A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 405 398. Psychological shadow

At night.

"boom……"

"boom……"

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From time to time, fierce fighting sounds and the sound of wooden swords breaking could be heard in the closed dojo.

Kanroji Mitsuri, who secretly ran over to check the situation, covered her mouth with her face flushed and hid outside the door.

For some reason, some strange pictures always appeared in her mind.

"Mr. Xuanhao's intensive training seems to be very hard... I wonder how Xiao Nin is doing?"

Listening to the sounds of exchanges and fighting in the dojo from time to time, Ganlu Temple was a little worried.

"Even if you can recover from the injury, you won't be able to hold on anymore, right? Do you need a rest?" Xuan Hao's voice was full of concern.

"No! Please continue training!" Butterfly Ninja replied stubbornly. She finally had the opportunity to break through herself, how could she not seize it.

"boom--"

The training in the dojo did not stop until a long time later, accompanied by a loud noise, the atmosphere finally became quiet.

At this moment, Butterfly Ninja was lying on the ground, her clothes were disheveled, and the tough uniform that was originally woven with special materials had become tattered, exposing her snow-white skin.

But make no mistake, these two are doing serious business in the dojo.

The crashing sound is caused by the sound of wooden knives during strenuous training, and the torn clothes are caused by being beaten.

Yes, Xuan Hao is seriously helping Butterfly Ninja exercise.

Because it was just the beginning and he hadn't used the real thing yet, he started with the most basic wooden sword, but even so, the butterfly ninja was beaten black and blue.

When he was training Tanjiro before, Xuanhao didn't feel any pressure at all, but now he was training a butterfly ninja. It was a little different. After all, she was a delicate and frail girl, unlike Tanjiro who was rough-skinned and fleshy.

In addition, the butterfly ninja always made strange noises during training, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

Fortunately it was at night and no one was watching, otherwise he would have died on the spot.

Soon after, the butterfly ninja, who had fully recovered from his injuries, got up from the ground and picked up the wooden sword again.

"continue!"

Although Butterfly Ninja blushed a little at first because her clothes were a little tattered, but once she thought that this man was old enough to be her ancestor, she no longer had any scruples.

"How about... rest a little longer?"

Xuan Hao reluctantly asked the girl in front of him for her opinion.

Although he could recover the girl's injuries, he could not recover her physical strength.

This girl hasn't stopped since it got dark, and keeps shouting "continue", as if she is tireless.

Although I can understand this girl's desire to become stronger, there is no need to rush.

"What? Mr. Xuanhao, are you tired?"

A misleading smile appeared on the butterfly ninja's face.

She must seize this opportunity, because perhaps this is the only chance in her life to change her destiny.

The power this man mastered was beyond ordinary people's imagination. At least she had never imagined that there was any way to push herself beyond the limits of her body, but this man did it easily.

As long as you can become stronger, what does the pain of being chopped to pieces with a wooden knife or even breaking bones count? It’s better than dying in the hands of ghosts later due to lack of strength!

Moreover, the inexplicable power possessed by this man could make her injuries recover in an instant every time. She could even clearly feel that her body after rebirth was constantly changing and reborn, to the point of making misunderstood sounds.

I still want to...become stronger! The Butterfly Ninja's eyes were extremely firm, looking at the man in front of him as if he was retaliating. She actually made such a strange noise and let the guy hiding outside hear it!

Everyone is lost. Wouldn’t it be a waste to only have this level of training?

This man had said that this was just the most basic exercise. Her current physical condition could not bear more intense methods, but even this made her feel completely transformed!

So... how much stronger can I become with a more intense approach? Can you be strong enough to kill the ghost who hurt your sister? The more Butterfly Blade thought about it, the more excited he became.

"..."

Seeing the excited look on Butterfly Ninja's face, Xuanhao's head was filled with black lines.

This girl

"boom--"

"Snapped--"

The sound of blows mixed with painful moans came from the closed dojo again.

Ganluji Mili, who was hiding outside and eavesdropping, had smoke coming from his head and his whole body was in a state of panic.

"Good...good...good...so awesome!"

She counted on her fingers the order in which she had lined up the other pillars, as if she still had to wait for a few more people before it would be her turn.

"What should I do? I also want to train quickly... I'm really looking forward to it! How about... changing the order with the others?"

Mitsuri Kanroji counted her rankings at the back, wondering whether to move to the front.

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Two days later.

Tanjiro, who came to a big city for the first time from the countryside, was wandering in a sea of ​​people with Nezuko in confusion.

Asakusa, Tokyo.

The lights were still brightly lit at night, and the noisy crowds of people crowded the streets.

Tanjiro, who had just entered the city with Nezuko in hand, couldn't adapt to this rhythm at all. Most people in the countryside work when the sun rises and rest when the sun goes down. Why would there be so many people going out at night? Aren't these people afraid of ghosts?

After a long time, with doubts on their faces, the two of them, who were overwhelmed by the crowd, finally squeezed out of the crowd and found a remote corner to sit down and rest.

"Is this a big city?"

Tanjiro looked at the street lights with some suspicion.

It was already night, but it was still illuminated as if it were daytime in such an unnoticed corner. He had never seen such a tall house or various strange facilities.

"well……"

He sighed, finally finding something he recognized on the side of the road.

Beside the deserted road, a steaming yatai cart was parked on the side of the road. The udon noodle chef sat on a bench next to the cart and smoked a pipe.

This scene made Tanjiro feel particularly friendly, at least much more friendly than those iron boxes that ran along two tracks in the middle of the road with sparks and lightning all the way.

"Boss, please give me a bowl of yam udon...thank you..."

"Okay!" The master shook the ashes from his cigarette, stood up, poured a cup of tea for the two guests in front of him, and then began to prepare the next meal.

Tanjiro took the tea, took Nezuko's hand and sat down on a bench nearby.

"well……"

He sighed with some haggardness, then picked up the tea in his hand and prepared to relax his outlook on life that was impacted by the big city.

"!?"

"Huh-huh-huh-huh-"

Tanjiro suddenly twitched his nose hard.

Just now, a smell that impressed him wafted into his nostrils.

"How could this smell appear in a place like this!"

His spirit instantly became tense.

This smell made him tremble all over, and endless anger surged into his heart.

Because this is the smell left in his home by the ghost who hurt his family!

Ghost Dance Tsuji Mukai!

Before he had time to think, Tanjiro's body moved instantly and he rushed towards the direction where the smell came from.

"Damn it! How could this guy appear in a place like this!"

Tanjiro was extremely anxious at this moment.

There are so many people in this city, and such a dangerous guy actually appears! What should I do if I hurt someone?

Tanjiro quickly walked through the crowd and finally found the figure he hated so much.

"Kibutsuji Muzan!"

He reached out and grabbed the guy's shoulders hard.

The man who was grabbed by the shoulder frowned and turned around, with a hint of displeasure in his red plum eyes, looking down at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Tanjiro gritted his teeth, looking a little ferocious at this moment.

He looked at the face in front of him, as if he wanted to carve this man's appearance into his heart.

"This is this guy, Kibutsuji Muzan, my enemy!"

"Click——"

Pushing the sword lightly with his thumb, Tanjiro's right hand holding the handle of the sword tightly was about to unsheath the sword.

He had forgotten that this was a crowded street, and had only one thought in his mind.

That is to draw the sword out of its sheath and cut this guy's neck.

"dad!"

A childish voice came, making Tanjiro stunned as he drew his sword.

It was a human voice, and it was that of a young girl.

Only then did he realize that this hateful guy was holding a five or six-year-old human girl in his arms!

"Who is he?" the girl asked with some confusion.

Tanjiro was stunned.

What did he hear?

When he took a closer look at his surroundings, he realized that it was not only a girl, but also a beautifully dressed young woman standing next to this man.

"Oh, what's wrong?" The woman also stopped and looked at the man and child with some confusion.

"Mother."

Watching the girl call this woman mother and Kibutsuji Muzan father. The indescribable shock made Tanjiro forget his actions. No, he didn't forget it in time, and he couldn't continue to do it here.

This hateful guy actually disguised himself as a human and lived an ordinary life!

Tanjiro knew very well that this woman and girl were just ordinary humans. It seemed that they did not know that the man next to them was a man-eating evil spirit.

The Nichirin sword seemed to be stuck in the scabbard, and Tanjiro could no longer draw the sword.

Because if he drew his sword now, the Wuhan in front of him would definitely take the women around the girl in his arms and even the people on the street as hostages.

"what to do?"

Tanjiro stood there stunned, he seemed to have messed up.

"Excuse me...what do you want from me?"

This smell? Oniwu Tsuji Muzan pretended to be nonchalant and asked the young man in front of him, but there was a trace of imperceptible irritation in his eyes.

Because he smelled a faint smell from this young man, a smell that he hated deeply.

"You seem to be quite anxious? Did something happen to you?"

You still have the face to ask! Tanjiro was extremely angry, but his reason told him not to take action now.

The crowds of people kept passing by, and he kept telling himself not to put the entire street in danger because of his personal grudges.

Once the battle begins, the entire street will turn into a sea of ​​blood, and countless families will be involved in tragedy.

"My dear, do you know this child?" the woman asked.

"I don't know him," Kibutsuji Muzai looked away, "At least I have... no impression of this child at all. I guess I recognized the wrong person, right?"

He turned around and left with the woman and child. The moment he turned around, he waved his hand and left a trail of blood on the neck of a passerby.

"Let's go." Wu Mei smiled and led the two of them away.

"wait……"

Tanjiro was about to stop him, but was distracted by a passerby who suddenly went crazy.

"Ahhhh!!"

"Honey, what's wrong with you?"

The woman screamed and looked at her husband who suddenly became hideous.

"puff--"

The sharp nails grabbed the woman's clothes, and the sharp teeth bit her shoulder in an instant.

In a daze, Wu Mei's figure had disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

But at this moment, Tanjiro had no way to pursue him.

"stop!"

He quickly rushed over and pushed the man lying on top of the woman away and pinned her to the ground to subdue her.

"What happened?"

Everything happened so suddenly, and only now did the surrounding pedestrians realize that something had happened.

People looked at the man who was pinned to the ground, and then at the blood stains on the woman's shoulder.

"See blood!"

"Quick! Call the police!" someone shouted, and the whole street fell into chaos.

Tanjiro's face was full of anger. While pressing down the man on the ground, he roared in the direction where Kibutsuji Muzan disappeared, "Kibatsuji Muzan! Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, I will not let you go!"

"Even if I chase you to the end of hell! I will definitely cut off your head with my own hands!"

"!?"

Hearing these familiar words, Oniwu Tsuji Muzan turned around and glanced at the young man on the ground indifferently, but just this look made him suddenly stunned.

An imperceptible fear flashed in his eyes.

"That earring..."

Only then did he notice the earrings hanging on the young man's ears.

The memory was a long time ago, but the iconic pair of earrings and the markings on his forehead made him suddenly feel a chill.

Fear seemed to envelope him across time and space, and those familiar words seemed like a real cry from hell.

For a moment, Kibutsuji Muzan even thought that Enichi Tsukuni had returned from hell.

No, not only that, but also the smell that made him irritable! Kibutsuji Muzan finally remembered where he had smelled this smell.

It's the smell of another man he hates equally! That monster named Xuan Hao!

"No, it's impossible! They are already dead! There has been no news about these two people for five hundred years, so their inheritance should have been cut off!"

Onibutsuji Muzan's already pale face became even more ugly.

Since five hundred years ago, there has never been anyone related to these two people among the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps. He cannot be mistaken. These two people have indeed ceased to exist, and there are no descendants. Leave.

But now...

Why would such a young man appear and remind him of these two terrifying guys at the same time!

This is unreasonable and has absolutely no connection! This young man has no resemblance to those two people. He is simply pitifully weak!

Oniwu Tsuji Muzan kept denying.

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