Demon Slayer: I can create my own breathing

Yuan Cang nodded curiously, he wanted to see what other questions Shanyi had.

Immediately afterwards, he gave my wife, Shanyi, a gesture to continue.

Shanyi's face was a little shy, and it seemed that there was some...

Then he moved, and Yuan Cang stared at Shanyi's movements closely, wanting to observe the loopholes in his moves.

“(っ °Д °;) A big question mark appeared on Gen Sota's face.

There is no other reason.

My wife Shanyi didn't perform his moves at this time, but was on stage... Hm, dance?

Gen Sota's expression suddenly became very exciting.

"He's always been like this?"

the old man covered his face silently, "Otherwise, why do you think I'm about to be!"

Seeing Shanyi on the stage dancing more and more happily, Yuan Cangtai hurriedly stopped.

My wife, Shanyi, walked towards the two of them with a sweaty head, but she didn't dare to get too close.

"That's... I'm watching... The moves aren't bad, right? Shanyi scratched her head, admitting an impeccable smile.

Kuwajima Jigoro's face was bruised, and it was obvious that he was getting angry again.

Yuan Cangtai saw that the situation was not right, and hurriedly dissuaded him.

If there was another fight this time, he would be embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

Moreover, the old man has been staying here, and Yuan Cangtai has no way to understand Shanyi's past.

There is no way to improve his strength.

Gen Cangtai persuaded Kuwajima Jigoro in a few words, and said that he would definitely teach Shanyi well and let him rest in peace in the back.

After coming back, Yuan Cangtai probably guided Shanyi for three hours, but in the face of this cute face of my wife Shanyi.

Yuan Cangtai couldn't help but sigh.

There is no other reason.

This kid has been trying to avoid training.

Yuan Cangtai didn't look at him for a while, he either took a nap or picked his fingers.

One will shout that he wants to drink water when he is thirsty, and the other will shout that he needs to rest because of his body aches.

At this time, the old man couldn't help but take out his crutches from behind and throw them on the young man's head, and told him to be obedient.

"You can't do that, I don't think you're the type without talent. Yuan Cangtai looked at my wife Shanyi who was covering her head and crying on the ground and said.

"I feel like you've been running away from something. Looking at Shanyi, who was beaten by the old man and covered in injuries, Yuan Cangtai couldn't help but sigh.

"Now that your grandfather has gone to prepare lunch, can you tell me what the hell is going on with you? My

wife Shanyi covered her face and looked at Yuan Cangtai aggrievedly.

"I don't know why, every time I try to learn other moves by heart, I always can't learn them, those sword moves are difficult for me to achieve.

"I'm not like talented pillars like you, I'm just an ordinary teenager, isn't it normal for ordinary people to have things that they can't do.

"Senior brother keeps beating me, saying that I am just a waste, and the master often beats me, but I just can't learn other moves, and I am also learning well." The

boy had infinite grievances on his face, he had always been such a character.

was deceived by a girl in love, took away his last property, and ended up with no money and no money, and a lot of debts.

If it weren't for his grandfather redeeming him, I don't know what his life would have been like.

He's actually not interested in these things, killing ghosts or something, it's the most terrifying.

But in order to repay his grandfather's great kindness to him, he had to study hard.

Although his grandfather was so fierce and gave him bruises all over his body every time, he knew that this was a sign that his grandfather cared about him.

He didn't think that his grandfather's behavior was excessive, and he was trying to do it well, but there was no way, maybe he was such an ordinary teenager.

It's just that he lived up to his grandfather's expectations and made his heart sad.

Just like the senior brother said, maybe he is just a waste, and he can't do anything well.

Senior brother can easily learn the rest of the moves, and he is angry, so he will mock me like that, so be it.

My wife, Shanyi, slowly lay down.

Eyes drowning in tears.

"I really want to be stronger, but I can't do it. The

boy sobbed quietly.

Looking at Shanyi's lying figure, Yuan Cangtai originally wanted to encourage him loudly.

Tell him how he trained and how he became a pillar.

But he found him speechless.

The figure of the boy lying on the ground seemed to touch the deepest part of his heart.

Yuan Cangtai looked at this scene expressionlessly with his hands on his chest, and did not speak, but there was something in his heart that was punctured, and a sour liquid flowed out.

His mind went back many years ago.

"Waste, get up, is this how you took the sword, didn't you eat in the morning! That sword is not even as good as an old lady. "

What did you come to me for, did you come here for a walk, did you walk over with a sword, I tell you, let you charge, charge! "

What are you staring at me, am I an enemy, look at the other side, swing the sword in your hand!" The

coach kicked the skinny man hard with his big martial arts foot.

It seemed to make him remember what it was like to be in pain.

A half-old child had a blue nose and swollen face, wiped away his tears, and dragged his small body to constantly wave the bamboo sword in his hand.

It's like doing something extremely painful.

The corners of the child's mouth drooped, and the tears in his eyes kept flowing, and he didn't know when he would burst out of his eyes.

"If you pay to come here, I'm going to let you learn the real thing.

"Don't tell me that you don't have talent! Everything you're learning now is the basics, and you're not ready to compete for talent. The

next second, the camera turned.

The coach took the children to run on the beach.

They had a seafood feast together to celebrate the boy's first sword fighting champion.

The master, who had always been unsmiling in front of him, smiled for the first time.

Seems proud of his accomplishments.

The camera rotates again.

On the hospital bed, the dazzling incandescent light flickered constantly, reflecting the two people on the bed.

The coach's withered yellow hand gently touched the boy's hair, and his voice was like a gossamer, "You have learned all my skills, very good... Ahem, in the future, you will tour the world instead of me..."

"You've been... It's all... My pride. "

The master, who has always been strict with him and even cruel, praised him for the first time on the day he became an adult.

And for the last time.

After that, the coach's eyes were closed forever.

After a long time, the boy has been holding the title of his disciple, constantly participating in competitions in various countries, constantly defeating opponents, and at a young age he won the title of master of swordsmanship.

It's just to commemorate the master who was strict with him at the beginning.

Yuan Cangtai came back to his senses and gently stretched out his hand to the yellow-haired boy on the ground.

"I'm sure you can. "