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He reached out and placed his hand on Kanao's head, his fingers running through the girl's soft, black hair, and asked softly, "Tell me, is it sincere, or feigned?"

Kanao frowned, trying her best to think for her uncle.

The girl felt it was real, but thought that if Kanao could so easily believe it was real, her uncle wouldn't have to worry so much. Perhaps her uncle could tell it was fake.

But she felt it was real.

at least

It's true now.

With a furrowed brow, Kanao wanted to share her thoughts with her uncle, but Su Mu, seemingly having figured something out, patted Kanao's head and chuckled nonchalantly:

"Alright, it's late, my dearest Kanao, it's time for you to rest."

Kanao had no choice but to stop talking, but she sensed that although her uncle seemed calm, he was anything but.

So she reached out and gently grasped her uncle's hand: "Uncle, don't worry about others."

"Anyway, Kanao cares about her uncle."

"Too."

Su Mu reached out and gently stroked Kanae's nose, his tone somewhat indulgent: "Get some rest. I'll have Mrs. Kui make you another bowl of sweet white fungus porridge tomorrow morning."

"No."

Kanao shook her head.

"Doesn't Kanao like it?"

Su Mu was somewhat puzzled.

Kanao held up two fingers: "Two bowls, please."

"Ha, what a greedy little Kanao."

He flicked Kanao's nose again.

"One bowl for Uncle, one bowl for Chanel."

The girl spoke softly.

"Ah."

Su Mu glanced at the girl, made a soft sound with his nose, and whispered, "However, Uncle doesn't really like those sweet things, so give them all to Kanao."

Chapter 127 Childish Things (2/4 (Combined))

A quiet morning

Everything was quiet, even the neighbors next door, who usually get up early to exercise every day, were unusually quiet today.

Urokodaki Sakonji also got up earlier than usual, lit a bonfire in the house, and personally cooked a hot pot.

The flames flickered, and the rich soup in the pot bubbled and steamed, filling the room with a pleasant aroma.

Makomo changed into a pink kimono with a floral pattern.

The girl had deep green eyes, and at this moment her slender feet were wearing new shoes. She wore a smiling fox mask with her eyes closed, half of which had been removed and the other half was still on her face, revealing half of the girl's delicate face.

Upon arriving at the house, Urokodaki Sakonji had already prepared a table full of steaming hot food.

Makomo took the small bowl and ate with her most respected master Urokodaki. The steaming food touched the girl's delicate eyebrows. She ate in small bites, and several times she wanted to open her mouth to tell her most respected master Urokodaki something to do in the future.

But no matter what he said, he couldn't get the words out.

"Is everything packed?"

The lower voice came from the left side of the Scaled Waterfall.

"Ah."

"Have you prepared everything, including water bottles and clothes? We'll be staying at 'Tengxi Mountain' for a full seven days."

Everything is ready.

After finishing the last bite of rice in her small bowl, the girl stood up and looked at Master Urokodaki, who was still sitting there: "Master, I'm leaving."

"Ah."

"From now on... Master, please take good care of your health."

Mako said in a low voice.

"I will."

Makomo had so much more to say, but in the end she just said, "Then, Master, I'm leaving."

"I'll see you off."

"it is good."

Just like every time a most respected master bids farewell to each of his disciples, he is filled with hope and anticipation.

But each time, the apprentice never returned, and he could only accept the cold, impersonal letters delivered by the raven.

At a spot on a blue stone, Urokodaki Sakonji stopped, and Makomo stopped as well, tilting her head to look at her master. Due to the tengu mask covering her, Makomo could not see what her master's expression was at that moment, and wondered if he was very sad.

But I guess so.

Every time she bids farewell to her disciple, her most respected master Urokodaki, her most beloved old man, would secretly wipe away tears.

In the past, I had my own presence by the side of my most respected master, Urokodaki.

now

There's no one to keep me company anymore.

Fortunately, new residents moved to Sagiri Mountain; otherwise, Master would have been terribly lonely on this mountain all by himself.

"I'm leaving, Master."

Makomo waved to Urokodaki Sakonji, then placed her small hand on her abdomen and bowed respectfully: "I will come back."

Just like her master's other disciples who would make promises to him upon leaving, she, like her senior brothers, sisters, and Sabito, solemnly made a promise to her master.

"You must come back."

Beneath the mask, Urokodaki Sakonji's voice was low and slightly hoarse.

Makomo said nothing more, bowed respectfully, and turned around without hesitation, gracefully embarking on the path to the swordsman assessment at 'Fujikasayama'.

A gentle breeze brushed against the mask and landed on the eyes, blurring the eyelashes with the morning mist.

Like her senior brothers, senior sisters, and Sabito, she embarked on this path. Will she have the same ending as her senior brothers, senior sisters, and Sabito?

She didn't know.

Although she was full of confidence in herself, just as many things in this world are beyond her control, many people she cherished and treasured left one by one.

…………

Compared to Makomo, Su Mu, along with Kanao and Tanjiro, would undoubtedly leave much later, as Kamado Aoi had packed all their luggage very well.

Nezuko also wanted to join in, but Su Mu stopped her.

Like many people who travel far away, family members would give them repeated instructions. Kamado Hime was no exception. However, facing the expressionless Su Mu, there were many things she dared not say.

"gone."

He waved to the family who were standing by the stove to see him off.

"May you have great success in your military endeavors."

With her small hands on her abdomen, Zaomen Kuizhi bowed deeply to Su Mu.

Nezuko, Hanako, Takeo, and Shigeru all performed almost the same actions as their mother.

………………

Time passed slowly.

When they first parted, Nezuko didn't really have any special feelings. She just suddenly felt that the surroundings were much quieter. Her brother wasn't around, and neither was her teacher nor the expressionless Kanao. Other than that, she didn't really have any special feelings.

Just like a normal life.

But on the second day, she suddenly felt very bored. With no one supervising her, she could lie comfortably in the rocking chair and sunbathe, or lean against the window and look outside.

but……

Very bored.

Suddenly I really want to see my brother, my teacher, and even that annoying Kanao.

Suddenly...

I really want to see

At first, this feeling was just like a very calm lake.

but

When a stone falls, ripples appear in a calm heart.

But it's impossible to see my brother, my teacher, or that annoying Kanao again; they've all left and gone far away.

A person, somewhat bored, walks through the misty mountains, watching the fog rising from the jungle.

The climb to the summit was somewhat difficult, shrouded in mist. The view from the top was breathtaking, but Nezuko didn't appreciate it.

She gazed into the distance through the mountaintop, longing to see familiar figures.

But the person didn't return, so how could we see familiar figures?

As a result, I became very depressed.

The girl hung her head in dejection, picked up a small pebble from the ground, and threw it down the mountain. When she threw the tenth pebble, Nezuko tilted her head and looked to the side.

On a rock not far away, an old man wearing a celestial dog mask sat alone.

Nezuko understood that the old man was probably waiting for his apprentice named Makomo. She also knew that the old man had taught many apprentices before and had personally seen them off to participate in the swordsman examination at Fujikasane Mountain, but none of them had returned.

Suddenly, I felt sorry for this old woman. If her brother, her teacher, and even that annoying Kanao were not to return, she probably wouldn't be able to bear it.

But this old man, again and again, saw off and parted ways.