Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

"Ok!"

The door opened, and there sat Kyojuro Rengoku by the window, his back to him. The sake bottle he always carried was nowhere to be seen.

"Father."

After staring at his father's back for a few seconds, Kyojuro Rengoku smiled:

"I am back."

"Ah, it's good to be back."

Perhaps it was just my imagination, but Rengoku Makijuro's deep voice seemed a little hoarse.

Rengoku Senjuro quietly closed the door, leaving the two of them alone.

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Chapter 714, Section 735: This thing is much better than the Nichirin Blade!

Leaving aside Kyojuro Rengoku's return home, the first batch of weapons at the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters has already been distributed to the various swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps.

"What is this stuff?"

Wearing a boar's head mask, Inosuke Hashibira stared at the pair of weapons in front of him, lost in thought.

These are all things I've never seen before.

Although it was mentioned above as a weapon to deal with demons, can this iron rod, which doesn't even have a blade, really cut off a demon's neck?

Does that mean you're going to smash this thing on the ghost's head?

It just doesn't feel right for my fighting style...

"I don't quite understand either, I only know that Mr. Purgatory brought it back."

Tanjiro Kamado, now dressed in casual clothes, scratched his head and said...

Although he was the first to know that Kyojuro Rengoku had returned, in fact, he didn't know much about it.

It would be quite generous to make an exception and let him sit in on one of the plenary sessions.

The first time he came here doesn't count; he was on trial that time.

"It should be some new firearms or something."

"I've seen people use similar firearms before."

Zenitsu Agatsuma, the only one in the three-person team who was connected to society, said somewhat uncertainly.

He did know some basic concepts about firearms, but this was the first time he had ever seen real firearms placed in front of him.

And although they say they're similar, the differences feel really big.

If I had to give Zenitsu Agatsuma an example, it would be the difference between him when he first started learning swordsmanship and him now.

Although they are both carrying knives, they give off completely different vibes.

Although he is very weak now.

With his head bowed, Zenitsu Gasai suddenly became dejected.

Ah, I also want to be a cool hero.

"What is this guy doing?"

Looking away from the guns on the table, Inosuke Hashibira glanced at the dejected Zenitsu Agatsuma, a few question marks popping into his head.

What's wrong with this guy now?

Forget it, leave him alone.

Shaking his head, Inosuke Hashibira indicated that he was already used to Zenitsu Agatsuma's occasional erratic outbursts.

It seems like there's no one normal in this team except for myself.

Hashibira Inosuke thought to himself.

Coincidentally, the other two people thought the same thing.

"This is the weapon that Mr. Rengoku Kyojuro, the Flame Pillar, brought back."

With her hands on her hips, Kanzaki Aoi walked behind the three of them, her gaze lingering on Hashibira Inosuke for a couple of seconds before naturally looking away.

"Originally, it shouldn't have been allocated to you, but because of Mr. Rengoku Kyojuro's request, the three of you will also receive a share."

"Some of them seem to have been gifts from people who came back with Mr. Rengoku Kyojuro?"

In the end, even Kanzaki Aoi seemed a little uncertain.

Not many people know that Ryoujin and Joseph returned with Kyojuro Rengoku.

But those close to Zhu would receive some information, more or less.

After all, the Demon Slayer Corps didn't keep the information too tightly under wraps in this regard; it mostly relied on the Pillars' own initiative.

Most of the people in the Butterfly Mansion already knew.

"A friendly gift?"

Tilting his head, Inosuke wore a puzzled expression.

What is this?

Pay tribute?

Having grown up in the mountains, Inosuke Hashibira's views are quite similar to those of animals in many ways.

This naturally brings to mind the idea that many animals would hand over their prey to the leader.

That's it!

Two puffs of white smoke came out of the pig's nose, and Inosuke looked energetic.

There might be some misunderstanding.

"No, Inosuke! That's not what I meant by 'a friendly gift'!"

Waving his hands, Tanjiro Kamado explained to Inosuke Hashibira the meaning of this gift of friendship.

But Hashibira Inosuke wasn't listening at all.

"You're so noisy, Kwon Hachiro."

"I've already told you that's not my name!"

"Let's try out these weapons first, then we'll head to Wenyi!"

"Listen to me properly!"

A few minutes later, on the back mountain of the Butterfly Mansion—

Several Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen had their Nichirin Blades tucked into their waistbands and each carried a gun.

Tanjiro Kamado's rifle, Zenitsu Agatsuma's sniper rifle, and...

Inosuke Hashibira, holding two submachine guns.

"Hmm~"

A star flashed in Inosuke's eye, and he seemed quite excited.

"I am Inosuke."

Holding his rifle, Tanjiro Kamado, looking somewhat bewildered, glanced at Inosuke Hashibira, as if he wanted to say something.

But he was interrupted the next second by Inosuke Hashibira's excited shout:

"Very good! Let's begin the experiment!"

Without waiting for the other two to answer, Inosuke Hashibira, following Zenitsu Agatsuma's previous instructions, disengaged the safety and pulled the trigger.

Although Zenitsu Agatsuma doesn't know how to use a gun, there's an instruction manual!

“Da da da da..............”

Modern weapons of war were constantly spitting fire.

They look like two small submachine guns, but their magazine capacity is surprisingly large.

The bullets fired from the muzzle tore everything in sight to shreds.

"Ooo ...

Due to the recoil, Inosuke Hashibira's voice was now trembling violently.

When both guns were emptied of bullets, a silence fell over them.

Finally, Inosuke Hashibira was the first to break the silence.

"Ohhhhh!!!!"

"Kwon Hachiro! Wen Yi!"

"This thing is way better than a Nichirin Blade!!!"

Waving excitedly at the two smoking submachine guns, Hashibira Inosuke turned to the two and said.

However, they were met with expressions of terror on their faces, as if they had seen some kind of monstrous flood.

"What's wrong with you guys? Are you scared by me?"

"Hahahahaha!!!"

"Is it better than a Nichirin Blade? I think so too."

A crisp sound rang out behind Inosuke Hashibira.

The unrestrained laughter stopped abruptly, and Inosuke Hashibira turned around sheepishly.

He saw Shinobu Kocho with a smile on her face looking at him kindly, her smile seemingly no different from usual.

If you ignore the bulging veins on Shinobu's forehead.

"I thought I had overestimated your ability to cause trouble, but it seems I underestimated you."

Looking at the devastation, resembling the aftermath of a typhoon, Shinobu Kocho felt a string of reason about to snap in her head.

She grows a lot of medicinal herbs here!!!

"laugh..............."

Watching Inosuke Hashibira being dragged away by Shinobu Kocho, his feet leaving long tracks on the ground, Tanjiro Kamado and Zenitsu Gasai fell into deep thought.

Indeed, it's better to try somewhere farther away.

Otherwise, I feel like I'd be killed by Miss Shinobu.

the other side--

"As per Mr. Luo Zhen's request, those weapons have been delivered to the Butterfly Mansion."

Inside the room, Kagaya Ubuyashiki spoke to Rozen in front of him.

Chapter 715, Section 736: The Middle Eastern Bandit, Ichiro Tsurugi

Sitting in front of Kagaya Ubuyashiki, Ryouma said softly:

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Ubuyashiki."

"It wasn't hard at all."

With a light laugh and a shake of his head, Kagaya Ubuyashiki didn't think he had suffered any hardship.

Compared to the swordsmen who were fighting the demons at the forefront, he had it so easy.

You can know the movements of the evil spirits simply by sitting in the back.

Despite having different martial arts skills, he can command many powerful swordsmen to act.

Sometimes Kagaya Ubuyashiki would feel a deep sense of guilt.

A swordsman might die because of one of his orders.

Although most of the problems were due to errors in intelligence or the swordsmen themselves, the root cause was the failure of the lord himself.