Demon Slayer: The Forest Pillar

At night, a crescent moon hangs in the sky, and the cold moonlight fills the earth. In the bamboo forest outside the Morimu mansion, Shinichi, who has changed into a training suit, stares at the old man Morimu across from him.

"What? You want me to sit there in a daze holding a pot of weeds?" Shinichi points to a pot of green, uh, grass in his right hand?

Old man Senmu said seriously: "No, it's not daze, it's meditation. The breath of the forest comes from the breath of the forest, or it comes from the infinite natural breath. If you want to practice the breath of the forest, the most necessary point is to understand the sound of nature.

From a small grass to a towering tree, they also have life, and they breathe all the time. Calm down and meditate, listen to their breathing, and truly integrate your breathing with them."

Shinichi's mouth twitched, "You said it so nicely, but don't you think it's stupid to sit there holding a pot of weeds?"

"This is not a weed, it's the Qiling grass passed down from generation to generation in our Senmu family. It's very useful. Every generation of Senmu children relies on it to feel the breath of the forest. Young people, slowly comprehend it."

"......"

Just like that, Shinichi sat stupidly in the bamboo forest holding this pot of "Qiling grass", his scarlet eyes staring at the green grass in the pot.

An hour passed, and Shinichi felt nothing.

Two hours passed, and Shinichi still felt nothing.

Three hours passed, and Shinichi felt a little itchy at the root of his teeth, and his fangs stretched unconsciously.

Four hours passed, and Shinichi felt that he had been fooled. He was very angry and wanted to teach that old man a lesson.

Five hours passed, and Rukawa China brought a large plate of Dorayaki with various lethal sweet products and a large pot of Wisteria tea. Shinichi felt that for the sake of Dorayaki and Wisteria tea, his resentment towards Mr. Moriki was slightly reduced.

Just like that, a day passed, and Shinichi carried a pot of Qiling grass but got nothing.

Time passed slowly, and six days passed. Shinichi was still sitting in the bamboo forest holding a pot of "Qiling grass" in a daze, but the Qiling grass in his hand had been replaced twice. After the previous Qiling grass withered, Mr. Moriki took Shinichi to the Moriki family's planting site to replace another batch.

However, when Shinichi saw the Qi Ling grass growing randomly in the backyard of the Morimu Mansion, his teeth itched again. What is the difference between this Qi Ling grass in the yard and weeds? ! Isn't it just growing in this yard?

Late at night on the seventh day, it was still the cold moonlight, under the silver light, in the bamboo forest.

"Yuuji is also a traitor. He was bribed by someone after a few meals. Now he is almost eating like a ball. He doesn't look like a Shiba Inu. He will soon become a pig!" Shinichi looked at the Qi Ling grass in his hand with a sullen face and a gloomy expression.

The breeze blew past, the green leaves swayed slowly, and a drop of dew near the morning slowly condensed on the leaves.

"Of course I know that you plants can breathe. The nine-year compulsory education in my previous life is deeply imprinted in my soul. To explain it scientifically, what is your respiration, but what use is it to me?" Shinichi muttered to himself at the Qi Ling grass in the flowerpot.

"Even ghosts have appeared in this world, what is science? I am just an ordinary person, not a genius. Whether it is the power of ghosts or the breathing method, to me, they are only things that exist in stories and novels. But when all this really happened to me, I don't know how to deal with it.

It's not wrong to pursue power for revenge. I seem to understand the power of ghosts and the breathing method these days. The two are not contradictory. For me, what really bothers me is the prejudice that is as big as a mountain in people's hearts. Even if I practice the breathing method, I am afraid that it will not change my identity. In the eyes of many people, I will still be an alien, a ghost. One day I am a ghost, and I will be branded with this mark for the rest of my life."

"Wait? Why am I chatting with a pot of grass? I have been here for a long time, and my brain has been corrupted by that old man." Shinichi said with some self-mockery.

But suddenly, he felt a chill in his palm. Shinichi looked down and found that it was the dew on the leaves of the Qiling grass dripping on his palm.

When the cold touch of the palm of the hand was transmitted to the brain, a sudden chill swept over Shinichi's body, and a green light seemed to pass before Shinichi's eyes, and then a strange feeling sprouted in his heart.

Everything was so magical and incredible. Shinichi could clearly feel a different breath every time he breathed. It was not a smell, but a special breath, like, like a soft and tough breath.

"This feeling?!" Shinichi was stunned. He lowered his head and looked at the pot in his hand that was swaying slightly in the breeze.Qiling grass, "Is it you? I seem to really hear...your breathing."

In the distance of the bamboo forest, beside a clear stream, under a sturdy willow tree, old man Senmu, who was originally hunched over, slowly straightened his back after a breeze passed by, with a relieved smile on his face, "I knew this child could do it." The countless green branches hanging from the sturdy willow tree swayed in the wind, and seemed to be happy for old man Senmu.

Before dawn, Shinichi returned to the closed room. In the room, Mr. Moriki had been waiting there for a long time. Seeing Shinichi walk in, Mr. Moriki smiled and picked up a cup of wisteria tea, "Did you hear it?"

Shinichi gently put down the Qiling grass in his hand, "Yes, I heard it, it's incredible but wonderful, they seem to be guiding me, I can vaguely feel that behind their breathing, there is a magnificent vitality."

Mr. Moriki put down the teacup and said with emotion: "Shinichi, you are better than I thought, you are right, that is the call of the forest's breathing, and the breath of the forest contains the magnificent and endless vitality."

Shinichi looked at Mr. Moriki, and for the first time he felt that Mr. Moriki looked so pleasing to the eye, "So, next, can you teach me the real breathing method and swordsmanship?"

"This is also the question I want to ask you, are you really ready to practice the forest's breathing? Shinichi, tell me your true thoughts." Mr. Moriki asked back.

Shinichi pondered for a moment, and finally nodded heavily, "I am willing! Please teach me!"

Mr. Mori's smile disappeared, his expression became serious, he stood up solemnly, took down the horizontal Sun Wheel Sword on the wooden table behind him, and drew the sword out of the sheath, the green Sun Wheel Sword that has been passed down for a hundred years.

"The Breath of the Forest has a new successor."