I, Tsugumi Yuichiro, must do something

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"Speaking of which, since there are ghosts, have you ever heard of the Demon Slayer Corps?"

As Tsugikoku Yoshiichi spoke, he thought of those who had bravely fought against the monsters in the past and asked softly.

Although at the beginning, the relationship with the Demon Slayer Corps was not pleasant because of Iwakatsu Tsugakuin, but both sides will definitely maintain the same position.

"Demon Slayer Corps?"

"This name is a bit strange, but I don't think I've ever heard of it."

"But I heard from the old people in the town that there are people who specialize in dealing with ghosts, but they are very difficult to encounter."

When Ji Guoyuan heard what Kamado Aoi said, he sighed silently in his heart.

Speaking of which, he taught the Sun Breathing Technique to Tanji's family in the past in case anything unexpected happened to the Demon Slayer Corps in the future.

The breathing method can also be passed down, so at least people will not be so helpless when encountering ghosts.

But now it seems that Tanji had no connection with the Demon Slayer Corps at the beginning.

But it’s better this way. After all, fighting with ghosts is always a very dangerous thing for ordinary people.

As my friend, being able to live in peace is a very good thing.

"Sir, you seem to be very interested in this aspect. Isn't there such a legend in your hometown?"

Aoi Kamado asked curiously, and Jigoku Yuan smiled faintly.

"Well, speaking of which, it seems that my ancestors also fought against ghosts, so I want to look for traces of ghosts everywhere and follow in the footsteps of my ancestors."

"Wow, uncle is so powerful, but I heard that ghosts eat people, aren't you afraid?"

When the children around heard what Tsugikuni Yuichiro said, they all came over and spoke with admiration in their eyes.

"Uncle is a warrior, so there's nothing to worry about even if he encounters a ghost."

As Jiguo Yuanyi said this, he lifted up his clothes, revealing the Nichirin Sword at his waist.

"warrior!"

"That's amazing! This is my first time seeing a samurai!"

"Really, really, being a warrior must be very hard, right?"

"Uncle, uncle, can you tell me the story of the warrior?"

When the children in the family heard Tsugikoku Yoshiichi reveal his identity, they suddenly became extremely enthusiastic.

Children always have a longing for samurai who possess powerful swordsmanship.

Normally, I have no chance to see it at all, so now that I finally see it, I am naturally very excited.

"Do you also want to become a warrior in the future?"

Looking at the smiles on the children's faces, Jiguo Yuanyi's originally excited mood gradually calmed down.

Now that it has been confirmed that this is the world in which I originally lived, all my regrets can be made up for one by one.

As for whether Muzan Kibutsuji can be found, whether he will be able to escape again.

Tsugumi Yuichiro was not worried about these things at all.

After all, he has tried his best to train in several worlds, and his strength has long been far beyond what it was before.

If I meet Muzan Kibutsuji again, it will be absolutely impossible to let him escape like he did before.

After experiencing the previous world, Tsugikuni Yoshiichi had some vague guesses in his mind.

To the whole world, Muzan Kibutsuji's existence is like a computer virus, and he is the antivirus software.

An existence that the world has placed high hopes on.

This was also why he possessed a protection that even surprised Reinhardt.

It’s just that last time, I failed to live up to these expectations.

Chapter 3: Fateful Encounter, Mr. Muzan Can't Escape

Failed, and was unable to kill Muzan Kibutsuji with his sword.

During the following period, Muzan Kibutsuji went into hiding and never appeared again for decades until he died of old age.

There will never be another chance to meet again.

Perhaps it was the world's unwillingness that led him to travel to another realm after his death.

In Lai Yueang's words, this might be the golden finger that the world has given to himself.

Everything is done to further improve his own strength and then deal with Muzan Kibutsuji.

Just like this time, after gaining enough strength, he finally returned to the world he belonged to and completed his unfinished mission.

"Is it hard to be a samurai?"

"What do warriors usually do?"

"Will the warriors fight ghosts?"

After hearing what Tsugikuni Yoriichi said, several children couldn't help but ask questions.

Seeing this scene, Aoi Kamado, who was standing by, tapped the heads of several people with a hint of blame.

"Okay, it's getting late. Don't disturb this gentleman. Let him rest early..."

"it does not matter."

Ji Guoyuan smiled, his face full of tenderness.

"A warrior's responsibility is huge. Not only do they have to train to become stronger, but they also have to protect their families and others."

"But if you want to become a samurai, you will definitely succeed if you practice the Fire God Kagura well."

Aoi Kamado watched from the side, but her eyes were full of helplessness.

In her opinion, Tsugikoku Yoshiichi was just following the children's words and comforting them.

It is not easy to become a samurai. Not only do you have to train from a young age, but you also need guidance from a great swordsmanship master.

It is absolutely not something that can be achieved by working alone in isolation.

But what she didn't know was that their family's God of Fire, Kagura, was the most powerful breathing method that countless swordsmen had been seeking for hundreds of years.

"Is our Fire God Kagura really that powerful?!"

"When Tanjiro-nii comes back, I'll make him teach me!"

"Me too, I want to be a samurai too!"

The children were chattering, and Kamado Aoi looked at the scene helplessly and said to Jigoku Yuan.

"I don't know your name yet, sir. It's getting late. Would you like to wash up?"

"I'll boil some hot water if you need me."

Ji Guoyuan smiled, gently wiped his palm on the scabbard, and a small gold ingot as long as his thumb appeared in his hand, which he handed to Zaomen Kuizhi.

"My name is Tsugikoku Yoriichi. Thank you so much. Please accept this little gift in return."

Looking at the gold ingot in Ji Guoyuan's hand, Kamado Aoi was stunned.

Not only her, but even the children who were chattering just now shut up.

From the family environment, Jiguo Yuanyi could tell that the family lived a very poor life.

As the descendant of his good friend, and the one who took him in for the night, Tsugumi Yoriichi naturally wouldn't be stingy.

"No, no, this is too precious, Tsugukuni-san. We can't accept it."

Although they lived a poor life, when faced with the temptation of gold ingots, Kamado Aoi politely rejected Tsugumi Yoriichi's kindness.

"Please don't reject me. In this icy and snowy environment, if you hadn't taken me in, I would have frozen to death on the roadside."

"Compared to life, these material possessions are nothing."

"I still feel it's not enough to repay the favor of saving my life."

"But this is too expensive, we just..."

Kamado Aoi was somewhat tempted by the gold ingot, but her kind nature made her feel that she was unworthy of the gold ingot.

I just poured a cup of tea for Jiguo Yuanyi and took him in for one night, and I got a gold ingot in return. It was really hard to feel at ease holding it in my heart.

"Take it. Don't feel uneasy. Speaking of which, after just chatting, it suddenly occurred to me that our ancestors seemed to have quite a connection."

"I don't know if you remember, there was a person in your family named Tanji?"

When Kamado Aoi heard this, a look of surprise appeared on her face. She quickly stood up without saying anything and rummaged through the drawers and found a somewhat worn booklet.

He flipped through the contents and pointed at something, somewhat shocked.

"Really? I mean, why does this name sound so familiar..."

But at this moment, there was another knock on the door.

Kamado Aoi looked at him with some confusion: "Why are there so many people tonight..."

As she said this, she was about to get up to ask some questions before opening the door.

But he was stopped by Yuichiro Tsugikoku, who just smiled.

"Why don't you just let me go? After all, it's so late, and according to what you said, it's still a little unsafe."

Having said that, Tsugumi Yoichiro stood up and walked towards the door without waiting for Kamado Aoi to refuse.

When he was in the house, he just sensed a familiar breath that he would never forget, which was getting closer and closer. Now he could finally verify his thoughts thoroughly.

When he arrived at the door, for some reason, Tsugumi Yoshiichi suddenly felt a little excited.

The opening of this door may disappoint him, or it may allow him to make up for his unfulfilled wishes before.

Gently grasping the door handle, Ji Guoyuan twisted slightly and opened the door.

The wind and snow outside suddenly rushed in.

With the help of the firelight in the house, an extremely familiar face appeared in front of Yuichiro Tsujikuni.

The owner of this face, after seeing himself, hesitated slightly, then quickly twisted his face, becoming extremely terrified and unbelievable.

"How is it possible...How is it possible..."

"Weren't you already dead?! How could you possibly be here?!"

Ji Guoyuan smiled happily and greeted him as if he had met an old friend.

"Long time no see, Muzan Kibutsuji..." Muzan Kibutsuji outside the door, facing these words that sounded extremely gentle and calm, the expression on his face became more and more distorted.

Deep fear was now clearly written on the pale face.

Tsugikuni Yoriichi, the one who almost killed him back then and forced him to hide for decades before finally killing him.

How could it be possible for him to appear before his eyes again?!

"Fake... Impossible! All of this is fake!"

Muzan Kibutsuji was unwilling to believe what he saw and roared in anger.

But the fear in his heart urged him to leave here quickly. The fear from his genes had made him lose all desire to fight.

My mind went blank.

boom!

Muzan Kibutsuji turned into countless pieces of flesh and blood, trying to gain a chance of survival in front of Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

Ten yuan, one hundred yuan, one thousand yuan, two thousand yuan

Soon the number exceeded the 1,800 pieces of flesh and blood fragments from that year.

It’s just a pity that in front of today’s Yoshikazu Tsugakuin, numbers have become meaningless.