Chapter 062
Qingxi thought that a heart-to-heart talk between father and son would require Rengoku Kyojuro to prepare himself mentally for a few days and filter everything he wanted to say in his mind first. However, this idiot went to talk to Mr. Rengoku the same day after returning from her place.
As for the result...
Seeing the colorful owl with a beaten face walking towards her, she knew what was going on.
Therefore, good children who have read the above cases should take this as a warning and not follow them.
"So, were you beaten by Mr. Purgatory?" Qingxi stopped drinking milk and stood up without saying a word, walked to the blanket next to the small round table in the dormitory and sat down.
It was a sheet she bought later and placed specifically here. Sometimes when she returned to the dormitory during the day and didn't want to sit on the bed or the stool, she would lie there, especially in the summer when she would take a nap on the floor. It was definitely cool here.
Rengoku Kyojuro sat down next to her after she gestured for him to sit down as well.
"Maybe I asked in the wrong way, which made my father unhappy, so... I got beaten." Rengoku Kyojuro felt a little embarrassed when he said this.
Qingxi summoned the gourmet backpack and, while rummaging through it, said in great agreement, "I think your words hit Mr. Purgatory in the lungs."
Glancing at the swollen "steamed bun" that had been doused with four, five, six, or seven kinds of fruits and vegetables, she grumbled, "Otherwise, what father would keep greeting his child in the face?"
After finding what she was looking for, she patted her legs and motioned the other person to lie down. Rengoku Kyojuro hesitated for a moment, but still did as she was told.
"So, have you solved the problem of Mr. Rengoku's recent bad mood?" She opened the box in her hand, scooped a large amount of transparent colloid on her hand with the corresponding small spoon, and put the rest back into her hand. She asked while smearing them on Rengoku Kyojuro's face.
Then, she half-jokingly said, "You can't get your face beaten up so swollen and still not solve the problem. That would be too much of a loss for you, Kyojuro."
Because he was still young and had baby fat, his face looked very round. Now, after being beaten like this, his face not only looked like a steamed bun, but also as round as the rice bowl that Jiro was using now.
"Not yet." He rested his head on the black-haired girl's legs, watching her apply something on her face bit by bit. The cool feeling made his face, which was physically painful and hot, feel much more comfortable.
"Why?" Qingxi asked in confusion as she continued to apply the aloe vera gel made by the doctor on Rengoku Kyojuro. "Is the question difficult?"
"Hmm." At this point, Rengoku Kyojuro's spirits also became droopy. The two small hairs on his head also drooped down. "Aki, have you heard of the Breathing of the Sun?"
Qingxi lowered her head and met Rengoku Kyojuro's gaze.
If she hadn't experienced more than 60 years in between, maybe she could still remember the plot of this demon-killing show, but now she can't. She could have asked the system, but it was also summoned away by the main brain, and no one knew when it would come back, so she was helpless in the face of Rengoku Kyojuro's problem.
"Sorry, I don't know much about breathing techniques." I only know that the five major breathing schools known so far all originated from the initial breathing method, the Sun Breathing.
Everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps knows this, so it is of no use to Rengoku Kyojuro.
"All breathing techniques are derived from the Breathing of the Sun, including the Breathing of Flame inherited by our Rengoku family," Rengoku Kyojuro said softly, feeling down. "Father's recent mood has been due to reading the family books he passed down. He believes all breathing techniques are merely imitations... Aside from the Breathing of the Sun, all others are counterfeits."
Qingxi guessed the ending after only hearing the beginning of the boy with his head resting on her legs. She didn't express her opinion right away. After smearing the doctor's aloe vera gel all over his face, she asked, "So, Kyojuro, what do you think?"
"Me?" Rengoku Kyojuro, who hadn't experienced much, had a momentary moment of confusion in his round eyes. "I don't know."
The look on my father's face, as if his firm belief in killing ghosts had collapsed in an instant, was still vivid in my mind yesterday.
Those vicious words such as "Stop dreaming, we are not geniuses", "So what if you become the Flame Pillar", "It's so boring that there is no meaning at all", "We are all just counterfeit products abandoned by the Breathing of the Sun" still seem to echo in my ears.
Rengoku Kyojuro turned sideways, put his arms around Qingxi's waist, buried his face in her belly, and asked in a muffled voice: "Aki, am I a talentless person?"
Looking at the owl with only the back of its head exposed to him... Qingxi's mouth twitched again and again.
Kyojuro, do you remember that I just applied the doctor's aloe vera gel on your face?
But in the end, she held back.
It’s okay, it’s okay. If your clothes are dirty, you can just change them later.
My friend is currently in a low point in his life, which is too difficult for him to handle at his age.
Comfort first, comfort first!!!
After convincing herself in her heart, Qingxi rubbed her hands together and applied the excess aloe vera gel on her hands as hand cream. She waited until it was almost dry before putting her hands on the head in her arms.
"Why do you think so?" she asked, stroking his hair. "Kyojuro, you protected me from being eaten by the demons before you even learned the Breath of Fire. If you're considered 'untalented', then tell me what kind of person is considered 'talented'?"
Can you use the starting breath, the swordsman from Breathing of the Sun?
Then I think that in Mr. Rengoku's eyes, there is probably no one in the whole of Japan who can be judged as a "talented person", including the lord.
Because compared to the "fakes," ordinary people who don't know how to breathe, don't know the existence of ghosts, and yet are protected by everyone are just trash with even less talent than the "fakes."
The more Qingxi spoke, the smoother it became, and the more she spoke, the more she felt that Mr. Rengoku was too stubborn and too sensitive about this matter.
It would have been fine if I couldn't figure it out myself, but when my son ran over worriedly, I put all that terrible negative emotion on him.
She did tell Kyojuro to ask, not to listen to him spit out mud.
"Why don't you think about it from a different perspective?
All breathing styles are derived from Sun Breathing, so can I assume that Sun Breathing itself is extremely difficult to learn? So difficult that no one can replicate it?
Next, when did the Demon Slayer Corps begin using breathing techniques? During the Warring States Period, and before that? What did the Demon Slayer Corps, which existed thousands of years ago, use to fight demons?
It was earned at the cost of the lives of my teammates.
The lives of ten, or twenty, or thirty people in exchange for the life of a ghost.
At that time, there was no breathing method, but no one was discouraged and was willing to exchange their own lives and those of their companions for the life of a ghost. But why did they become discouraged after they gained the ability to kill ghosts?
What is this all about, Kyojuro, do you know?"
The hand that was stroking Rengoku Kyojuro stopped, and Qingxi had a blank expression on her face. Her voice was neither loud nor gentle, but she bluntly brought out some things that Rengoku Kyojuro did not want to admit.
Feeling the arms around her waist tighten again, Qingxi almost couldn't breathe. Patting his head, she said helplessly, "Loosen a little, I can't breathe, Kyojuro."
The feeling of being constricted around her waist disappeared, and she continued, "In the final analysis, it's just because of jealousy. I'm jealous that the breathing method I learned isn't the strongest.
Perhaps this emotion is very small at the beginning, but when things go wrong, natural disasters or man-made disasters occur, which can cause people to accumulate negative emotions, the jealousy will explode in the body and make people go to extremes.
"I have a lot of kitchen knives." She changed the subject.
Rengoku Kyojuro, who was suffocating in Qingxi's belly, heard the sound of something being placed on the blanket. Out of curiosity, he finally sat up and decided not to "suffocate" himself.
Looking at the twenty or thirty knives of varying lengths, each wrapped in white cloth, scattered on the ground, he was stunned. "Are these all your kitchen knives, Ah Xi?"
Rengoku Kyojuro asked uncertainly, having seen one or two familiar swords among them.
Qingxi nodded, "Yes, these are my kitchen knives."
She placed one of the kitchen knives, the one not wrapped in white cloth, separately from the others. Seeing their puzzled expressions, she explained, "I accidentally used this one to kill a ghost before. Now I don't use it to cut vegetables."
Rengoku Kyojuro looked suddenly enlightened and expressed his understanding.
"I bought each of these kitchen knives at a high price, and they all perform very well, making them worth the price I paid.
But for me, none of them are easy to use. Forcing myself to adapt to them will only lead to scratching my hands one day."
She picked up one of the kitchen knives from the pile and handed it to Rengoku Kyojuro to show him, "Only the kitchen knife that suits me, is easy to use, and won't hurt me is the one that completely belongs to me."
Rengoku Kyojuro was speechless for a moment as he looked at the cold kitchen knife standing in front of him.
After the other party had seen enough, Qingxi put away his pile of kitchen knives. "The Breathing of the Sun has become a legend, so why should the living have to compare themselves with something that has become a legend? Life is about looking forward, not backward.
It's strange in itself to compare myself with the ancients who lived in the Warring States Period... and this feeling has continued to this day in the form of a family diary... how hateful it is.
Having said that, all breathing schools are derived from Sun Breathing. In that case, the person who could use Sun Breathing should be the master/ancestor of all breathing schools. Wouldn't it be the other way around for a disciple to be jealous of his master/ancestor?
Shouldn't we say that the disciples are too stupid? Well, considering that Sun Breathing has become extinct, it should be that the disciples' physical conditions have not reached the basic level to learn Sun Breathing, so they didn't learn it, right?
If that's the case, why be jealous?"
Rengoku Kyojuro was stunned when he heard this.
Although, although he didn't hear Ah Xi scolding his father, he felt that every word she said was saying that his father was not good enough.
"How is it? Are you comforted?" Qingxi asked seriously.
Rengoku Kyojuro's forked eyebrows knitted together. "Hmm, Aki, what you said just now was very comforting, but the rest..." He organized his words, "If father heard it, he would definitely beat you up."
Qingxi put his hands on his hips, not afraid at all, "Let him beat me, as long as he doesn't kill me, I will cry to Mr. Beimingyu and the lord.
Regardless of the incident with Mr. Purgatory, it was wrong for him to hit someone. Look who is on his side."
But, the one you are referring to is my father.
Purgatory. A filial son. Kyojuro wondered inwardly.
"Anyway, if you, Kyojuro, have no other options, then go ask Madam Ruhu what to do." Qingxi said without any other good ideas.
Unless you figure it out and let it go, this kind of thing will be like a thorn stuck in your heart that you can't pull out.
What she said to Rengoku Kyojuro was still tactful, she had even harsher words to say.
For example, this world is inherently unfair.
They say that everyone is equal, but in the end some people are born into rich families while others are born into poor families.
Among ordinary people with ordinary qualifications and talents, those in the Demon Slayer Corps are also objects of envy.
With all his skills, even if he later quits the Demon Slayer Corps, opening a martial arts school, a dojo, or being a bodyguard is not a good future for an ordinary person, right?
As someone who has already reached a level envied by the vast majority, what reason does Mr. Purgatory have to give up on himself? Remember, when you envy those who are stronger than you, countless others are also jealous of your current level.
"Now, Kyojuro, are you feeling better?" Qingxi asked again.
"I...actually, I don't really know." Rengoku Kyojuro said in a complicated tone. "But overall, it's much better than when we first started."
"That would be great." Qingxi said as she reached out and held his head and pressed it against her legs.
While applying the doctor's aloe vera gel to his face again, she glared at him and warned him, "This time, Kyojuro, don't bury your face in my stomach when I'm applying the doctor's aloe vera gel on you. If you dare to smear it all over my clothes again, I'll make you wash my clothes."
"Hmm, I understand." Thinking of his own actions just now, Rengoku Kyojuro's eyes wandered around, and he didn't dare to meet the girl's gaze again.
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