The journey of dragon transformation starting from Demon Slayer

"So what..."

"Looking at this guy on the ground, I understood... You think the only way to maintain family ties is fear... This also explains why you reacted so well when I mentioned the word love. big..."

"The eyes are the window to a person's soul... I can't see any feelings of family affection in your sister's eyes... only the purest fear and fear..."

On Zhanchi's side, I also saw some women like this when I was on a crusade against mountain bandits.

There were those with dull eyes, and there were those whose bodies had been ruined, and those who had just experienced the violence of the bandits, but when I was waiting for someone to rescue them, the feeling in their eyes was the same.

Although I am accustomed to this kind of look, I just want to express my denial of tiredness.

Because, even if they are not family, there are still things that are better than family.

The friends he grew up with, the people in the village who raised him and others.

Having experienced the feeling of being adopted, can I say that they are not my family?

Just as the girl dissipated into hell with a look of relief, Tazmi raised the Nichirin Sword and questioned Tirui.

"Ghost...does such a guy really have the so-called family affection..."

Speaking, Tazmi shook her head.

"No...in my eyes, you are all guys whose humanity has been quietly erased by Kibutsuji Mukai's blood..."

"If you want family affection, treat it with sincerity... But how can you show your sincerity when your humanity has been dehumanized..."

"They keep talking about bonding...but they act very high-pressure..."

"I think..."

Looking at the chattering young man, Xian was as upset as the boss who listened to the protagonist's words.

"It's so noisy... It's so noisy!! You're a trash who can only chatter endlessly!"

Looking at the ghost in front of him, the young man didn't feel that the guy in front of him was worthy of sympathy at all.

"Only when you die! Your sincerity will be revealed!!"

Just as Tazmi finished speaking, both sides took action.

"Vampire Technique...Killing the Eyed Cage!"

"Breath of Water·Drizzle·Change!!"

Like a twisted rope, Lei instantly weaved a large net and shot it out from his hand. At the same time, it instantly turned into a thread covering Tazmi's body, trying to catch the young man and strangle him.

Watching Tazmi dance the sun blade, Lei said calmly.

"It's useless... Even the weapon was broken when you resisted my attack for the first time... You are dying to resist..."

Just when I thought the boy was going to die, countless blue light spots bloomed instantly.

The hazy drizzle is turning into a violent storm.

The pounding raindrops kept hitting the spider web at the same time.

The sound of the sword blade colliding with the thread was heard, and the boy's voice slowly came out.

"People in the village like the tiny raindrops that come for the first time in the first year... because it symbolizes that the first year's harvest will be blessed by God..."

"But I prefer such storms..."

"Because in dealing with such a decadent country and the threats around it...it is impossible for tiny raindrops to purify those dirty things..."

"Only when washed by the downpour... will nature return to its original appearance..."

"This is my wish, my dream..."

"Take your smelly cobwebs... and dissipate in the rain!"

As the boy completely adapted to the use of the breathing method, he was able to control the Nichirin sword in his hand more perfectly without breaking it.

The speed is improved to a higher level, physical strength can be better distributed, and the continuous combat time is greatly increased.

Even this ordinary silk thread can be cut by myself using the Nichirin Sword.

Chapter 20: The team of beheaders

And if you didn't learn the breathing method, you would have to use your own super-standard weapons that are sharp enough to cut down people's armors and weapons.

Although he might be bullying the 'young' ghost in front of him, there was nothing he could do about it.

Seeing Tazmi easily defeating his own attack, Lei spoke calmly.

"Do you think that was the strongest hardness of my thread just now..."

A tired and faint voice came, and the threatening tone made Tazmi smile back.

"Then do you think this is the only weapon I have..."

"..."

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Tanjiro was shocked as he hugged his sister.

What is Water Breath·Drizzle·Change? Are there any other sword types for Mr. Kintaki's Water Breath?

The person in front of me, who seemed to be about the same age as me, was actually able to defeat such a large-scale attack.

And he was cut off by just a thread from the other party.

If that's all, forget it, and it will involve Inosuke.

"Yizhi..."

"Hahahaha!!! So strong! That guy is so strong!!"

Just when Tanjiro turned to look at Inosuke, he saw the pig-headed boy holding the broken handle of the Nichirin sword in both hands. The remaining blade was not even ten centimeters.

Even so, he was still stomping his feet excitedly.

What he lamented was not the ghost, but the guy who was confronting the ghost.

Growing up in the mountains, he developed excellent intuition. In his perception, this guy with short brown hair in a white jacket was a little bit better than the ghost opposite him.

The sound of tearing through the air when Hikari wielded the sword, as well as the easily cut silk thread, all illustrate the fact that this guy's body is abnormally strong.

That is a realm that I cannot reach now. I need to train myself and challenge this guy!

"Hoo! Hoo!"

My wife, Zenitsu, lay down under a tree at some point, sleeping like a dead pig.

Just when the three of them were thinking about something, the two parties that had stopped started to move again.

"Since you are so brazen...just try my hardest silk thread..."

"Vampire Technique: Carved Line Rotation..."

Lei brought his hands together, and countless silk threads gathered into a circle, weaving a giant swirling cocoon, and shot it towards Tazmi.

Watching the blood-red thread shoot towards her, Tazmi did not dare to use this Nichirin sword to try the forging technology of this era even though her life was at stake.

With his backhand, he slowly stretched his hand towards the hilt of the sword behind his back and inserted the Nichirin Sword into the scabbard hanging on his belt.

Because I had long thought about pulling out this long sword, I also prepared a scabbard for the Nichirin Sword.

Otherwise, if the attack is cracked, what weapon can be used to behead him? You can't rely on love to convert ghosts.

It's not good to keep cutting heads with a long sword, but I treasure this weapon that I forged with my own hands.

Just like modern people who like cars have their favorite luxury cars, and people who like two dimensions have their favorite figurines.

My own sword! Before you find your next replacement! It’s my wife! (confident face)

Although it was a little embarrassing when others looked at me strangely when I was removing the weapon and scabbard.

"Full Concentration·The Breath of Water..."

"Jingzhe..."

In previous lives, the meaning of Jingzhe was known as solar terms. It means that the spring thunder sounds, everything revives, and hibernating animals begin to wake up and move around.

To sting is to hide. There are also many moves named after this name in their respective martial arts novels.

And why he chose this name is of course related to the attack he will face next.

As the young man pulled out the sword blade hidden in the scabbard, a flash of blue light quietly bloomed from the scabbard.

In the blink of an eye, the blue light became extremely dazzling, just like the blue sky during the day.

The hidden brilliance bloomed instantly, shining in the black night sky just like the awakening of insects.

boom! ! !

At the same time that the ground beneath his feet was trampled to pieces, the boy's entire body disappeared in an instant.

Others could only vaguely see the flash of blue light, the result of the blood-red threads being cut off layer by layer.

"what happened..."

The extreme thrust and the blue light that bloomed instantly made Lei stay in place.

His hands were still maintaining the action of releasing the vampire technique just now, and he didn't understand what was happening.

"The line is obviously close to that guy...but what's going on with that huge gap in the middle..."

"This guy... destroyed my vampire technique in an instant... without even a single thread touching him?"

"Even the strongest line can't defeat this guy..."

The wide-eyed tired couldn't figure out what this guy meant by Jingzhe.

After all, he is a child who has not been to school for a hundred years, so we cannot expect him to have a high level of knowledge memory.

Tazmi was running on the ground, inserting the long sword into her back and pulling out the Nichirin sword from her waist.

Seeing Tazmi approaching quickly, Lei stretched out his hands and shouted loudly.

"That's impossible! Do it again! Just one more time..."

Unwilling to believe that his strongest line had been cut, he shouted unwillingly.

laugh!

"Mages are most afraid of close combat...Don't you guys move out of position..."

After blinking tiredly, he realized that the guy who was supposed to be still running on the road was behind him in an instant and cut off his head with one blow.

And he was saying something he didn't understand.

What is a mage and what is his position? Don't understand, don't want to understand.

But the moment his head was chopped off, he suddenly recalled the things he had forgotten.

What is family affection and what is bondage.

I can't remember exactly how many years ago it was.

What I vaguely remember is that when I was a child, I heard a very touching story.

This is the best story I have ever heard!

It was in a small river. In order to save a child who fell into the river and drowned, a father unfortunately died.

His child lay on his body and cried uncontrollably.

Yes, the story is that simple. Even so, I was still very moved.

'What a great love... and family ties...'

The father who died in the river fulfilled his mission as a parent perfectly.

In contrast, why is his father such a guy? !

'My father... wanted to kill me...'

Holding a knife in the middle of the night, he wanted to kill himself, crying and saying sorry over and over again while holding the knife high.

Even my mother is the same. She will only kneel there and cry, and will not protect me who is about to be killed...