Fantasy and Reality

It was still a long time before dawn, and they had no chance of winning against the Upper Three, even with the presence of the Pillars.

But just as the crow was anxious to fly away and seek support, the situation on the battlefield changed.

At some point, a strange figure appeared on the battlefield, without either side noticing.

The demon had long fiery red hair. After just one encounter, Upper Rank Three, who was originally full of fighting spirit, ran away with a look of fear on his face.

"If he had the Sunwheel Sword, he could probably destroy the Upper Rank Three. But he's a demon, why would he help us?" Shinobu Kocho said, her smile slightly fading. "And most importantly, he knows how to breathe, and wears the same earrings as Tanjiro."

After this reminder, Nezuko showed an expression of sudden enlightenment. She first glanced at Yuichiro, and then explained: "Is it Mr. Yuichi?"

"It's that senior, isn't it?" Shinobu Kocho was not surprised, but showed a relieved expression, "This is really distressing, although we trust that senior, but - why did he turn into a ghost?"

He is the swordsman who brought the breathing method to the Demon Slayer Corps and is the strongest person ever recorded. The breathing method he uses is the Sun Breathing, the earliest breathing method.

The appearance of Yuichi Tsuchikoku does not make people feel at ease, because he is a ghost. But after his appearance, he is clearly standing on the opposite side of ghosts.

This puzzled everyone, which led to the current test.

"Where's Yuichi?" Yuichiro asked. "At dawn, did he also run away like Upper Rank Three?"

"No, the battle was over before daybreak. After the lord made sure that no one was killed, he left."

"Is that so?" Nezuko also showed a thoughtful expression, and then asked anxiously, "What about my brother? Are my brothers okay?"

Shinobu Kocho smiled and comforted: "It's okay."

Ichiro knew that Yuichi was very strong, but he didn't expect that Yuichi's existence would cause such great pressure on those ghosts. Then he remembered that the ghosts in this world seemed to be transformed by the ghost king Muzan Kibutsuji Muzan.

In other words, all ghosts are controlled by the Ghost King, and once the Ghost King dies, all ghosts will disappear together.

The Butterfly House became lively again because of the arrival of the injured. Seeing Tanjiro and the others lying back on the bed, the little guys in the Butterfly House burst into tears.

Because the ghosts have disappeared, the members of the Ghost Killing Squads in various places are always on guard and very frightened.

But after hearing that no ghosts had appeared in recent days and no one had died from ghost injuries, Tanjiro breathed a sigh of relief and lay down peacefully.

This was also the reason Shinobu Kocho told the Flame Pillar. Although he was not unable to move, he was injured after all, so she advised him to just lie down for another two days.

The young man in a white apron was holding a plate. His face looked grim, but he didn't say anything.

It is daytime now, which should be a time for ghosts to rest, but Shinobu Kocho made a disgusting request to let him help in the Butterfly House.

Ichiro sniffed, feeling a little uncomfortable with the rich scent of wisteria flowers.

Ichiro's appearance is not much different from that of a human. Unlike Nezuko who still retains some demonic features, he has no other abnormalities except that his skin is too pale.

But because she refused the same gag as Nezuko, her clothes and the white mask she wore were specially pickled and exuded a rich scent of wisteria flowers.

"Mmm! Very delicious!" Rengoku Kyojuro hung one hand around his neck and held a steaming sweet potato in the other hand, "Thank you Nezuko!"

In the same room, Tanjiro in the next bed smiled at his sister, then snorted loudly: "Ah-che!"

"It smells very strong... of wisteria."

Just as he finished speaking, the closed door was opened with a bang, and a yellow head squeezed in first. It was Zenitsu who was crying bitterly.

"Nezuko! I need Nezuko to take care of me. This ghost Wuwu will eat me, right? He will!" Zenitsu frantically grabbed the door frame, crying, "You——"

The rest of his words were suddenly silenced by his collar being grabbed. Ichiro, wearing a mask, chuckled and said, "Haha, it seems that the injury is not serious enough."

As he spoke, his light blue eyes narrowed dangerously and fell on Zenitsu's still intact leg.

"Hiccup!" Zenitsu stopped hurriedly, "Woo..."

Ichiro pulled Zenitsu's clothes and nodded to the people inside. Zenitsu was still complaining in a low voice, why Tanjiro could share a room with the Flame Pillar.

Just before the door closed, a figure quickly climbed over the door frame, trying to find another way in through the ceiling.

Without hesitation, Ichiro crossed the tray in his hand and smashed it accurately.

With a loud thud, Inosuke fell from the ceiling, his abdomen wrapped in bandages. Due to the large movements, blood oozed out again.

"You guys are so energetic!" Purgatory raised one hand and said, "There's still room in the room, do you want to stay with us?"

Tanjiro touched his nose and laughed twice. Zenitsu got the permission and immediately went towards Nezuko in a lewd way.

Most of the room was illuminated by sunlight, so Ichiro only stayed near the door. He snorted, and the faint smell of blood wafted over.

Very hungry.

Ichiro was startled when this thought suddenly popped up in his mind, but soon his internal organs seemed to be squeezed together and his throat tightened uncomfortably.

The pupils contracted and a clear swallowing sound was heard. Nezuko was the first to notice something was wrong. She rushed over quickly when she saw the faint handwriting in the light blue pupils.

Inosuke, who was lying on the ground, sensed the threat quickly. He quickly turned over and jumped up. Without any weapon, he used his hooded head to quickly charge forward.

"Inosuke!" Nezuko tried to stop him, but it was too late.

His body was knocked out and hit the wall on the other side of the corridor. Ichiro raised his hand to his forehead and saw Inosuke being hugged tightly by Nezuko.

"Calm down!"

This sentence was not only to remind Inosuke, but also to wake him up. But for some reason, the sudden strong appetite and the feeling of tightness in his chest made it difficult for him to remain calm.

There were quick footsteps coming from the other end of the corridor. The white-haired man drew his sword swiftly, pointed the tip of the sword downward, and rushed forward.

But while its consciousness was obviously beginning to lose control, the ghost still dodged quickly and hid in the darkness at the other end of the corridor.

"Why let him out?!" said Fushigawa angrily, "There are not only hidden people here, but also injured people. What are you thinking?"

Shinobu Kocho also held the unsheathed blade in her hand, her face still showing a calmness that was not frightened: "Experiments have shown that his blood reaction is very calm, just like that of a corpse."

The blood of demons is different from that of humans, and it changes into new forms every moment. However, after research, Shinobu Kocho discovered that the activity of Ichiro's blood is lower than that of human blood.

With such stability, there shouldn't be any accidents. And the lord said that Ichiro's blood demon art is very special.

At this time, Ichiro didn't know what other people thought. He only heard some cursing sounds, but what he saw with his eyes and what he heard with his ears were completely different.

He saw a wide area with buildings turned upside down, blood and broken limbs everywhere, and dense ghosts coming and going. In the center of the battlefield was a familiar figure.

That was fate. He was in a place full of ghosts, and the location was constantly changing.

Is it a prediction? No, it seems to be happening now.

Even when facing countless ghosts, Yuanyi remained calm. But he seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head.

Ichiro met those eyes, and the expression of the owner of the eyes finally changed, as if he was calling him.

〖Muichiro.〗

The pale blue eyes suddenly opened, and Ichiro gasped for breath, but he felt that his body was out of control. He saw Muichiro rushing over, and he subconsciously raised his hands.

Others didn't seem to want him to get involved, but Muichiro still saw the ghost hugging his knees after being reminded by Ginko.

While looking at each other, Muichiro felt a special attraction, and before he thought about what he should do, his body had already taken action.

"Tokito!" Fuzukawa warned, "He's hungry now, don't get close to him."

Fuzukawa Miyabi doesn't believe that there is a ghost who can completely control his desires. Nezuko Kamado might be a special case, but the ghost in front of him is not that rational.

A threatening growl emanated from deep in his throat, and even his pupils became unusually vertical. The mask was torn off by a hand with long, sharp nails, revealing protruding canine teeth in his wide-open mouth.

Nezuko didn't know why this happened suddenly. She was anxious and suggested: "Knock him out! He just needs a rest!"

In the chaos, no one seemed to hear her words clearly. Tanjiro leaned against the wall and murmured, "It smells like sadness..."

One can smell the scent of sadness from "Ichiro".

Muichiro leaned down and stretched out his hand, intending to grab the ghost's neck and control its movements, but his mouth opened wide and bit straight at his arm.

The scabbard was blocked horizontally and stuck between the sharp upper and lower canine teeth. The huge bite force left marks on the wooden scabbard and made a creaking sound.

"Why, why did you forget?" a voice said faintly, "Tokito Muichiro, you are so useless."

That voice was very familiar, but it definitely didn't come from the ghost in front of him. Muichiro lowered his head and saw the calm expression.

〖Why do you want to forget your brother? You are useless and can't protect anything.〗

A faint mist rose up, and by the time I realized something was wrong, a large cloud of mist had already risen from deep in the corridor. The mist was floating, like a diffuse and flowing cloud.

"What did I forget?" Muichiro asked, not noticing the mist around him. "I don't remember. Are the things that are forgotten unimportant?"

With a cold look, filled with anger and sadness, the boy with obvious ghost features said coldly: "Why was it that in no world did I manage to protect my brother?"

As he spoke, the figure in front of him raised his hand and pointed behind him. Muichiro seemed to notice something and turned his head - a breeze blew towards him, and the whole mountain was covered with yellow ginkgo trees.