the pain in his chest melted away like mist in the sunshine.
A warm feeling spread from the top of his head, and there seemed to be a warm current in his body, spreading throughout his body along with his blood. Then, the hidden pain that he had suppressed and deliberately ignored was brushed away like dust.
Unprecedented comfort.
This was a smoothness he had never felt since he was born.
"Is this what... being healthy feels like?"
Murmuring softly, Muzan Kibutsuji felt his heartbeat quickening, his eyes felt sore for a moment, and his nose felt acidic.
After all, he is still just a child. No matter how hard he tried to pretend that he could fight against fate, when he truly touched the feeling called "health", Muzan Kibutsuji couldn't help but want to cry.
"healthy?"
The other party seemed a little confused, but soon said casually without caring: "Maybe."
"You are the child I want to take care of..."
With a long sigh, the other party really embraced Muzan Kibutsuji in her arms like a mother, sat down casually on the ground, let Muzan Kibutsuji lie in her arms, and gently stroked the top of his head with one hand.
"Has it been painful all this time?"
She asked in a low voice, but she didn't need Muzan Kibutsuji's answer, because she quickly continued, "It's okay."
"Although I don't have a sword with a good reputation for curing diseases, and I've never done anything of the sort, I will try my best."
"I will not let my children suffer by my side."
"Go to sleep, I'm here."
As the other party finished speaking, Muzan Kibutsuji felt really sleepy, and his consciousness couldn't stop slipping into sleep.
However, even so, he still struggled to reach out and grab the other person's sleeve before going to sleep, and then tried his best to look up, wanting to see the other person's appearance clearly.
Muzan Kibutsuji succeeded.
He saw the presence of God.
The corners of her upturned eyes were a vibrant red, and her dark pupils were deep, dotted with black dots beneath them. Her dark hair was tied back high, and the loose ends of her hair spread out like crow's wings.
Black crow feathers and a knot that transitioned from crimson to cyan served as embellishments for her hair, adorning her overly slender figure. A hand in crimson armor gently stroked his hair, her eyes lowered slightly to gaze upon him with kindness.
"oh?"
The crow-boy-like Fusangshen looked at him, seemingly puzzled: "Aren't you sleepy?"
"You...are...that katana?"
Muzan Kibutsuji was not stupid. He quickly guessed the identity of the person in front of him - the Tsukumogami born from the divine sword.
"What is your name?"
Like a drowning fish, Muzan Kibutsuji looked at her, his eyes full of desire: "Tell me your name... From now on, you are my sword, right?"
As long as this Tsukumogami is by his side, he will be able to grow up healthy in the future, right?
From then on, the pain, illness and cold that once plagued him would disappear, and he would have a healthy body, just like now, full of vitality.
From now on, he will no longer be so weak that he has to rely on medicine to stay alive. From now on, he can ride horses and hunt normally, and he can sing as much as he wants like all normal people.
You don’t need to remember all the time what you need to avoid; you don’t need to suppress yourself all the time; you don’t need to worry that one day you will die quietly, like a reptile.
"Tell me, you are my knife!"
In the end, Muzan Kibutsuji even said this as if it were an order.
In response to his words, Xiao Wuhuan just smiled and sent him to sleep with a knife.
"My name is Kokarasuma."
"Okay, time to go to bed, sweet boy."
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Author's words: Muzan Kibutsuji: I command you to agree to my request! ! Say it quickly, you are my sword! ! !
Little Ancestor (smiling): Go to bed.
Muzan Kibutsuji: Speak quickly!
Little Ancestor (continues to smile): Go to bed.
Muzan Kibutsuji: Are you going to tell me or not? You...
The little ancestor who put away his knife (smiling): Good children should listen to their parents.
#Since you won’t sleep even after I try to persuade you with kind words, I will use force to put you to sleep#
#Don’t spoil naughty children#
#Oh, what should I say? "I am your mother" or "I am your ancestor"? #
Muzan Kibutsuji, who fainted on the ground: ...
Go away, I don’t want a knife like yours!
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Looking at the title, this is the history of our ancestors raising their children with great sadness (force) and pain (harm).
Naughty kid? Crooked tree?
Click to watch the little ancestor take care of the children online, and ensure that each of them will become a good young man of the Twenty-Four Filial Piety, the future successor of socialism (serious face)
Well... Regarding that trash boss, I have never understood why his real name was Muzan Kibutsuji, or he had the same surname as his lord during the Heian-kyo period, and later he changed his name to Muzan Kibutsuji.
(Scratching head) I couldn't find it in his personal biography, but I vaguely remember seeing somewhere that Boss Xie wasn't called this before...
Uh, I don’t remember, so I’ll just use his real name here as if he hadn’t changed it.
If anyone knows, please point it out and I'll make some changes.
Finally, good night, my little cuties!
Muah~ Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or provided me with nutrient solution between 2020-11-30 16:55:12 and 2020-11-30 20:32:57~
Thanks to the little angel who cast the mines: 2 shadows on the edge;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: I want to be hugged by the little fox princess 6 bottles;
Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!
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