At the same time, traveling through time, starting from subverting the war at the top

Chapter 51 How sad

Four hundred years ago.

Warring States Period,

Kokushibo, no, he should be called Tsugikoku Iwakatsu at that time.

During a ghost attack, he was saved by Yunyi, whom he had not seen for many years.

In order to follow Yoriichi's path and surpass Yoriichi, he gave up his family and everything in the secular world and joined the Demon Slayer Corps.

Jigoku Iwakatsu is very talented. Not long after joining the team, he surpassed most of the swordsmen in the Demon Slayer Corps. After comprehending the Breathing of the Moon, he soon became the strongest pillar except for Yoriichi.

But as he grew older, he began to have other thoughts and worries.

That day,

The weather is sunny and there is a gentle breeze.

"What should we do about the heir?" Jiguo Yansheng called out to Yunyi.

"There is no master who can rival us, and the hope of inheriting the breathing method is slim."

"If this continues, our honed skills will be lost."

After saying this, Jiguo Yansheng looked up at Yunyi and found that the other person's face was still as calm as ever.

This expression seems to have never changed.

Still so proud.

Have you never worried, Yoshiichi?

"Brother, we are not such great people. In the long river of time, we are just a speck of dust in the long history of mankind." Yunyi spoke slowly, and the mountain breeze made the haori on his body rustle.

The proud person is never the indifferent Yoshiichi, but Tsugumi Iwaki himself.

Yunyi turned his head, his eyes calmly looking into the distance, and said casually: "People with far greater intelligence than us may be born right now, and they will also reach the same level as us."

"So there's nothing to worry about. We can die at any time without any worries."

"One day, there will be newborn children who will surpass us and climb to higher peaks." Yunyi smiled a rare smile on his face, his lips slightly raised, and said, "Brother, isn't this a happy thing?"

At that time, Jiguo Yansheng was arrogant and thought that he was the only one who was special.

I just feel that Yunyi’s smile is disgusting.

And the facts proved that Yunyi was right again.

Kokushibo looked at Lin Mo in front of him. He had been fighting until now, but not only were there no wounds, but even his clothes were not damaged.

The sword skills he had honed for hundreds of years seemed like a joke at this moment.

Recalling the conversation with Yoriichir that year, Kokushibo rarely began to question himself.

Is this the person you've been waiting for?
Yuichi!

Am I really wrong?

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Kokushibo's mind.

"Kuroshibo! Kill him!"

"Absolutely. Kill him!"

The voice was hurried and even a little panicked, and the owner of the voice was none other than the Ghost King Muzan.

Infinite city.

The Ghost King Muzan reached out and touched his chest, his hand was shaking.

He is afraid, he is afraid.

Muzan could empathize with Kokushibo's injuries, as he also had a scar on his body from being cut by the red sword.

Even though hundreds of years had passed since the knife wound, he still felt the pain at the wound as if it were being burned by the scorching sun.

Through shared vision, Wuzan also saw Lin Mo.

In Muzan's eyes, Lin Mo's figure overlapped with Yuanyi's figure from hundreds of years ago.

How could this not terrify him?

Muzan will never allow the existence of another person in this world who can threaten his life!

"Kill him now, Kokushibo!"

"He is not Tsugakuin Yoriichi, and you are no longer the Tsugakuin Iwakatsu!"

The Ghost King Muzan shouted hysterically.

Muzan's words brought Kokushibo back to his senses, even though he was already somewhat shaken.

Do not!
I won't lose again!

Even if I face you again!
Blades began to grow from every part of Kokushibo's body.

And mutation,
it's not finished yet!
Not only that, Kokushibo's head also began to change, growing demon horns and a ferocious bloody mouth.

If we say that the original Kokushibo still maintained the basic form of a human.

Then the person in front of us has completely turned into a monster.

Kokushibo's strong obsession with victory and survival allowed him to evolve again, and even the wound that was previously cut by Lin Mohe's sword began to heal slowly.

"How pathetic."

Lin Mo looked at Kokushibo, raised his sword, and rushed over.

the other side.

The medicine that Tamayo injected into Akaza's body finally began to take effect.

For Tamayo, the weak yet powerful Upper Three is the best subject for her drug testing.

With this little white mouse, the time for developing her special medicine that can turn ghosts back into humans will be further shortened.

After being injected with a large amount of drugs.

Akaza only felt a sharp pain in his head, and pictures began to emerge in his mind.

These are what he lost,

Memories of having lived in this world.

When he was a child, his family was poor and his father was seriously ill and bedridden at home.

In order to pay for his father's medical treatment, he had to steal to get money.

How could he guarantee that he would not make mistakes as he was still a child at the time? Every time he was caught, he would be severely beaten.

The tattoos on his hands were the tattoos imposed by the government on thieves.

The three blue tattoos on his hands represent the three times he was caught.

If he does it again, his wrists will be chopped off.

Akaza was only eleven years old at the time, and he did this just to keep his father alive.

But when he dragged his wounded body back home, he saw his father hanged in the house.

In order to avoid being a burden to Akaza, his father hanged himself.

The scene changes.

At this time, Akaza had grown up a little. After wandering around, he came to a new city, where he met his master who changed his life.

The master treated him very well, taught him martial arts, and treated him as his own son.

While Akaza was taking care of his master's daughter, Koyuki, the two fell in love and made a lifelong commitment.

It can be said that this period of time was the happiest time in Akaza's life.

If the next thing had not happened, he might have become a martial artist like his master, opened a school to teach disciples, and lived an ordinary and happy life.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. The kendo hall next door coveted the land of Akaza's martial arts hall, and was not sure of defeating his master.

So he poisoned the well and eventually killed his master and fiancée Lianxue.

After learning the truth, Akaza went completely crazy. He went alone and killed all 67 people in the kendo hall with his bare hands, leaving no one alive.

Jaw, brain, eyeballs, hands and feet, internal organs.
Like a picture of hell, it splashed onto the ceiling and walls of the kendo field.

Akaza, walking out of the blood, looked like a Shura.

Memories come flooding back.

Tears welled up in Akaza's eyes.

After becoming a ghost, his only remaining obsession is to become stronger.

But he forgot that his original intention of becoming stronger was to protect.

The person I want to protect is no longer here.

Then what's the point of becoming stronger?

What's the meaning of living these past few hundred years?!

How sad.

Komaji.

(End of this chapter)