N-A-A Chapter 62 Humans and ghosts are ultimately different.
Chapter 62 Humans and ghosts are ultimately different.
Chapter 62 Humans and Ghosts Are Ultimately Different (4/5)
As it turns out, human food does not alleviate the hunger of demons.
The hunger in my stomach was ever-present.
That craving for "human beings" still assaults his mind every moment.
"How are you feeling? Are you feeling much better after eating?"
Kanao looked up at the demon and patted her tummy: "If you're hungry, eating something will make you feel much better."
"Yes, it's much better."
Looking at the innocent girl, Su Mu smiled and patted her head: "You feel much better, and you're not so hungry anymore."
""
Upon hearing this, Kanao immediately revealed a delighted and delicate expression.
Sensing the girl's happiness, Su Mu's suppressed emotions seemed to ease somewhat. He gently patted Kanao's head and said, "Let me comb your hair; it's all messed up."
"Um.
""
Kanao turned around obediently.
Su Mu picked up the comb and began to slowly comb his hair. He always carried these small items, such as combs, with him.
"uncle----"
"Um.
""
"I ran into someone while I was picking flowers outside."
"Oh, what kind of person?"
"A person who talks a lot and also cries easily."
Kanao couldn't help but recall the way Mizuko was crying and sobbing.
For Kanao, shedding tears seemed like a distant memory. She seemed to not know how to shed tears, and even when her uncle told her to cut off his head with a knife, a sad thing that made her want to cry, she couldn't cry.
"Really? Maybe something unpleasant happened?"
"Is losing your father considered an unhappy thing?"
Kanao muttered, "It's supposed to be a very happy thing."
Su Mu unconsciously slowed down his combing, looked down at the girl who spoke so matter-of-factly, and for a moment didn't know what to say.
Should I blame myself? Or should I blame the other person's so-called father?
He gently combed Kanao's hair, then tied it with a hair tie to prevent it from becoming too messy, and put a butterfly hair clip on the corner of her hair. The bright and beautiful girl was immediately presented to him.
"Losing one's father is not something to be happy about. Kanao doesn't understand because Kanao's father was not worth it, but—it's not a happy thing after all."
He said it softly.
Kanao tilted her head, looking thoughtful, but seemed not to have figured it out: "I don't quite understand, but what Uncle says is always right."
I chose to believe my uncle without any reason.
Without any hesitation.
Su Mu gently tapped Kanao's head: "Kanao doesn't understand now, but she might understand when she grows up."
"oh!"
Kanao touched the spot where she had been hit, tilted her head back, and looked at her uncle: "When will I grow up? What will happen when I grow up?"
"Grown up————"
Su Mu whispered, "When you grow up, you'll become even more beautiful and attractive. You'll meet someone you like, get married, have children, and then—"
As for anything more specific, I can't really say.
"It's nothing, I might as well stay with my uncle."
"We can't stay by the ghost's side forever."
Humans and ghosts are ultimately different.
Su Mu murmured softly, combing the last strand of hair, and said with a smile, "Alright, all done."
Kanao turned around and touched her cheek. The strands of hair that had been falling in front of her forehead and obstructing her view had been combed back. Although she couldn't see how they had been combed, she imagined they must look very nice.
"I'm going to continue picking flowers."
Kanao shook her head, and her high ponytail was tossed out in a beautiful arc.
"No rush, get some rest."
"No, it's more important to pick the flowers Uncle wants as soon as possible."
Kanao clenched her fists, her eyes sparkling with excitement: "Uncle, just wait for me to pick the flowers for you."
"Um.
""
Kanao took small, quick steps and stepped out of the dark cave again, into a place where the sunlight shone. Once she was out of her uncle's sight, the girl unconsciously pursed her lips tightly.
For Kanao, who had endured hunger since childhood, the feeling of hunger was extremely sensitive. No matter how naturally her uncle acted, she could still feel the deep hunger she was experiencing.
Ordinary food simply wouldn't be enough to fill my uncle's stomach.
"Blue spider lily".
Kanao looked at the distant mountains and clenched her fists slightly.
When Mi Douzi returned from the mountains, her small basket was full of wild vegetables, and she also found a few medicinal herbs that could be sold for some money.
The dew in the jungle dampened the clothes that Midouzi was mending, and the girl's clean little shoes were also covered in mud.
"call----"
Carrying the basket and catching her breath, Mi Douzi sat on the bluestone and saw that strange thing near her family's cemetery—
The girl was picking flowers again.
I can't understand it.
Midouzi couldn't understand how someone could say something as cruel as, "It would be better if Dad weren't dead."
Even if her father is only away from home for a short period of time, she misses him terribly.
The thought of dying made her feel like she couldn't breathe.
After glancing once more at the strange girl her age who was still picking flowers, Midouzi shook her head, picked up her full basket, and ran home.
Soon, they arrived at their doorstep and, through the fence, saw the boy chopping wood.
The boy wore a green and black checkered haori with a pine pattern, had deep red hair, red eyes, and wore sun-shaped earrings.
Sweat soaked the boy's forehead, and he was panting heavily.
Watching her brother chopping wood diligently despite his exhaustion, Midouzi lowered her head slightly. Since her father suddenly fell ill, the family had lost their pillar of support, and with the added burden of treating him, their circumstances had deteriorated at a visible rate.
Although life has become increasingly difficult, my brother, mother, and I are all still working hard for this family. We all firmly believe that the future will be better.
"Onii-chan".
Midouzi raised her head, revealing a lovely smile, hiding all her disappointment and sadness deep inside, and showing only sunshine and happiness.
Tanjiro, who was chopping wood, stopped and saw his sister walking over with a smile as she opened the gate. A smile also appeared on his tired face.
"It's Mi Douzi who's back."
Tanjiro scratched his head, looking at the basket the girl was carrying: "You've picked so many wild vegetables again, that's really impressive. But, did Nezuko go deep into the mountains? We can't go there, what if she encounters wild animals—"
"No, Onii-chan, it's just wild vegetables I picked near my house."
Nezuko placed the basket on the ground next to Tanjiro: "I also picked a few herbs. I saw that some of them were in the medicine my father was drinking. We can either brew them for him or sell them in town."
"Nie Douzi is really amazing."
Tanjiro couldn't help but praise her, but his heart ached. When their father was still alive, his sister always loved to play and was a little willful. But since their father fell ill, his sister suddenly became sensible and stopped playing. She always tried her best to do something for the family.
Tanjiro felt guilty because his sensible younger sister had greatly reduced the family's burden.
Compared to his sister, he, as the older brother, still has many shortcomings. His father told him that as a man, he should support the family, but he still makes the family's life so difficult.
"By the way, Onii-chan, do you think there's anyone in this world who would be happy if their father died?"
"How could that be?"
Tanjiro shook his head: "How can there be such a person? I'm too busy being sad."
Tanjiro's eyes dimmed as he thought of his father's current state.
"I don't understand it either."
Mi Douzi whispered, "Just thinking about these things makes it hard to breathe. Do you think Dad will get better?"
"Don't worry, Midouzi, Father's illness will definitely get better."
Tanjiro raised his head, revealing a confident smile: "I definitely will."