After Dawn

As the situation on the battlefield continued to change, several people gradually came to the wild. Because they were far away from the crowd and did not have to worry about damaging buildings, both sides did not hold back.

When Yuichiro suddenly reacted, he realized that he had fallen into a trap.

There is an open space nearby, and if the sun rises, we will be exposed to the sun. The nearest shelter is the sparse forest. If we escape there, we will be dead when the sun rises.

Yuichiro frowned, looking at the black-haired man who was getting more and more excited because of the battle. He realized that this guy was not just a martial arts fanatic. Someone who could become a Pillar would probably not be so reckless.

Compared to himself, these members of the Demon Slayer Corps seem to understand the weaknesses of demons better.

After noticing the demon's retreat, Komaji's smile became even more obvious. Now that he had come this far, the demon could no longer threaten the hostages, and there was nowhere else to go.

It was a relatively complete plan, but it was not without a breakthrough. Ichiro looked around, and the feeling of being trapped made the ghost a little irritated.

Except for the pillar, the other young men were the breakthrough points. But if he turned around, he would be confronted with their expressions of fearless death.

It seemed as if he was ready to die and had no intention of letting him go.

Ichiro was not sure about the exact time, but seeing those people becoming more nervous and expectant, he could guess that it was probably not far from dawn.

A strangely dressed mouse suddenly rushed out. It had red eyes and its body shape was different from that of ordinary mice.

To be on the safe side, Komaji picked up a fist-sized stone and threw it over accurately.

The mouse ran quickly and dodged it very flexibly.

"Are you planning to run away, ghost?" Komaji taunted as he threw a punch, "You're just as shady as that rat. What's your name?"

The ghost with the appearance of a young boy was not angered. Instead, he raised his chin slightly and smiled: "What a low-level trick. Wait until you catch me, then come and ask my name."

Yes, he couldn't defeat the upper rank in front of him. Komaji was shocked, but he also quickened his movements.

He did not underestimate the demon in front of him. From the fact that during the fight, his Sunwheel Sword did not cut through the demon's body once, which showed that it was not a simple sword.

All we can do now is to maintain this encirclement and wait for the sun to rise.

After realizing what those people were up to, Ichiro calmed down. He was indeed a little obsessed with getting back at the beginning, but now the most important thing was to stay alive.

He didn't intend to die without understanding anything.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he felt a sense of loss of control over his body. This feeling was unfamiliar, as if his body had its own thoughts and actions.

At first, Ichiro was not used to this feeling and even rejected it. His nervousness made his consciousness take over and he quickly regained control of his body.

This struggle probably only lasted a few breaths, but the flaws in the chaotic steps were still visible.

With a rough and beast-like "Hahaha" laugh, Inosuke took the opportunity to rush forward with the saw-toothed knife in his hand.

The saw-toothed knife tore the cloth apart, and with the tearing motion, a piece of blood and flesh was taken away. The light-colored cloud-patterned feather woven sleeves were stained with blood. Ichiro no longer cared, raised his hand to grasp the tip of the blade, and swept away with his foot.

The wound was healing quickly, but he still remembered what Kocho Kanae had told him. Because they didn't eat humans to gain energy like ordinary ghosts, they had to avoid getting hurt as much as possible.

Injuries will heal, but once you pass that critical point, it's easy to fall into a coma.

The mice that had been watching from a distance became anxious and made sharp squeaking sounds, but no one noticed the strange sound until a sliver of red appeared in the distance.

The man was very fast, and he was in front of me in the blink of an eye. His red feather was blown high by the wind. He was dressed like a samurai from the old days, and his long red hair was like a leaping flame.

Almost at the same time when the newcomer came into view, the strong pressure made everyone hold their breath.

You will die, there is no chance of winning!

There were no words engraved in those pupils, and the red-haired demon was not even one of the Twelve Demon Moons, but he still gave people a strong sense of oppression.

The warlike Komaji loves to challenge the strong, but with just one glance he is sure that he cannot defeat the red-haired demon.

"Run!" Komaji, sweating profusely, shouted, "Everyone evacuate!"

Komaji gritted his teeth and rushed forward to give his juniors a chance to escape.

But after just a simple eye contact, he didn't even see clearly the ghost's moves, and he felt his body stiffen and unable to move.

The Nichirin sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his numb arm kept shaking. Komaji was a little surprised to see his arm still intact. It seemed that the ghost had no intention of killing them.

"You're so free?" Youchiro rubbed his wrist and complained, "Why are you everywhere?"

Although it was embarrassing to be rescued by Uzui Tengen, Ichiro admitted that it was his carelessness. However, the support he waited for was not Uzui, but rather Unichi, who created an overwhelming situation as soon as he appeared.

Looking at the few people who didn't dare to move, Ichiro snorted and had to admit that Yuanyi was indeed very strong.

The pig-head had been looking for opportunities to attack, but now his beastly intuition told him that they had no chance of winning. So for a moment, the atmosphere was at a stalemate.

"It's almost dawn, so I came." Yuan Yi explained seriously.

Yuichiro snorted: "Of course I knew it was almost dawn, so why have you been following me?"

The boy glared at him, looking very unhappy. Yuan Yi had indeed watched from the dark for a long time, without anyone noticing.

He felt that Ichiro was angry because he interfered with his fight, but the latter was angry because he was clearly trapped, but he was still watching, and had to wait until this critical moment for the wolf to escape.

Nezuko's breathing became stagnant, and she found her hands trembling, with cold sweat dripping down her chin. But the red-haired demon didn't seem to intend to let them go.

Yuan Yi looked at the girl who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy. He didn't know how much pressure he had on the other people, but he felt that the face looked very familiar.

His memory was pretty good, but just when he was about to speak, there was a click and the tightly closed wooden box was pushed open from the inside.

The girl was startled. The empty box behind her made her extremely nervous: "Brother!"

The boy's body suddenly grew larger, his red vertical pupils shrank, his dark red long hair was slightly messy, the bamboo gag made a clicking sound because of his biting, and a suppressed roar squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

In order to protect his sister, the boy who turned into a demon stood in front of the powerful enemy without hesitation.

Seeing that face overlap with someone in his memory, Yuan's expressionless face softened, but it was not obvious to the naked eye.

Ichiro stared at Tanjiro's face, especially the familiar red lines on his forehead, and suddenly he said "Oh" with an inspiration.

"Is he your descendant?"

This question was asked suddenly, but Yuanyi still shook his head honestly: "It's a friend."

"How can someone like you have friends?" Ichiro said mercilessly, looking at the horizon, "Let's go, it's almost dawn."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tanjiro suddenly stretched out his hands. His hands with sharp nails turned into claws, and then a long line appeared in his vision.

Red threads spread out from the ten fingers, twisted into one, and then quickly wrapped around him.

Yuichiro subconsciously raised his hand to block it, but the thread seemed to be invisible. It passed through his arm and accurately wrapped around his neck.

Afterwards, there was an indistinct sound, and the thread began to emit huge flames as if it were quenched.

He couldn't move, his body was stiff and unable to move. His vision was filled with a large area of ​​fire, and at the same time as it was warm, he felt a sharp pain in his neck.

Yuanyi didn't notice that there was something wrong with Youyilang. He looked at the pale sky, grabbed the boy by the collar and lifted him onto his shoulders, then left quickly.

The ghosts were very fast and Komaji didn't dare to chase them. As the two ghosts moved away, he felt as if he had been relieved.

But at this moment, he heard the anxious cry of a girl behind him, and when he turned around, he saw flames rising into the sky.

"elder brother!"

Nezuko wanted to remind her brother to return to the box, but she watched him suddenly get angry. She shouted anxiously, not caring whether she would be affected, and rushed over.

On the other side, just after stepping into the shadows of the forest, Ichiro's consciousness became a little clearer.

He looked at the red thread wrapped around his neck. It did not disappear as the distance increased. Instead, it felt as if it had relaxed to the extreme and was about to tighten.

Recalling the feeling of being burned by fire just now, his throat tightened and he wanted to remind Yuanyi, but before he could say anything, he was filled with flames.

The sky brightened, but the others looked incredulous as they saw Nezuko and Tanjiro disappear from the spot.

"Nezuko!!" Zenitsu reacted, holding his cheeks and screaming in shock.

Komaji immediately squatted down, but there was nothing wrong on the flat ground: "Is it the blood demon art of those two people..."

After realizing that his movement was blocked, Yuan Yi belatedly stopped.

The surrounding trees seemed to grow dense in the blink of an eye. A mist rose from deeper and farther away, and the cries of a few crows were heard from even farther away.

The most crucial thing is that Yuanyi has lost contact with Yaoya. There is a subtle connection between the Demon King and his subordinates, but he can't feel it at this time.

He was about to put Ichiro down, but when he looked directly at his face, he realized something was wrong. There were spots of blood on his already pale face, as if they were from the coughs he made when he was carried on his shoulders.

Ichiro was supported by his shoulders and managed to stand. His hand trembled as he touched his neck. After making sure that his neck was still there, he raised his head in a daze.

Just now he had an illusion that his neck was about to be cut off. The intense pain and fear made him feel uneasy even now when he touched his intact neck.

An anxious cry came from far behind him. Ichiro did not notice the changes in the surrounding environment. He only knew that the girl named Nezuko seemed to be in trouble.

The young man leaned against him with a listless look, and Yuanyi understood and carried him on his back. Hearing the shouting that was not far away, Yuanyi chose to turn back.