Chapter 49 Chapter 49 The Little Ancestor and the Naughty Kids
Bailan Jesuo, a child who fell into another time and space for unknown reasons, is now performing well in the other world and is loved by everyone.
……perhaps?
"Bai Lan!"
Chuuya, who lost his reward due to someone's sudden appearance, can be said to be Byakuran Jesso's number one enemy. Even if Karasuma later replaced it, it still couldn't dispel his hostility towards Byakuran.
After hearing Chuuya's voice, Shiran, who was already familiar with the place, blinked and smiled softly, "Are you in trouble? I'm happy to help you."
"I don't need your help!"
Chuuya Danko puffed up his cheeks in anger and leaned over to settle the score with him: "Why did you eat the rice ball that my mother gave me at noon?"
He just turned his head and the snack was gone!
If it was just an ordinary snack, it would be fine, but it was a rare fruit snack that suited his taste best.
Bailan Jiesuo looked at Chuuya Dango, who was trying to hold onto him, touched the inverted crown on his face, and said sincerely, "Actually, I saw you eat so much before, and considering you had a stomachache the day before yesterday, I was afraid you'd overeat, so I helped you eat."
After saying this, Bai Lan showed a somewhat hurt expression: "I'm sorry."
Having been distracted, Chuuya began to wonder if he had really gone too far. He felt a pang of conscience: "No... nothing."
Chuuya, who had been the one to feel sorry for the others after the offensive was reversed, reached out and patted Shiran's shoulder, comforting her in return: "It's okay, just tell me in advance next time."
He wouldn't be that stingy.
Seeing that the plan worked, Bai Lan lowered her head to curl the corners of her lips. When she looked up again, she was moved and said, "That's really great."
Chuuya, who didn't feel anything was wrong, had a friendly exchange with Byakuran and sent her away. He watched Byakuran wave at him and turn away. Chuuya suddenly remembered that his stomachache the day before yesterday seemed to be caused by eating the biscuits with croton that Byakuran gave him.
Chuuya Dango suddenly realized:!!!
"Bai Lan!!!"
Bai Lan turned around and ran away: You are such a naive child, let me show you the dark world of adults.
Kokarasumaru, who is working on making dumplings in the stable, says: I have a headache.
Although Bai Lan is very obedient and well-behaved, his shadow can always be found in every incident.
He's simply a walking trouble-making machine.
Rubbing his forehead, Xiao Wuhuan suddenly realized that the group of kids he was leading now were just as capable of causing trouble as the kids he had during the Heian-kyō period.
"This can be considered as self-cultivation..."
Thinking with some uncertainty, Xiao Wuhuan lowered his head again and looked at his homework resignedly.
#Forget it, I'm not the one being tormented anyway. If any neighbors here complain, let them handle it.#
*
Time passed quickly, and in just over a decade, the group of little balls that were originally only as tall as Xiao Wuhuan's waist grew into young men taller than her.
...not too accurate.
Perhaps because they are not from this world, not only does the time flow differently for these kids than for others, but it seems as if it is limited to a certain point. After reaching a certain age, they will no longer grow even if time continues to pass.
According to the speculation of Mori Ogai and others, the pinnacle of their growth is the age they were originally when they came to this different time and space.
For example, Chuuya's appearance stopped growing when he was about fourteen, while Mori Ogai and Dazai Osamu continued to grow until they were in their twenties.
This also made Dazai Osamu laugh at Nakahara Chuuya for a long time, especially when the two stood together, Dazai Osamu would always straighten his back and compare the obvious height difference between the two with the corner of his eyes.
The effect of time is not only reflected in age and appearance, but also in people's abilities.
As time goes by, Tsugikuni Yoriichi's terrifying talent becomes more and more obvious.
Even though people like Mori Ogai and Nakahara Chuuya have special abilities, they were still defeated by Tsugikuni Yoriichi several times in the duel.
The manifestation of differences has also led to some disagreements.
That night.
Jiguo Yansheng sat alone on the roof with an opened bottle of wine beside him.
"...Is it still inferior to that, anyway?"
Closing his eyes, Tsugikuni Iwakatsu's mind was still echoing with the words of the samurai who had once guided Tsugikuni Yoriichi, which he heard when he returned home not long ago.
The other party's harsh words rang clearly in his ears, and as the distance between him and Tsugikuni Yoriichi continued to widen, an unprecedented sense of frustration and shame arose, gradually occupying his entire heart.
Tsugakuni Yuichiro can easily defeat others with supernatural powers, but he himself can't do it; Tsugakuni Yuichiro can defeat Muzan Kibutsuji, but he himself can't do it; Tsugakuni Yuichiro can...
I, Jiguo Yansheng, can't do it.
Tsugakuni Iwakatsu, who worked harder than anyone else and was more focused than Tsugakuni Yoriichi, and who once vowed to become the strongest swordsman, was no match for Tsugakuni Yoriichi.
The hand on his arm tightened, clutching the clothes tightly. Ji Guoyansheng still looked at the dark night with an expressionless face, and a vine of jealousy slowly crawled and grew in his heart.
When a person is at the top of the world but falls into the mud, the gap and unwillingness are enough to drive him crazy. Especially when his own incompetence is highlighted by his own younger brother, who was almost sent away and was considered inferior to him.
“It’s here indeed.”
Koguchi Karasuma didn't know when he stood behind Tsugakugo Iwakatsu. He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the favored boy in front of him who once stood in front of him with his head held high and proudly, as if shrouded in light. His tone was soft, but gentle enough.
“…Master.”
He was a little surprised at first, but later he felt that it was natural for Xiao Wuhuan to appear here. Jiguo Yansheng subconsciously buried his head in his arms, not wanting to let this person see his embarrassed side.
There are only a few people in this world that Jigoku Iwakatsu cares about, and Koguro definitely has a place among them.
Knowing how arrogant and self-respecting the kid in front of him was, Xiao Wuhuan didn't say much. Even though he saw that he was worried, he didn't mention the matter. Instead, he sat down next to Jiguo Yansheng and looked at the sky quietly.
In the end, it was Ji Guoyansheng who couldn't help but speak first.
"Master... you also think I'm terrible, right?"
Very softly, like a whisper, words filled with self-abandonment and negativity were uttered. Jiguo Yansheng buried his head even deeper, not wanting his useless expression to be seen: "Jiguo Yuichi wants more than me..."
"Yuichi is stronger than you, that's what you want to say, right?"
Seeing that the little guy was finally willing to reveal this, Xiao Wuhuan also spoke up, interrupting him: "So, Yan Sheng, what is your definition of powerful?"
The ancestor of Japanese swords, who had experienced a long time, quietly gazed at his child, his eyes calm and long, and his tone calm and unperturbed: "Is it the strength of martial arts? Or is it the unparalleled talent?"
Jiguo Yansheng suddenly fell silent.
He didn't know how to answer. He thought so in his heart, but he suddenly remembered what the other person had said to him when he held him in his arms.
At the time, she said...
"No...besides these, what's more important is the heart."
Ji Guoyansheng said slowly: "But I still don't want to give up."
I can't accept that even though I've worked so hard, I still can't catch up with Tsugumi Yuichi's progress. I can't accept that the goal I've always insisted on has been shattered. I can't accept...
"Master, I... I'm so unwilling to accept this."
A voice that was suppressed to the extreme came. Jiguo Yansheng raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky. He felt a little sore in his eyes: "Mingming, I work harder than anyone else."
But all the hard work turned into a joke.
"No."
After listening to his words patiently, Xiao Wuhuan suddenly laughed: "You and Tsugikoku Yoriichi are two different people."
"You and him, I knew the first time I saw you that you two were going on different paths."
Jiguo Yansheng suddenly stopped. He never knew that Xiao Wuhuan thought like this, nor did he know these things.
"Tsugikuni Yoriichi, I knew from the first time I met him that he was a natural swordsman. He has a talent that is closest to that of a god."
Closing his eyes, Kogumaru looked at the stiff body of Tsugakuten Iwakatsu, reached out his hand and pushed him towards himself, letting Tsugakuten Yoriichi lie on his legs, with his hand falling on his eyes.
"But, Tsugikoku Iwakatsu, if this is Tsugikoku Yuichi's unparalleled talent, then the talent you possess that no one else can match is leadership."
"Whether it's the training you received in handling various social interactions when you were taught to be the heir to the successor country, or the ability to tell people what to say while studying here, your control over people's hearts is terrifyingly accurate." The only flaw is an overly strong self-esteem.
Once you go down the wrong path, there is no turning back.
"Tsugikoku Yoriichi cannot become you, and you cannot become Tsugikoku Yoriichi."
Kokarasuma's voice reached Tsugakugo Iwakatsu's ears calmly and clearly, like the moonlight gently flowing across the earth at that moment: "Yunyi is not good at speaking, his thoughts are too straightforward, and his actions are too direct, but he trusts you immensely. You are the irreplaceable existence who makes up for Yunyi's shortcomings."
"Perhaps you cannot surpass Tsugakuni Yoriichi in terms of martial arts and swordsmanship, and you cannot become the strongest, but in another aspect, as Tsugakuni Yoriichi's guiding light, aren't you also the strongest in another sense?"
Can you be bad if you can prevent people from going astray and guide them forward?
"You are Tsuguki Yuichiro's guide and signpost. If you take the wrong path, Tsuguki Yuichiro will also fail."
Patting Jiguo Yansheng's head, Xiao Wuhuan laughed: "Cheer up, as an older brother, you can't lose your younger brother."
“…Yeah, I understand.”
Although he still felt a little unwilling in his heart, Ji Guoyansheng raised the corners of his lips slightly.
But, Master said that he is unique and no one can surpass Jiguo Yansheng.
"Wait, you've been drinking?"
Xiao Wuhuan smelled a familiar smell and his tone gradually became dangerous.
"Uh... Master, I... please listen to my explanation!"
"This wine has an acceptable alcohol content."
Xiao Wuhuan held Tsugakugo Yansheng's head with one hand, looked at the wine, and then took out a wine cup from the divine realm: "I will try it too."
Jiguo Yansheng was stunned: "...Oh, oh oh...Okay..."
So Master, you also like to drink?!
And under the roof, Ji Guoyuan turned around and left with a smile on his lips. His heart, which had been worried for many days, finally calmed down.
*
Jiguo Yansheng has been in a good mood recently.
The knot in my heart has been almost untied, I work harder in daily training, and I smile more often.
until……
“Who are you?!”
Until a group of people wearing haori and with colorful hair pointed knives at him.
Tsugumi Iwakatsu looked at them expressionlessly, and together with Tsugumi Yoshiichi beside him, they grasped the hilt of the knife and took a defensive stance.
"That guy...his earrings are the same as Tanjiro's! Even his birthmark is the same!"
Someone on the opposite side suddenly pointed at Yuichiro Tsugikoku and said this.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni, who was being stared at by everyone:?
Tanjiro Kamado who was suddenly called: Huh?
"This must be a misunderstanding."
Tsugakugo Yansheng, who was the first to react, put away his knife and put on a friendly gesture: "We just wandered in by mistake, we don't mean any harm..."
"Wait! Upper One?!"
The pillars who had received some portraits of upper-rank demons from Miss Tamayo couldn't sit still: "You dare to come to the Demon Slayer Corps? Upper-rank demons, prepare to die!"
Before he could finish his words, Tsugakuin Iwakatsu said: I’m so sick! Are you guys sick?!
Ubuyashiki Kōya, who arrived late, said: "Doesn't that person standing over there look familiar? I seem to have seen him somewhere before."
Breath of the Sun?!
The Lord recalled the information in the ancestral manual: Rihu is resurrecting?!
At the same time, in the red-light district, Muzan Kibutsuji, who was suddenly thrown into another world, was warmly received by an oiran.
Listening to the courtesan in front of him, who was emitting an uncomfortable aura, calling him "adult", Muzan Kibutsuji remained expressionless: "Where are you putting your hands...? Can you please take them away?"
I am a good kid and never touch pornography, gambling or drugs!
At the same time, in another place.
Xiao Wuhuan and Bailan Jiesuo fell silent as they looked at the handsome guy in front of them with colorful eyes and blood on his body.
After a long moment, Bailan Jesuo waved and greeted the other person with a normal expression: "Hello, I'm sorry to interrupt your dinner."
"Excuse me, do you know where this place is?"
Douma ignored Byakuran and instead focused his gaze on Karasuma behind him. He waved at Karasuma, not caring at all that he was holding a thigh in his hand. "Hey, do you want to join the sect?"
"Joining the Paradise Cult today is free, and comes with personal instruction from the leader."
*
In the sword-forging village, Dazai Osamu, Mori Ogai, and Nakahara Chuuya, who accidentally smashed a batch of sword blanks, were running for their lives.
Behind them, a group of people wearing strange masks and holding kitchen knives were chasing them.
If you listen carefully, you can also hear the sounds of collapse like "Damn my knife blank!" and "I'm going to kill you all!"
"Hey, hey, hey, it's our fault for breaking your things. If you want, we can keep this slug here and make it work as a laborer for you!"
Dazai Osamu, who was afraid of kitchen knives no matter how good his kung fu was, ran while trying to sell himself: "Although the slug doesn't have much brains, it has good strength. It can be used to forge iron for you!"
Nakahara Chuuya: If it wasn't the wrong timing, I would kill you right now!
"Get lost, who cares?"
Someone threw a kitchen knife from behind, narrowly missing Dazai's cheek and stabbing him in the door frame. "You look so weak, you dwarf. We despise you, the blacksmith!"
"What do you think of the guy in the white coat over there?"
Dazai Osamu spoke quickly: "Even though he's a scumbag, he can still be reused, right?"
"No! Accompany us with the knife blank!"
Those blade blanks should be prepared for further processing! Rounding it up, that's a large number of Nichirin swords! These guys...
The knife maker felt his heart bleed, and his hand holding the kitchen knife trembled slightly: "Go to hell!"
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The author has something to say: Colorful Little Fairy: Don’t miss it if you pass by, it’s worth joining the Paradise Sect!
Jiguo Yansheng: People are standing still, and the pot is coming from the other side :)
Daki: Lord Muzan is here! I have to behave well!!
Mori Ogai and Chuuya: Dazai, please beep!
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Demon Slayer has been modified a bit, so it is a little different from the original. The Demon Slayer Corps knows the appearance of some upper rank monsters, etc.
Ying, I climbed the wall a little.
There is a polarized picture of Crane Ball in front and Shier Daddy and Xia Yujie behind. Sorry, I can't bear it.
Oops, the update is late...
(Gestures randomly)
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