On the other side.

Demon Slayer Headquarters Mansion.

Sayashiki Fushie sat on the sunny house platform, squinted his eyes slightly, enjoying the clean sunshine that he had not missed for a long time.

At this time, a fast-flying crow rushed over! He shouted at Shiyashiki Fushi:

"Ga!!!Ga!"

Chen Ji, who was standing beside him, put down the teacup in his hand and reached out to let the crow fall on his arm.

The crow shook his wings and fell down steadily. He combed his feathers with his beak:

"Ga! It's a letter from Lord Shangquan!"

Chen Ji took the paper strip from the crow's ankle, and swept the contents of the paper strip in the sun, with her lavender pupils shivering slightly.

After reading the contents of the note, she whispered toward the Saya Shikiki Fushie beside her:

"That person said... I found Musang's traces in Maiyacho. Now Wusang may leave, but there may still be ghosts remaining there."

"The team members need to be sent to investigate."

After saying that, Tatsuki looked at the Sakura Shikiki who was keeping a smile, and quietly waited for his reply.

After a while, Sayashiki Fukao's gentle voice slowly came into the ears of the crow:

"If you do Yamamachi, the residences between Inagaki Siichiro and Inagaki Siichiro were nearby."

"Let them investigate."

"Gar!!" Hearing this, the raven waved his arms and flew to the sky again.

After the crows flew away, the courtyard slowly returned to peace.

"The situation that has not changed for hundreds of years... has finally started to rise and fall again." The scar that had half of the faded scar on Shiyashiki Fukasaki's face had begun to spread again. He closed his eyes and said comfortably.

"…human…" Chen Ji lowered her eyes, her eyes filled with sadness and worry: "Will it really win?"

"Everyone... actually knows it." Chen Ji lowered her head involuntarily.

"Even if the Pean Swordsman who is known as the strongest generation is actually half-ghost swordsman... This is really..."

Tatsuki wanted to continue saying something, but Tatsuki Shizuki shook his head and slowly interrupted Tatsuki:

"In order to continue the future of mankind, this has always been the purpose of the Demon Slayer Team at all costs."

"On the contrary, those half-ghost swordsmen sacrificed themselves to create and support miracles of several eras."

"That's where we can discuss the future of mankind here."

"They are heroes, they have always been."

"Chen Ji."

Sayashiki Fukasaki turned his head, but the turbid white eyeballs seemed to have a firm look at the moment:

"It's our turn to create miracles for those who come to the future."

Chen Ji was stunned when she heard this. She was stunned for a while before nodding slowly.

Sayashiki Fukasaki smiled slightly, holding the scroll that Naozuna was holding in his hand.

On the other side of the last page, there is a sentence like this:

"Holding the torch high in Yongye, pointing out the direction for future generations."

...

...

Mingzhu Mansion.

In the courtyard.

A young man with black hair and wearing a yellow hexagram stood in the courtyard, holding the handle of the wooden knife tightly with his hands full of vicissitudes.

He kept waving forcefully, one after another, one after another.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

The boy's face was firm, but there seemed to be a hint of cowardice hidden under this perseverance.

"Stay up, raise your arms a little more."

Naruto Inagaki Siichiro sat in the corridor next to him, holding an apple in his hand, and vaguely guiding the black-haired boy.

It would be fine if this is not instructed. Once the guidance is made, the young man who was called "good survival" suddenly couldn't hold back.

Bang!

The wooden knife in his hand came out weakly. His legs were weakened and he fell to his knees on the ground with a frustration.

"I quit."

The boy supported his hands on the ground, and his depressed voice disappeared for a moment.

"Huh? What?" Inagaki Siichiro chewed the apple in his mouth, not hearing it clearly. He poked his head out and asked.

Shancun raised his head suddenly, he pursed his lips tightly, turned his head with tears in the corner of his eyes, looked at Siichiro Inagaki who was sitting beside him, and shouted in a collapse:

"I quit!!"

As he said that, he stood up, walked to Ciichiro with his arms choked all the way, and kept complaining:

"Why! Ciichiro is obviously at the same time as me! Why did you become a pillar? I haven't yet!"

"We have been practicing together! Killing ghosts! Eat together! Even going to the bathroom!"

"What the hell did you do!?"

As he said that, two lines of clear tears flowed down Shancun's cheeks. He pursed his lips and stared at Ciichiro, whose forehead was sweating coldly.

Ciichiro's eyes dodged away. He held the apple and waved lightly at Shancun, who was crying:

"Ah~ You said this~ Don't give up easily, be good at it!"

Suddenly, Siichiro Inagaki seemed to remember something very good. He turned his head and looked firmly at Shancun, who was pursing his lips and crying silently:

"Good! You will definitely succeed!"

"You are my wife's surname!"

Ciichiro's eyes shining and he gave my wife Shancun a thumbs up.

My wife Shancun was stunned when she heard this, and then stared at Ciichiro even more angrily. He hit Ciichiro on the shoulder with a knife:

"asshole!!"

Pongpongpongpongpong!!!

My wife Shancun was anxious. He attacked both sides and quickly slapped Ciichiro from both sides with both hands.

"My wife, my wife, my wife, my wife!! I would rather give my wife my last name to you!!"

For Shancun, who has been hoping to join the Demon Killing Team since childhood and has the ability to protect everyone, the surname "My Wife" has always been a very heavy hat.

The people of the Demon Slayer seemed to have determined that the swordsman with the surname "My Wife" should be as strong as he should, and had high hopes for him.

However, under such heavy pressure, Shancun once thought that he would definitely do a good job...

He firmly believed that as long as he did not give up, he would practice hard like this and repeat it like hell.

It will definitely be rewarded.

But reality is cruel.

He practiced the sword moves he passed down from the family tree for a long time, over and over again, and every time he practiced from dawn to darkness.

Over and over again.

Once, again.

Carve the sword move into your physical memory.

But it seemed like there was an invisible wall, he just couldn't use the sword moves from the genealogy cleanly.

This made Shancun defeated by setbacks again and again.

So far, the surname of "my wife" can be called a taboo word for him.

In anger, my wife Shancun jumped on Ciichiro's shoulders, grabbed Ciichiro's hair with both hands and gnawed on his head:

"Bastard asshole bastard asshole bastard!!!"

"Ahhhhh!! It hurts very much!! Come down quickly!!" Ciichiro subconsciously stood up, shook his head unsteadily, and was a little panicked and fighting with Shancun.

At this time, a crow flew over from the east.

"Ga..." The crow shouted weakly.

thump!

The last head hit the courtyard of the mansion.

"Hey!! It's a crow!!"

"Gar!"

At this time, the crow exclusive to the Pinyin Pillar flew over and lowered his head and asked the crow who was about to fall into a coma.

Then, the crow raised his head and shouted loudly to the two who were twisting:

"Chuya-cho! The mission location this time is Chuya-cho!"
Chapter completed!