The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable - Chapter 245

c245 Extra volume:——Two years and the fireworks display

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boom!

Jiguo Yansheng was wearing loose lavender casual clothes. His eyes were dull and he fell heavily.

“Brother!” When Yuan saw this, he subconsciously shouted worriedly.

aside.

“Hey, are you okay?” Shang Quannai sat next to the chessboard, holding a dry branch and casually poking at the fallen Jiguo Iwakatsu:

Yan Sheng just stared at the ceiling and kept mumbling to himself.

Shang Quannai raised his eyebrows, his ears twitched, and he leaned slightly closer to eavesdrop.

“…You can’t win this…can’t you…”

“My life…is a complete failure…”

“ah…”

The hoarse voice whispered weakly.

Seeing this, Shang Quannai slowly withdrew his eyes.

He glanced at the ceiling.

Well, as expected, this figure is hidden on the beams.

——Is Iwakatsu’s ninja.

The figure seemed to notice Shang Quannai’s eyes and quietly moved his figure inwards.

I really have to be vigilant all the time, and it has been another fifteen years.

Thinking about it, Shang Quanna looked at Jiguo Yansheng.

Iwakatsu, this guy, must have gotten used to this state over the years.

——Unwilling.

Although I don’t know what he is thinking in his heart now, he seems to be much more relieved than before.

At this time,

Snapped!

A pair of hands slammed onto Jiguo Iwakatsu’s shoulders, causing him to subconsciously stiffen Yao.

“Cheer up! Don’t give up!”

Purgatory and Jujuro’s eyes were burning with hope and passion, and he shook Tsukuni Iwakatsu’s shoulders vigorously:

“Come on, uncle!”

“If you just give up like this! How can there be any hope of winning!”

“?”

Jiguo Yansheng’s eyes were filled with doubts and displeasure, and he turned to meet the eyes of Purgatory and Jujuro.

“…you…”

He raised his eyelids, glanced at Purgatory and Shou Lang’s conspicuous hair color, and frowned slightly:

“Is he the son of that guy Nishuro?”

“That’s right!” Purgatory and Shou Lang replied loudly.

Snapped!

After hearing the affirmative answer, Jiguo Iwakatsu rubbed his forehead. His hair was a little messy. He sat up and grabbed the clothes on the shoulders of Purgatory and Jujuro.

Creak…

He stood up, grabbed Purgatory and Shourou by the backs of their collars, and was about to leave the room.

Jiguo Yansheng stared straight ahead, his face expressionless:

“Just in time, come and practice with me.”

As if thinking of something unpleasant, he curled his lips:

“whispering sound.”

Purgatory and Jujuro, who were slowly dragged away by the collar, did not show any surprise. After hearing the words “practice”, he became excited.

Snapped! Raise your clenched fists hard:

“Oh, good!”

“Let’s fight!”

“Hahahahahaha!”

Purgatory and Shourou crossed their arms, laughed happily and cheerfully, and were slowly dragged away.

sand–

His laughter grew farther and farther away, until finally it could only be heard faintly.

Jiguo Yuanyi, who was sitting there, stared at the direction the two left and didn’t speak for a long time.

Then, he slowly put down the chess piece in his hand.

“Brother, please be gentle.”

Jiguo Yansheng’s displeased voice came faintly from the distance:

“Ah, I know, I know.”

Next to the chessboard.

When Kamado Sumire and Kimura heard this, they looked at each other, looking at each other, and they both swallowed with fear.

Cold sweat ran down his forehead.

The two whispered:

“…Pray for Kazuro.”

“…Um.”

…

“Leisurely” daily life seems to continue.

For the members of the Demon Slayer Squad, as time goes by, the tasks are getting smaller and smaller, but the number of team members is increasing.

This results in the frequency of tasks assigned to each person becoming extremely low.

Most of the current team members are the descendants of the previous generation of team members, but those who joined the Demon Slayer Corps because their families were killed by demons account for a minority.

The rest are some of the old backbones.

Things seem to be moving in a good direction.

But when Sumire Kamado and the others received the mission again.

But it was a long time later.

…

…

Time flies, the years are like a shuttle.

Two years later.

morning.

In Jiguo’s mansion.

An empty clearing.

“Breath of Fire·One Type·Shiranui!”

Wow——!

Wearing a white shirt and black hakama, Purgatory and Jujuro held a wooden sword that was blazing with flames in their hands and rushed straight towards the cold-looking young man in front of them.

“Hiss——!” A large amount of oxygen was compressed into the lungs!

Purgatory and Shourou looked determined, looking much more mature than two years ago.

opposite.

The young man with a cold expression had a ponytail and was wearing a snake-like purple feather fabric. He looked at Purgatory and Juro sprinting towards him.

Click.

The way he held the knife in his hand was slightly twisted, he lowered his wrist and pointed the blade at Purgatory and Shourou who were charging towards him:

“Breath of the Moon·One Type.”

His tone was cold, and others couldn’t help but feel cold.

The young man raised his eyes, and there was a vague resemblance to his father in his eyes:

“The Palace of Dark Moon and Night.”

next moment!

Wow——!

Purgatory and Shouro had already rushed in front of him with their blazing blades wrapped in flames!

The young man looked at the nearby Purgatory and Shouro’s eyes full of faith. His fair to sickly complexion was slightly blue, and his eyes were slightly narrowed:

“If you don’t avoid it.”

“But he will die.”

Uh-huh!

The lavender moonlight Zhuhua suddenly splashed out from the blade in the young man’s hand, like a galaxy flowing with the moonlight!

In an instant, the bright surroundings seemed to dim!

Uh-huh!

The beautiful horizontal slash instantly blocked the sprinting Purgatory and Juro!

“Uh-huh!” Purgatory and Shouro stopped in time. He looked at the blade close at hand and subconsciously shouted and took two steps back.

Then, panting slightly, he put away the knife with a smile:

“Ah…I lost to you again.”

Click.

Hearing this, there was no expression of surprise on the face of the young man standing opposite. He put away his knife and stood up, closing his eyes, as if he was recollecting what he was absorbing.

The young man opened his eyes, nodded to Purgatory and Shou Lang, and then prepared to turn around and leave.

aside.

The sound of crotch palm came.

Snap, snap, snap.

A young man who looked to be in his twenties was standing in the corridor in a long kendo uniform with a pigtail tied behind his head. He smiled and slapped the young man’s buttocks:

“Bah bang bang.”

“Well done, my dear brother.”

When the young man heard this, he raised his head, glanced at the young man, and his tone solidified:

“…Brother?”

He pursed his lips, his face obviously became a little ugly, and even darkened slightly:

“Why are you here today, brother?”

When the young man heard this, he waved his hands indifferently and squinted his eyes:

“Of course I came to meet my lovely brother.”

As he spoke, he made a helpless and sad expression, and said with a sigh:

“Ah~ It’s a pity that the younger brother who used to be like an older brother has now become cold and not cute at all.”

The young man raised his head, his expression and tone returned to normal:

“Right.”

The younger brother had a cold face and said nothing.

He just silently grasped the knife at his waist again.

These two are the sons of Iwakatsu Tsukuni.

That is, the newborn baby held by Stepkuni Yai, and the child held by her.

Today, seventeen years later, the baby is already seventeen years old, and the child is already twenty-five or six, and is about to turn three.

At this moment, the two brothers looked at each other silently.

call–

A breeze blew by, and the only things that moved were the loose clothes of a few people that changed their state with the wind.

The atmosphere became vaguely uncomfortable.

“Oh! Then I won’t bother you!” Seeing that something was wrong, Purgatory and Shou Lang decided to run away:

“goodbye.”

After that, he picked up his knife, turned around and jumped a few times, and left Jiguo’s mansion.

The two brothers were left confronting each other inside the mansion.

Then, there was a flash of lightning.

Pong! Ping!

The sound of blades clashing came from Jiguo’s mansion.

Purgatory and Shouro stood outside the mansion, listening to the faint sound of gold and iron intersecting, and shrugged helplessly.

The two brothers were like this. When they met, it was like eating dynamite. It was impossible not to fight.

“Huh…Fortunately, today’s sparring is done.” He breathed out easily and looked around:

“Now, go find Sumire and Kimura.”

time flies.

In two years, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Sumire Kamado, Purgatory, Juro, and Kimura are all around 17 years old.

During the two years without a mission, the three of them did not relax.

On the contrary, through practicing with Jiguo Iwakatsu and Iwakatsu’s two sons day after day, his strength has improved greatly.

It’s just that among the trio, there is currently no one who can be called a “pillar” in terms of strength.

Even Purgatory and Juro, who have the most outstanding comprehensive strength, are still far from Zhu.

Through these two years of observation, Shang Quannai also discovered it.

The relationship between the brothers Yuan Yi and Yan Sheng seems to have improved a lot.

At least it’s not like before, when the two met as if they didn’t know each other.

The environment of Knife Forging Village has also changed.

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outside the village.

The skillful forging of the iron knife.

This is a place surrounded by woods. In the open space in the middle, there is a small knife forging workshop.

now.

Kimura was burying his head, looking for something in a pile of hand-forged parts.

“This is not…this is not…”

Sudden.

“Oh! Found it!” Kimura exclaimed, standing up suddenly from the pile of parts.

His face was dirty with rust and oil, but Kimura didn’t care. He held the parts in his hands with excitement on his face.

Walking towards a standing iron human body structure on the side.

Click.

Installed the parts.

Kimura smiled, stretched out his hand, and gently twisted the twisting wheel on the spine of the iron human structure.

“Click, click, click click…”

With the sound of collision and rotation between gears, the iron human body structure slowly started to move.

He made a fist-clenching gesture in preparation for a fight.

But only in very slow movements.

When Kimura saw this, his eyes instantly turned red. He wiped the oil on his face, happily raised his slightly trembling hands and looked at Tie Qiao who was sitting beside him and smiled:

“Ah…success!”

“Master Tieqiao! I succeeded!”

“Very good!”

Tie Qiao looked at Kimura’s happy look, and he nodded and slowly breathed out a sigh of relief.

What is a bit regretful is that no swordsmith has been able to perfectly replicate the iron-clad puppet manufacturing process.

–too difficult!

What Tie Qiao has spent twenty years thinking about is definitely not something that can be successfully mastered in one or two years.

Even the very hard-working Kimura, in the past two years, has only been able to build the basic iron structure of the human body and barely make it move simply.

But such progress is enough to make Kimura feel happy.

Just when Kimura was in ecstasy and wanted to go down the mountain and return to the village to share his results with Purgatory and Juro.

The crow named “North Sea Taro” flew out of his nest after a long absence.

And came straight to Kimura.

Finally, lingering in the sky above Kimura, he shouted loudly:

“Kimura! Kimura!”

Kimura, who was running towards the sword-forging village, stumbled. He raised his head and looked at Taro Hokkaido, who was suddenly flapping his wings, with a confused expression.

At this time, Kitakai Taro continued to shout:

“Kimura! The location of this mission! In Kii!”

“The location of the mission! Kii! Masato! Set off immediately!”

Hearing this, Kimura suddenly froze, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Kitaka Taro…just said…

–Task? !

Got a mission? ! !

Kimura’s expression changed from shock to ecstasy. He quickly rubbed his face and forced himself to calm down.

After being on standby for so long, I finally have a mission!

The corners of Kimura’s mouth still curled up in a state of suppressed thought.

Then, he ran all the way down the mountain road.

As soon as he entered the knife-forging village, he started shouting:

“Wajuro——! Sumire——!”

“There’s a mission—!”

…

…

at the same time.

Kii.

Town street.

Soryu Dojo.

This year is the beginning of Komaji’s third year in the dojo.

Snapped! Snapped!

At this moment, Koji stood in the courtyard of the dojo.

“…The weather is really nice today.” Komaji looked up at the bright sky, his pink eyelashes slightly narrowed, and said to himself.

He was holding a bamboo stick and patting the bedding that was hanging out to dry.

After more than two years of hard work, I have been training with Qing Zang.

Komaji’s physique has grown a lot.

It can obviously hold up the original loose martial arts uniform, and you can even faintly see the strong muscles under the martial arts uniform.

Gives people a complete sense of security.

The hair has also become a hairstyle that is easy to manage and close to a board size.

What’s more, he is now seventeen years old and a young man in the developmental stage. As long as the economy allows and nutrition is sufficient, his height is also rising rapidly.

Compared with two years ago, it is already much higher.

“Uh huh huh~” Komaji relaxedly hummed the ditty he learned from Keizo.

at this time.

The girl’s soft voice came from behind.

“Ahem, Mr. Komaji.”

Komaji was stunned, turned his head suddenly, looked behind him, and his expression became a little dazed:

“Lianxue?”

“Why did you come out…be careful of catching a cold…”

However, Lianxue slowly left the corridor where she was leaning, walked straight towards him, and tried to take the bamboo pole for slapping the quilt from his hand:

“It’s okay, Mr. Komaji.”

“Just leave this kind of thing to me…”

She reached out to reach the bamboo pole in Komaji’s hand, but she couldn’t reach it because of the height difference.

“…Eh?”

Lianxue suddenly felt a little ashamed, her face instantly turned red, she hesitated, lowered her head, and started to change the topic:

“I can already move independently, it’s okay.”

Koji looked at Lianxue, his clear blue pupils reflected her image standing in the sun, and he was slightly dazed.

–correct.

——Recently, it’s almost time for the fireworks display.