Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 117 The Drifting House
boom!
Miken was awakened by the sound of an explosion.

He immediately grabbed the sword hilt, only to realize that someone outside was setting off firecrackers.

It's all because of the dream of Shura that I've suffered so much.JPG
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Yu Jian loosened his grip on the sword hilt and hugged the blanket beside him...

if not?
What else could it be?
Is she a youthful, pretty, cute, and energetic older sister type of beautiful girl?
Yes, such a character does exist, but she's next door.

Recalling what happened last night, Yu Jian couldn't help but tug at his collar, feeling that the wind was a little hot today.

The wine hastens the emotions, and that night Mingmei's cheeks were flushed like apples. She kept recounting her past from two different lives, not complaining, but rather pouring out her heart.

The distinction between the two is already quite blurred; perhaps it's just because the listeners' own feelings are different?
That night, Mitsurugi couldn't tell whether it was Akemi or Chizuru speaking to him. Perhaps they shared some similarities, which was why one of them was given this unique 'shell' by Tokoyami.

In the darkness, Hayashihara Akemi, resting her chin on her hand, looked down at Mitsurugi, who remained teetotal, with a smile. Her passionate expression revealed a hint of loneliness, making her stand out like a lone star in the night sky, so dazzling that one couldn't help but want to reach out and touch her.

Even though he hadn't been drinking, Yu Jian felt slightly tipsy.

"Honestly, even his stubbornness hasn't changed at all."

As she spoke, the younger woman, who was a few years older than her, fell fast asleep.

Yu Jian sighed helplessly and tapped the table lightly with his finger. Immediately, two maids appeared from the shadows.

They helped Mingmei up, exchanged glances, and one of them smiled faintly at Yujian, mouthing the words that almost made him fall over.

Would you like someone to stay with you?

Are you female ninjas or anti-demon ninjas?

Yu Jian really wanted to complain like that, but in the end he just waved his hand to signal them to leave quickly.

Recalling that scene, the white-haired boy instinctively pulled the blanket up to cover his head, his remaining idol image preventing him from letting out a strange scream.

It's not just for moral reasons; people who have never been in a relationship often have a sense of sanctity about love and always yearn for a perfect relationship.

At once……

"Kid, are you a virgin? You managed to hold back like that."

"Shut up, you dog. You don't need to understand human affairs so well."

"Wang Wang."

The first sentence was spoken by Milo, and the second sentence came from the enraged Mikado.

Yu Jian threw back the covers, got up, and stepped into the sunlight. The dog lying next to him suddenly fell silent.

The young swordsman stood with his back to the light, the rising sun casting a soft, pale gold hue on his white hair, giving it an ethereal and clear quality unique to morning light. With a casual swing of his unsheathed sword, the young man seemed to radiate light himself, captivating all who looked away.

The same applies to dogs, and also to Chizuru or Akemi, who had just entered the room.

"Cough." It was clearly a young woman's voice, but it sounded strange at the moment, as if a strange cry had been forcibly transformed into a relatively polite cough.

"Time to get going, the festival starts early this morning!"

Looking at her so energetically, could it be that Akemi has already woken up...?

Smiling and shaking his head, Yujian casually put on his coat and let Mingmei pull him outside.

The streets were filled with a strong festive atmosphere, and children and adults could be seen running around everywhere. The former had innocent joy on their faces, while the latter showed a rare sense of ease and leisure when they didn't have to work.

Well, not everyone is exempt from working.

Just like Hattori Hanzo, who was gulping down strong tea at a stall in the distance, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, he was looking at the two people's backs with resentment.

If I show up at this time, Chizuru will hate me, right?
That's roughly what the ninja master was thinking.

Behind Hattori Hanzo, the other ninjas' gazes toward their leader became subtle. So this was the side of the ruthless master of shadows who upheld the shogunate's rule.

As Hattori Hanzo watched the young swordsman glance back at him, he couldn't help but recall what he had witnessed while reporting to the shogun the previous night.

"Wow." The short old man stared intently at the potted plant in front of him.

"So even gods fight over things they like, just like children."

"My lord?" Hattori Hanzo suddenly looked up.

"Hanzo-kun." The general put down the scissors and beckoned to his old subordinate with great affection.

Hattori Hanzo hesitated, crawled two steps closer, and then saw that the bonsai had been pruned into a magnificent dragon shape.

Normally, even someone as taciturn as a ninja would likely offer a few words of praise to please their boss, since flattery doesn't cost anything.

But at this moment, Hanzo was filled with astonishment.

"I ask you, in most cases, could a young, country-dwelling ronin samurai possess such superb swordsmanship?"

Hattori Hanzo slowly shook his head.

"I ask you, can a poor young warrior possess such noble character?"

The ninja master fell silent.

"Samurai are beasts. Samurai families are herds of beasts."

"Such a solitary monster cannot grow in this muddy, dusty world."

"A snake lying on the ground can never grow scales like a flying dragon."

The general's aged whispers echoed in my ears.

"Perhaps, that's a good fate too."

As his memory faded, Hattori Hanzo looked up again only to find that the two people... were gone!?! The Ninja Master instantly stood up, scanned his surroundings, and then looked at his subordinates.

"What about people?"

"Suddenly disappeared."

"Go find it!"

"Yes!"

The two parties involved were completely unaware of this, and had been leisurely enjoying the festive atmosphere since then.

According to Milo, now they need to wait for the story to progress further, and then seize the opportunity to awaken Akemi and leave the world of the living.

Mikasa felt that the guy in the vampire's 'shell' wouldn't stand idly by, and Milo agreed. So the two, who seemed relaxed, were actually quite wary.

Perhaps only Akemi was truly enjoying the holiday.

"It's a ring toss game. Let's go take a look, Sword Master."

Without saying a word, Akemi grabbed Mikasa's hand and ran over there.

A few minutes later, Milo raised its front paws and covered its face. It had witnessed firsthand the stall owner's expression, which gradually changed from a beaming smile at the prospect of business to a near-collapse, silent scream.

It's exactly the same expression as the one in the world-famous painting "The Scream".

The first loop was placed around the brass thumb ring furthest away, reflecting the bright sunlight.

"Wow, I actually threw it pretty accurately." Yu Jian couldn't help but exclaim.

After testing it himself, he discovered something.

The throwing skills inherent in Mingqing Shi's 'shell' are not limited to throwing stones, but can be effective for any throwing action that requires accuracy.

If throwing works, what about shooting?

So, the next person to start playing "The Scream" became the owner of the archery stall.

Although the props were changed to cork bows and headless arrows, they were essentially the same as the toy booths in later festivals where people used air guns to shoot at toys.

An arrow shot down the beautiful box at the highest point, secretly bound with a thin rope. Inside lay a pretty hairpin, probably the top prize here.

"What? My aim is pretty good too."

Yu Jian was surprised to find that Ming Qing Shi's 'accuracy' could indeed be applied to shooting.

This made him instinctively touch the magic gun hidden in his pocket.

Since acquiring it, he hasn't actually tried out this super cool-looking revolver yet due to ammunition and safety concerns.

“There are some shops over there that I haven’t seen before.” Akemi’s voice came from beside him. While he was thinking, Mitsurugi let her pull him into a shop.

Suddenly, he realized something was wrong.

All ambient noise disappeared completely the moment the door closed.

"The things they sell here are so strange," Akemi said, looking around in surprise.

The shelves were filled with all sorts of glass bottles, porcelain bottles, and strange crystal and gemstone products. Occasionally, one could see gorgeous rings and necklaces, while next to them were exquisite gold hairpins, making it look like a large, unkempt warehouse.

"Oh dear, two young guests have arrived." A pleasant voice came from deep within the shop.

Accompanied by strange, clattering footsteps, the shop owner strolled over leisurely.

"Eek!" Mingmei froze, then fell straight backward.

Yu Jian quickly caught her, while nervously looking ahead.

The newcomer was undoubtedly a beauty, with a dignified and elegant face, skin as white as snow, and long, flowing hair dyed in nine different colors. Instead of looking messy, it had a harmonious beauty, while the rest of her hair was pure white, just like the sword she was riding, which gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

But none of the above are the key points.

The key point is that this shop owner is over three meters tall!

It also has a pair of incredibly beautiful pure white antlers on its head!

Her lips were also white, with only a slight hint of light pink, as if she had applied a unique lip gloss.

Its feet are the strangest feature, as they are a pair of cloven-hoofed hooves with separate toes, which is why they make that strange footstep sound when walking.

While he was still in a daze, Yu Jian felt his trouser leg being tugged.

The dog god Milo was bowing down in a kneeling posture; it was he who had just bitten his own trouser leg to give the hint.

For some reason, Milo didn't use his telepathy to explain anything at this moment.

At this moment, the shopkeeper squinted like a retired old lady who had forgotten her reading glasses. She carefully examined Yu Jian for a moment, and then suddenly showed a surprised expression.

"Hey? Whose kid are you? What are you doing in Changshili? Hey, you even brought a dog with you, snorting away."

As he spoke, the shop owner squatted down and waved to Yu Jian, his tone like that of a neighbor grandma who lived in the same courtyard. She had suddenly seen the little guy next door on her way home from get off work, and couldn't remember his name for a moment, so she just tricked him into coming over and pinching his cheek.

Before Yujian could react, Milo rolled over and exposed his belly, sticking out his tongue and wagging his tail, clearly trying to please him.

Then, Yu Jian realized that this 'person' was actually speaking standard Mandarin, with a slight accent from the Northwest, close to the Lanzhou-Yinchuan Mandarin popular in Gansu, or even the Northern Xinjiang dialect.

That accent reminded Yu Jian of the lamb skewers vendors outside his old elementary school.

Who is this...?

(End of this chapter)