N-A-A Chapter 65 should have easily severed my head, right?
Chapter 65 should have easily severed my head, right?
Chapter 65 should have easily severed my head, right? (2/5)
A cold air was blowing as a man, dressed in yellow and black striped clothes, so thin he was almost skin and bones, with a faint scar on his left forehead, walked quickly through the thick snow, his long, dark red hair cascading over his shoulders.
Finally, in front of a cave, Kamado Tanjuro stopped, raising his dim yet cold eyes to look ahead.
The cave where he once slew the giant bear is now occupied by another master.
A tall man with a slightly pale face and a pair of scarlet eyes stood at the entrance of the cave, quietly watching him.
With his fist slightly clenched, feeling his body gradually draining away and his life dwindling, Kamado Tanjuro fell silent.
As descendants of the former Kamado Tanjiro, the Kamado clan bears the mission of passing on the sun-shaped earrings and Kagura dance of Yoriichi Tsugikuni. They maintain their vitality through breathing techniques and naturally know that demons exist in this world.
However, since the Kamado clan went into seclusion here, they haven't seen a ghost for who knows how many years, although the existence of ghosts has been passed down from generation to generation.
But as generations went by, life was peaceful, and no one had ever seen such a terrifying creature. Gradually, people began to think that ghosts and such terrifying creatures might not exist in this world.
Previously, Kamado Tanjuro also thought that the so-called demons were just stories made up by some people. However, looking at the tall man in front of him and seeing his obviously different vitality, he knew that demons really existed.
Under the dim moonlight, in front of the deep cave.
A human and a ghost stand facing each other across the void.
"Junior Su Mu greets Mr. Tanjuro."
Su Mu bent down slightly.
Kamado Tanjuro's dim eyes narrowed slightly. Since this demon knew his name, had he been secretly watching the Kamado family all along?
Now, the day has come when I am exhausted and near death—
At this moment, Kamado Tanjuro thought a lot, his slightly lowered eyes grew colder, and there was a hint of fear in them.
Although demons are terrifying creatures, Tanjuro Kamado is not afraid. He is already on the verge of death, so what is there to fear, be afraid of, or be afraid of?
What he truly cares about is his family.
His own family was the source of his fear.
Is there only one ghost here? Are there any other ghosts? With the limited time I have left, am I confident that I can eliminate all these potential dangers?
At that moment, Tanjuro Kamado was thinking about many things.
"please."
Su Mu slightly turned his body to the side, making way for the entrance to the cave.
Tanjuro Kamado hesitated for a moment, but eventually followed him into the cave.
He was familiar with the cave where he had once slain the giant bear; he had been there before. But now, the cave looked completely different.
Inside the cave, there appeared to be a separate resting space, with a bed covered with thick bedding and a simple shelf nearby containing kitchen utensils such as oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar.
In the center of the cave, a campfire was burning, and a small pot was placed on a wooden frame above it. It seemed that something was cooking in the pot, and a very fragrant aroma was wafting out.
Beside the small pot, a girl who looked very delicate was squatting by the pot with a small spoon. Because her back was turned, her face could not be seen. All that could be seen was that she had a single side ponytail tied on one side with a bright green butterfly hair clip.
I was dressed very warmly, so even in this cold winter, I didn't feel cold.
This made Kamado Tanjuro raise his eyes and glance at the girl, because she wasn't a demon, but a person.
She seems to be being taken good care of.
The commotion seemed to have startled the girl, and she turned around.
Her delicate face had a touch of baby fat, long and beautiful eyelashes, and striking pinkish-purple eyes that were unlike any other.
"Uncle—the stewed chicken will be ready soon, it'll be delicious! Uncle, you must drink a lot today, lots and lots of it!"
"—It won't happen—"
Kanao turned around and said happily, but when she saw the stranger, she pursed her lips, tilted her head slightly, and stared at the stranger who looked like he was no longer breathing with a puzzled look in her beautiful eyes.
"Ha, I definitely have to drink a lot, after all, it was made by Kanao."
Su Mu smiled and walked to the campfire, then looked up at Kamado Tanjuro standing there, and stretched out his hand:
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Please have a seat.
"Kamado Tanjuro" glanced around the entire cave, then looked around at the surroundings, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down silently by the campfire.
He wasn't quite sure what the ghost in front of him was up to.
"Kanao, go and get some sake."
Su Mu patted Kanao's head.
"Um."
Kanao tilted her head and glanced at the old man who was barely breathing, then immediately strode into the cave with light steps.
"Would you mind having a drink?"
Su Mu looked at Kamado Tanjuro and laughed.
"Do man-eating demons also drink alcohol?"
Tanjuro Kamado raised his eyes, his dim gaze filled with coldness.
"Even though I can't taste anything, I should still try it. Maybe I can taste a bit of what it felt like to be a human being."
He smiled, shrugged as if it didn't matter, and then sighed deeply: "I really want to experience what it feels like to be drunk, I really want to get completely drunk."
Kamado Tanjuro sneered inwardly. This legendary, cruel creature had always fed on human flesh and blood: "Is this girl your stored food?"
Su Mu looked up at Kanao, who was running over with a bottle of wine, and chuckled softly, "Mr. Tanjuro is almost dead, how can you still be so boring, talking about such sad things?"
"Yes, it must be the food you stored."
"If I said no, I'm afraid Mr. Tanjuro wouldn't believe me, would he?"
"Kamado Tanjuro" ignored him and looked around: "Why are you the only demon? Call out all the other demons."
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Su Mu seemed not to have heard Kamado Tanjuro's words. He took the sake bottle handed to him by Kanao and poured two cups: "The old man is about to die. It won't hurt to have a cup. He's going to die anyway. Even if it's poison, it won't make any difference to him."
As he spoke, Su Mu handed over the wine glass.
Tanjuro Kamado didn't take the sake cup, but instead looked around: "Are you the only demon here?"
"Old man, I offered you a drink, yet you've been plotting to kill me all along."
Su Mu chuckled softly, picked up his wine cup, took a sip, and muttered to himself, "Demons are terrifying creatures to humans. They are almost immortal. Ordinary people cannot kill demons. The only way to kill a demon is to use a Nichirin Blade to sever its head."
Tanjuro Kamado continued to stare coldly at the demon before him, showing no emotional fluctuation despite hearing that demons were invincible.
"Tanjuro Kamado" is like a plant sitting there, without breathing or emotion.
"That's right. You can't kill a demon without a Nichirin Blade, but there are people in this world who still have a way to kill demons."
As he spoke, Su Mu looked at Kamado Tanjuro, who seemed to be "not breathing": "Those who practice Sun Breathing, once they reach a certain level in their breathing, will have their attacks contain some of the sun's energy."
"call----"
The man, who had been silent, suddenly took a rapid breath.
Yes, practicing "Sun Breathing" will cause unusual burning damage to demons. Even if he doesn't have a Nichirin Blade, it doesn't mean he can't kill demons.
And the other party actually knew all this.
Why do you still dare to————
"Mr. Tanjuro, you want to know why I dared to appear before you, don't you?"
Su Mu took a sip of wine, looking at Kanao who had already handed him a bowl full of food from the pot. His scarlet eyes lowered slightly, and he reached out and gently stroked the girl's head: "What is there to be afraid of? It's just death."
He smiled, drank another glass of wine, gulping it down like water without tasting any alcohol, then looked at the old man opposite him: "If Mr. Tanjuro isn't afraid of death, do you think—I would be afraid of death?"
As he spoke, he gently lifted a piece of clothing beside him, revealing a knife hidden beneath the clothing.
A long, fiery red sword that faintly radiates the heat of flames.
A Nichirin Blade for slaying demons.
A fine sword for slaying demons.
He gently stroked the blade of his Nichirin Blade, feeling the repulsive warmth of the sunlight emanating from it. After a while, he raised his head and quietly looked at Tanjuro Kamado: "I think Mr. Tanjuro could easily sever my head with this sword, wouldn't he?"
He seemed to be smiling, yet he didn't seem to be smiling; he was simply watching the dying man before him, who was like a plant, lifeless and emotionless.
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