Haruto's new knife was delivered to him thirteen days later.

Probably stimulated by his comment that he had "bad taste", Hotaru Tsukasa put a lot of thought into the appearance of this knife.

He shrunk the blade and lengthened the stem to make it easier to hold in both hands.

The handle of the knife is wrapped with a lilac and white rope, and the overall sheath is snow-white, which looks to match the color of Haruto's hair.

"Such a beautiful sword should be used by the swordsman of the breath of Kasumi or the breath of water, and I will leave it to you ......."

Hotaru Iron Tsuka proudly handed him the knife, leaving a threat: "Treat it well, or I will kill you with my own hands!".

Harukoto drew his long knife and danced a set of swordsmanship in the courtyard, the sharp blade shining with a silver glow in the sunlight.

Now that he has passed the selection and the new knife has arrived, the next thing to come should be the mission that the sky brings to the ghost killing team.

But after waiting for more than a week, the sky just circled in the blue sky every day, as if it was disconnected from the headquarters.

The

bewildered Haruto one day stopped the Mingyu Xingming, who was about to go to the soup pool, and he learned from the words of the Gotogawa that this man, who had always been very gentle towards people, had been promoted to the rank of pillar and the new rock pillar.

The size of Grief Mingyu Xingming is really big, and even a well-developed Qingren standing in front of him will feel that his height of 170 is not enough to see.

He was dressed like a monk, with short shaved hair, a string of huge Buddhist beads around his neck, and a hanging of 108 Buddhist beads around his hands.

The eyes of the sorrowful Mingyu Xingming are completely invisible, and he always recites Buddhist scriptures with his hands folded, but his perception of the changes in the things around him is more sensitive than that of some people with sound eyes.

"What's the matter?" he politely and folded his hands.

"Congratulations on becoming the new Rock Pillar. "Sunny people congratulated him first.

"Congratulations on passing the swordsman selection and becoming a member of the Demon Slayer. "

Although Qingren and Beimingyu have met a few times, they are not familiar with each other at all.

Although this guy's attitude towards Qingren is kind, it always reveals a hint of distrust.

Maybe I was traumatized when I was young......

Haruto comforted himself with this reason, after all, most of the people who joined the Demon Slayer were basically burdened with hatred.

If it weren't for the fact that Mr. Maki didn't show up at ...... Forging Knife Village recently

Qingren decided to get straight to the point: "Mr. Beimingyu, it's been almost a month since I joined the ghost killing team, and it's been about ten days since I received the knife, why haven't I received the mission sent down?"

Grief Mingyu Xingming replied: "The Buddha said that everything has a fixed number, and it is not to be said, not to ask...... But I can still answer this question.

The reason is that there are too many people. "

"Too many people?" Haruto raised an eyebrow.

"There are more than 20 new swordsmen in this year's class, and there are not many ghosts that meet your level. "

“......"

Qingren was dumbfounded.

It turned out that there were too many graduates, and the ghosts who met the level couldn't be assigned to him for a while.

Didn't you say that the ghost slayer team was very short of manpower, and why was there a shortage of ghosts?

"That's ......

".

"Mr. Haruto, waiting is also a kind of practice. "

Sorrowful Mingyu's voice was firm and gentle, and his attitude actually became much better: "If you can't always make progress in the breathing method, you might as well temper your body to be stronger." "

Is this your suggestion to me, Mr. Beimingyu?

Do you pay attention to the distress of strangers when you are suspicious?

A smile tugged at the corner of Haruto's mouth, and he didn't know if the other party could sense it.

"Thank you, Mr. Beimingyu. "

......

"Hey, hey, hey!".

Haruto did muscle training bare-chested in front of the knife forging house, running with boulders on his back, replenishing charcoal for every knife forging family around him, and constantly swinging his knife and chopping.

He trained as he had done for the previous two and a half years.

"Grief Mingyu Xing Shen ......".

Wu Douhe put his hand in his sleeve cage and watched him practice, muttering in his mouth.

"It's the big monk who appeared in the village a year ago. "

"I remember that he was brought back by the lord himself, and I heard that he was rescued from the front of the beheading table. "

Gotogawa's sources are much more extensive than Haruto's, and he touched his mask and recalled, "I heard that he was originally a monk in the temple and adopted many children.

But one day, the children were killed by the ghosts, and after he killed the demons with all his strength, the surviving children pointed out that they were murderers and sent to the execution ground.

If the lord hadn't appeared to save him, it is estimated that he would have died a long time ago. "

"No wonder ......

".

After Haruto finished 500 handstands and one-handed push-ups on the ground, he switched to another 500 with the other hand.

Sweat slid through his muscles like a stream, smashing into the ground and pooling into a puddle of wetness.

It's no wonder that he was suspicious of his young self when he didn't join the Ghost Slayer, it turned out that it was because he had experienced betrayal.

And to express kindness to himself again is because Harukoto has passed the assessment of the ghost killing team, and the fourteen-year-old boy is no longer a child, he is a warrior who can stand side by side with Sorrow Mingyu.

Haruto continued to train without saying a word, and when every muscle had been fully exercised, he held back the pain all over his body, picked up his knife and began to perform swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship without the breathing method is sharp, and there is a burst of sound of breaking through the air between the dance of the blades, as well as the sound of softening the roots of the sword.

Wudouhe was wearing the green mountain feather weaving, and his face was calm.

Thirty years ago, Ryoji was also standing here wielding a Nichiren sword.

Thirty years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the ghost ...... who killed Ryoji

is

It must have been the Twelve Ghost Moons.

Every time he thought of his son's ashes placed in the bedroom, Wudouhe's hand would tremble uncontrollably.

...... No, you can't tell Haruhin.

Haruto is a gentle child, but his skills are only that, if he tells him, this child will definitely go to the ghost for revenge.

Wudou, this is your grievance, don't drag it down on the child.

Wudouhe took a deep breath and opened his eyes, and suddenly saw a touch of white waving his wings in the night, hovering beside Haruto.

"Chiba! Fishermen often go missing near Chiba Plains!

It was the Sky that brought the message of the Demon Slayer.

"Huh, are you here to live?"

Qingren flexed his index finger and let the sky fall.

"There are more than fifteen missing, and five dece-level swordsmen have been summoned!"

Wudouhe looked at Qingren and didn't say anything, just nodded calmly.

"Rest assured and get ready to go, I'll have food ready for you. "

Be careful, if you encounter a difficult ghost, run away, and run as far away as possible......

The true thought was silenced in his throat, and Gotogawa went back to the house to make Haruto's signature rice balls.

"I always feel that the master is very worried, ......."

Haruto looked at the old man's back, sighed lightly, and raised an eyebrow at the parrot on his fingertips.

"We'll come back safely, do you think so?"

"Not necessarily~".

"You might as well say something auspicious!".

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