Chapter 50: Chapter 50: In My Own Name.
—Gentle?
Kokushibo stared blankly in the direction of Tokito Tadaichiro.
The other party was smiling at him.
This is the second person who has evaluated him in this way.
Thinking about it, the resentment in his heart slowly eased.
The clenched fist slowly loosened.
Standing in front of Kokushibo, Yuichirou's back was soaked with cold sweat. Seeing Kokushibo's suddenly calm appearance, his whole body relaxed:
"...Huh."
Yuichirou let out a long sigh.
He took a deep look at Kokushibo, faced Kokushibo, retreated, and then sat next to Muichirou.
Plop! Pop!
In the small stove for decocting medicine, the damp firewood was dried and thrown into the flames by Tadaichiro, making a crackling sound.
The faint light of the fire illuminated Tadaichiro's face, and sparks burst out of the small stove.
In the quiet and dim wooden house, only the crackling sound of the burning flames could be heard.
"By the way..."
Tokito Tadaichiro fanned the flames with a small fan, without turning his head, he asked Kokushibo in a slow tone:
"Haha..."
"I've been talking about myself, and I don't even know your name."
Saying that, he turned his head and smiled at Kokushibo:
"What is your name...?"
Name...
Kokushibo was using the Transparent World to observe the unconscious Tokito Koyuki. Hearing Tadaichiro's question, he slowly retracted his gaze.
Without thinking, he blurted out:
"Koku..."
Before he could finish a word, Kokushibo himself paused, and the name he wanted to say froze on his lips.
"Koku?" Seeing Kokushibo's choked expression, Tokito Tadaichiro tilted his head and repeated his words in confusion:
"Koku... what?"
Kokushibo slowly closed his mouth.
—Name.
Is Kokushibo his name?
Reviewing his first half of life.
All the past events were like flipped pieces of paper, rustling in his mind.
In the end, the piece of paper depicting memory stopped at.
—His figure back to back with Yoriichi.
He pondered for a while.
The emotions that had been silent for four hundred years seemed to start beating again.
He pondered slightly and spoke again:
"My name is..."
"...Tsugikuni Michikatsu."
Tsugikuni Michikatsu said decisively.
Upon hearing this.
Creak...
The hand of Tokito Tadaichiro, who was fanning the flames with an old fan, paused for a moment, and then, he laughed as if nothing had happened:
"I see."
"That's... quite a domineering name."
...
...
It rained all night.
Until the evening of the next day, the heavy rain slowly stopped.
The clear day after the rain often makes people feel more cheerful. Small puddles gather on the damp and muddy ground, reflecting the image of the wooden house.
Creak——
Tsugikuni Michikatsu opens the door of the wooden house and takes a look at the brilliant sunlight outside.
He turns around and looks inside the house.
"Mother, take it slow."
Tokito Nori can already sit up, her persistent fever has improved somewhat due to the effect of the herbal medicine.
She is smiling, accepting a bowl of porridge from Muichiro's hand:
"Thank you."
Muichiro watches his mother's smiling face, he slowly kneels back down, a genuine joy rises on his face:
"Hehe."
His hands are clenched into fists on his knees, Muichiro laughs happily, his hands excitedly
Rubbing back and forth in small movements.
Tsugikuni Michikatsu, he has observed Tokito Nori's body through the transparent world.
——Exhaustion combined with catching a cold led to a high fever.
Plus, her body seems to have been weak to begin with, which led to her near-death state.
But...
If she just normally drinks that roughly brewed herbal medicine, it is impossible to pull Tokito Nori back from the brink of death.
The reason why Tokito Nori can sit up now is.....
——He gave Tokito Kurenai a drop of blood.
A drop of blood mixed with demon blood.
The small dosage, while unable to turn Tokito Nori into a demon, can also provide a short-term vitality to maintain bodily functions.
Relying on such crude and uncontrolled power, Tokito Nori managed to pull through.
And saving people is something Tsugikuni Michikatsu proposed himself.
And he deliberately didn't let the father and two sons see the process.
Tadaichiro, on the other hand, is particularly grateful for his "saving" his wife.
At this time.
Inside the house.
Muichiro suddenly props up his upper body, he leans next to his mother, glances at Tsugikuni Michikatsu, and whispers:
"...By the way."
"Mother...last night..."
Tokito Nori turns her head, listens to Muichiro leaning in her ear, saying something, she blinks her eyes, nodding from time to time:
"Mm, mm..."
Finally, she shows a look of sudden realization.
Then she raises her head with a smile.
She looks at Tsugikuni Michikatsu by the door:
"Tsugikuni-san...is that so?"
"Really, thank you very much." Tokito Nori smiles at him, deeply nodding her head.
Tsugikuni Michikatsu nods slightly, doesn't speak, he just looks at Tokito Kurenai, and the "Yui and Mu" brothers next to him.
He helped Tokito Nori, not without conditions.
The condition is——
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
"Hey! Six-eyed old man!" Yuichiro frowns, he pulls himself together, walks over rudely, still wary of Tsugikuni Michikatsu:
"You said that...what...sword practice?"
"When does it start?"
Yuichiro folds his arms, he raises his head, staring straight at Tsugikuni Michikatsu.
Even if this person 'healed' his mother, Yuichiro can't completely let down his guard against him.
Speaking of which...
——Why do we, a few lumberjack's children, have to do that laborious sword practice...?
Yuichiro's emotions are mixed with a hint of doubt.
That's right.
Tsugikuni Michikatsu's pupils move down, looking at Yuichiro who is close to him.
His condition is to let Yuichiro and Muichiro, and Tadaichiro father and sons.
Follow him, and train together.
Tadaichiro happily agreed for his two sons.
"...Wait for the evening."
Tsugikuni Michikatsu withdraws his gaze, he once again stares straight ahead like a block of wood.
If it was before.
He might disregard their opinions and forcibly drag a few people to practice.
Maybe...
I have changed too...
Yoriichi...
...
...
On the other side.
Demon Slayer Corps.
Butterfly Mansion.
"Hey, have you heard?"
Two members of the Demon Slayer Corps, dressed in black uniforms, were walking leisurely. They were holding wooden boxes and chatting with each other:
"Heard... heard what?" The member being asked looked at his colleague in confusion.
"It's about that very kind man with many children."
"What happened to him?"
Seeing his colleague's clueless expression, the first member became interested and deliberately lowered his voice, his expression very exaggerated:
"That man..." he drew out his words.
Then he leaned into his colleague's ear:
"He..."
"...defeated the Upper Rank One."
Hearing this, the other member was taken aback, then laughed:
"What, you're so dramatic."
"He just defeated Upper Rank..."
He paused.
"Eh—?!"
...
Time passed quickly, and it had been a week since Tanjuro came to the Butterfly Mansion for recuperation and spent his days with his wife and children.
In a week's time.
It's unknown whether a certain crow's mouth was faster, or a certain owl's mouth was even quicker.
"Kamado Tanjuro defeated Upper Rank One"—
—The news had already spread throughout the Demon Slayer Corps.
And the more it spread, the more outrageous it became, gradually deviating from the original truth.
Even in daily life, when Tanjuro was helping out at the Butterfly Mansion, or teaching his children how to properly perform the Hinokami Kagura,
There would be members of the Demon Slayer Corps, dressed in black uniforms, secretly watching.
This made Tanjuro, who liked quiet, feel a bit annoyed.
And on this day.
An even more annoying thing happened.
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