A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 399 392. Son of Sun Yao

Ubuyashiki Yoya's words made Xuanhao suddenly realize that he seemed to have made something wrong.

Maybe he shouldn't always think about what he should do best, but should ask Nezuko what he thinks.

If you think about it carefully, Nezuko and Eri are different.

Eriki was born with a defective thinking and needed someone to guide her; Nezuko was different, she had been a kind and sensible child since she was a child, and she should have her own opinions. Because Nezuko has remained silent since becoming a ghost, Xuanhao inadvertently ignored this.

Ubuyashiki Yoshiya is right, the future of mankind has never been determined by others.

Regarding Nezuko's future, he may be able to help from the side, but in the end it is Nezuko himself who decides where to go in the future.

After Ubuyashiki said everything, he came to the door accompanied by Xuanhao.

"Is this...a hint from your heart?"

Xuanhao asked with some uncertainty Ubuyashiki Yoshiya who was still smiling softly next to him.

He had seen many methods similar to hypnosis when he was at Kassel College, but almost all the people at Kassel College used the spirit of speech as an aid to achieve the desired effect.

But the head of Ubuyashiki in front of him didn't have the ability to speak spiritually. Xuanhao was pretty sure that he was just an ordinary person. If he had to say there was anything special about him, it would probably only be his outstanding leadership, insight and affinity.

"Instead of saying it as a hint... wouldn't it be more appropriate to say 'guidance'?"

Uyashiki Yōya smiled and explained, "I just want to remind this child what to do. Although I don't know how effective it will be, it should still be of some help, right?"

"Well, thank you."

Xuanhao sincerely thanked Uyashiki Yoshiya.

He didn't know whether this kind of 'guidance' was effective for Nezuko, but it did remind him of his cognitive errors.

"Sir, you are serious."

Ubuyashiki Yoshiya was a little flattered, "I'm just doing what I can. After all, my weak body can't do much. It would be great if I could be of any help."

"So I do need your help with something."

Xuanhao suddenly remembered that he might need help from Ubuya Shiki Yaoya on the problem of Zhu Shi.

"Oh?" Ubuyashiki Yoshiya was a little confused, "Sir, please make it clear that I will do my best if I can help."

"Do you know a ghost named Zhu Shi?" Xuan Hao asked.

"Jushi?"

Ubuyashiki Yōya was stunned for a moment, then quickly regained his composure. It seemed that he indeed had such a special ghost.

"You know, according to the records of our clan, we did have secret communications with Miss Zhu Shi hundreds of years ago, but since you, Mr. Xuanhao, fell asleep, we have rarely contacted her."

"Then do you know where she is now?" Xuan Hao asked again.

Ubuyashiki Yoya slowly shook his head, "I don't know, but...if sir wants to find her, I can help."

"Can you find it?"

"There's no guarantee, but it should be possible." Uyashiki answered seriously.

Xuan Hao suddenly frowned when he heard this, "We are also looking for a ghost. From what you say, it seems that finding Zhu Shi is easier than finding Wu Kuan?"

"About this issue..." Ubuya Shiki Yoshiya sighed, "This is also an issue that bothers me. No matter how much Miss Tamashi hides, there will always be clues, but Muzan seems to have disappeared out of thin air. He seems to have used What method has been used to erase all traces of oneself..."

"But as long as it is a living creature, it is impossible not to leave traces in this world unless it is completely inactive."

Xuan Hao thought for a while and retorted, "If you really just use some means to erase your own traces, it will be impossible not to leave flaws after a long time."

"But what if he has evolved to fully integrate into the human community?"

The expression on Uyashiki's face became a little gloomy, "I can't think of any way to make a ghost leave no trace of its existence, but it would be different if it blended into humans... Muzan is a special existence, Maybe other ghosts can't suppress their bloodthirsty impulses when facing humans, but he is different, so he is fully capable of blending into the crowd and living like an ordinary person."

"Then he really lived a leisurely life..."

After hearing Uyashiki Yōya's judgment, Xuanhao's face became a little gloomy.

As the saying goes, the great hermit is hidden in the city, but this is usually used for outsiders. As for Oniitsuji Mukai? Is he worthy? In short, no one will believe that this guy has quit eating people and just wants to live an ordinary life, right?

For thousands of years, countless people have been working hard to find the ghost Wu Tsuji, even at the cost of their lives. However, this rightful owner has easily disguised himself as a human and lived a leisurely life. Just thinking about it can make ghosts The swordsmen in the killing team had high blood pressure.

"So we are thinking about eliminating this guy all the time..." A rare dangerous smile appeared on Uyashiki Yōya's face.

"Don't worry, I think so too." Xuan Hao nodded in agreement.

"That's great."

Ubuyashiki Yoya smiled and said goodbye to the man in front of him.

"If there is nothing else, I will take my leave now. I will take care of the things Mr. Xuanhao has asked me to do. If there is any news about Miss Zhushi, I will notify you immediately through the crow."

"Yes." Xuan Hao nodded slightly without trying to persuade him to stay.

"Then I'll take my leave. In the future, please continue to pay attention to the children of the Demon Slayer Squad, Mr. Xuanhao."

Slowly pushing the wooden door open, Uyashiki Yaoya smiled and turned around to leave.

When he walked out of the room, Amane and Yin, who were waiting outside, looked at him in shock.

"Husband, you..."

Ubuya Shiki Amane stepped forward to help him with some hesitation.

"Thanks to my husband's help, my body will probably be able to hold on for a while longer."

Ubuyashiki Yōya smiled and patted his wife's hand holding him, "Let's go. I still have a lot of things to do after I go back. Maybe this time I can really see the day of my dreams come."

After this visit, Ubuyashiki Yaoya believed more and more in the prophecies of his ancestors.

This incredible power that could even help him extend his life made him even more convinced that this man would be able to change the world.

"Kibutsuji Mukai...your end will come soon."

Ubuyashiki Yoya's cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, and the emotion called hatred was clearly revealed in him.

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daytime.

On the village path leading to Mount Sawu, a childish boy was walking with difficulty toward the mountains in the distance, holding a wooden stick.

Looking at the bruised young man, the passers-by around him couldn't help but cast doubtful glances.

"Mom, mom, what's wrong with this brother?" The child on the roadside asked, pulling on his mother's sleeve.

"Shh..."

The mother covered her child's mouth anxiously, "Keep your voice down, don't worry about this kind of thing."

She frowned and looked at the young man's dress. He was dirty all over, and there was a bandage on his forehead. From the way he walked, he must have been injured.

The most important thing is...this boy has a knife on his waist!

There is no war in this era. It is not normal for a boy with a knife to be injured like this. It is best not to provoke him.

The mother took her child's hand and backed away as if she was facing a plague.

Tanjiro was a little tired, holding a wooden stick and trudging towards the direction of Mt. Saagiri.

He didn't pay attention to the looks around him, because at the moment he just wanted to get back to his teacher and Nezuko as soon as possible.

After this 'final selection' Tanjiro realized deeply that he still thought too simplistically.

With his strength, he would not have been injured.

At first, he even thought about whether he could find out from these ghosts the method of transforming from a ghost back into a human or information about Muzan Onibatsuji.

But during the entire final selection, those ghosts seemed to be crazy and unable to communicate at all. When they saw him, they rushed towards him like a big chicken drumstick to bite him.

Later, I heard from the swordsmen who also participated in the final selection that I realized that the ghosts here were probably ghosts who had been hungry for a long time, and there was no such thing as sanity!

The seven days and seven nights of the final selection made him deeply feel how cruel the battlefield between humans and ghosts was, and he would lose his life if he was not careful.

He couldn't bear to watch other people die in front of him, so he was a little reluctant.

In order to protect those weak swordsmen, and because this was his first real fight with ghosts and he was not used to it, he was accidentally injured in the end.

"We must rush back before dark..."

Tanjiro took steps with difficulty.

After seven days and seven nights of trials, as soon as he relaxed from the tight situation, an extremely strong sense of fatigue began to sweep over him.

Now, if something unexpected happens at night, he probably won't have the energy to deal with it.

But looking at the darkening sky, even if he wanted to speed up his pace, the pain on his body completely left him unable to exert any strength and his body felt extremely heavy.

This made Tanjiro even miss the time when he was training with his teacher. At that time, although he was seriously injured every day, at least when he woke up the next day, all the injuries would disappear without a trace.

Only now did he finally realize what kind of existence the teacher was. The incredible power was like a miracle.

"I really want to go back and see Nezuko soon...I really want to wake up the next day and the pain will be gone..."

With this obsession, Tanjiro finally saw the familiar cabin before dark.

"Snapped--"

Before Tanjiro could excitedly run to the house, the door of the cabin was kicked open with a bang.

Then there was a headache sound coming from behind.

"Nezuko...how many times have I told you to open the door properly when you go out!"

"Woooo..."

Da da da……

A familiar figure ran out of the wooden house with brisk steps.

Looking at this familiar and lively figure in front of him, Tanjiro burst into tears for a moment.

"You... Nezuko! Have you woken up?"

He shouted excitedly, running to get to his sister's side.

But the exhausted and bruised body no longer had the strength to run, and fell to the ground with a thud.

"!!"

Hearing the movement not far away, Nezuko, who was trotting, turned her head in surprise.

"Woo-"

She opened her hands and ran towards Tanjiro who was not far away.

Tanjiro struggled to get up from the ground. In his surprised eyes, Nezuko hugged him tightly.

In an instant, the last stubbornness in his heart became shattered. In the arms of his relatives, Tanjiro finally no longer had to show off.

The tears that I had endured for an unknown amount of time broke through my eyes and flowed down like a flood from a dam.

"Wow-" He hugged his sister tightly.

"Why did you suddenly fall asleep! You were still unconscious for such a long time!! Brother thought you would never wake up again..."

Tanjiro hugged Nezuko and cried loudly, as if he wanted to release all the emotions he had suppressed for two years.

But she didn't respond to him, she just held him quietly, her cherry-colored pupils looking a little dim, like a puppet without emotions.

"Okay, stop crying. Why do men cry?"

Xuanhao, who chased Nezuko out of the room, sighed slightly when he saw the scene in front of him. He stepped forward and gently rubbed Tanjiro's head to comfort him.

"Look at how you look like a bear now. The dirt on your clothes will get on Nezuko."

"Ah yes!"

Tanjiro reacted immediately and gently pushed Nezuko away.

After doing this action, he realized that the pain on his body seemed to be gone.

Looking up at the familiar face wearing the Tengu mask, Tanjiro instantly realized that the teacher must have healed his injuries again.

"It's such a shame. I thought you would come back unscathed."

Xuanhao knocked Tanjiro on the head helplessly.

Tanjiro doesn't need to explain what happened. With this child's kind-hearted nature, he will probably do the same thing as Kagamikawa and Souto after he gains strength.

He must be brave enough to protect the other swordsmen participating in the selection, and with Tanjiro's character, even ghosts can sympathize with him. He should not be able to drive out all the ghosts in Fujisei Mountain. Therefore, after seven days and seven nights of delaying the battle, no matter how well-trained he was, Will get hurt.

"I'm sorry, teacher...I've embarrassed you."

Tanjiro admitted his mistake with tears in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, go and wash it off quickly, it stinks like hell."

Xuanhao waved his hand in disgust and pulled Nezuko away from Tanjiro.

"Uh-huh——"

Nezuko made a cute whimpering sound. She didn't know whether she was agreeing with Xuanhao's opinion or refuting Xuanhao's statement that her brother was smelly.

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Fifteen days later.

A nice sunny day.

The sound of clogs echoed in the woods at the foot of Mt. Saagiri along with the sound of wind chimes.

"Jingle Bell……"

The wind chimes hanging under the bamboo hat swayed in the wind as the visitors moved around, making a crisp and sweet sound.

A man wearing a sun-printed feather fabric walked through the woods and saw the front of the wooden house at the foot of Mt. Samagiri.

He was carrying a long package on his back, and the hat was so low that his face was completely invisible.

Before the man could get closer, Xuanhao and Tanjiro in the wooden house had already heard the sound of wind chimes coming from far away.

Tanjiro pushed open the wooden door and stuck his head out to see the strangely dressed figure approaching. He asked curiously, "Teacher, is that someone from the Swordsmith Village?"

"Can you tell if you just ask?"

"oh oh……"

Tanjiro trotted out to greet him.

"Please... who are you?"

"My name is Tetsutsuka, and I am the person responsible for making Kamado Tanjiro's sword." The man who lowered his eyes and covered his entire face with a bamboo hat introduced himself.

"I am Kamado Tanjiro!"

Tanjiro's eyes lit up when he heard the person coming.

He has been looking forward to this day for a long time, to have a sword specially made for himself!

"Please come in!"

Tanjiro quickly and politely invited Steel Tombs into the house.

However, the Iron Tomb remained unmoved and ignored Tanjiro's invitation. He took off the package he was carrying and knelt down in front of Tanjiro.

"This Nichirin sword was made by myself."

Iron Tomb meticulously unwrapped the package, took out the wooden box inside and placed it on the ground.

"Um... sir, please come in and have a cup of tea before we talk about coming from afar?"

Tanjiro looked down awkwardly at the man who completely ignored him.

"Leaving it on the ground like this will stain the package..."

No matter how Tanjiro invited him, the Iron Tomb who was in the state turned a deaf ear to his words.

He concentrated on introducing the Nichiren sword he took out from the wooden box in his hand, "The 'gorilla scarlet iron sand' and 'gorilla scarlet ore' used as raw materials for the Nichirin sword are both mined from the mountains closest to the sun. Both can be Iron that absorbs sunlight. It’s a mountain where the sun shines all year round, and it never gets cloudy or rains.”

"..."

This man is so strange.

Tanjiro looked at the man in front of him who was talking to himself in confusion.

After getting closer, he could see that the man's face under the hat was wearing a strange "Fire Man" mask. Not only was his appearance strange, but his personality was also strange.

Since just now, he has been lowering his head, stroking the Nichirin sword and talking to himself. It seems that he only has the 'Nichirin sword' in his eyes, and he, the future sword owner, has not even glanced at it.

"Anyway... Sir, it's not good for you to kneel at the door like this. Can you please go inside first?"

Tanjiro politely greeted the man kneeling on the ground again.

This time, the man seemed to finally hear Tanjiro's voice after finishing his words.

He raised his head, looked at Tanjiro's face, and was stunned.

The face with the 'Fire Man' mask seemed to be frozen in mid-air, motionless. After a moment, he finally came to his senses.

"You... aren't you the 'Son of Sun Yao'? How auspicious!"

"Who is Riyao?"

Tanjiro was stunned, then waved his hand quickly, "No, no, no, I am the son of Tanjuro and Aoi Eda."

"Fool……"

Xuanhao knocked Tanjiro on the head, "'Hiyao' is not a person's name."

"That's right." Iron Tomb also explained, "Your hair color and eye color are both mixed with red, right? If a family engaged in fire-related work gives birth to such a child, it will be regarded as a good omen, and the whole family will be overjoyed. .”

"good omen……"

Tanjiro's eyes became a little dim.

If he was really a good omen...why would his family encounter such misfortune?

"Looking at this situation... your knife will probably turn red, right?"

Iron Tomb did not notice the change in Tanjiro's eyes, and his attention was focused on the Nichirin Sword again.

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