Demon Slayer: The Forest Pillar

"Ahhh!" Seeing his master in pain, the little Shiba Inu Enji became very anxious and kept shouting around Shinichi, trying to wake up his master's consciousness.

"Roar!" But Shinichi's figure suddenly jumped up, and rushed directly to Mr. Moriki before Mr. Moriki and China Rukawa could react.

China Rukawa's eyes widened, and the hand hidden in her sleeves instantly clenched a rope. She remembered the instructions of Mr. Mitsuyo, if Mr. Shinichi did not restrain his desire to eat people, pull the rope immediately!

Boom! ! The wooden table in front of Mr. Moriki was smashed to pieces, and Shinichi's sharp black claws were only a few centimeters away from Mr. Moriki's face, but at this critical moment, Shinichi's body suddenly stopped.

Fangs exposed, scarlet eyes full of bloodshot, forehead and face full of veins, one arm trembling constantly, Shinichi clenched his teeth and panted, his chest heaving violently, and the other arm pierced into his chest at this time.

In order to curb his desire to eat people, Shinichi pierced his chest fiercely.

Slowly pulling out his arm, the surging blood immediately splashed out, while the wound was wriggling and repairing, Shinichi's originally violent scarlet eyes gradually began to calm down, plop! Shinichi, who forcibly suppressed his desire, knelt on one knee and raised his head weakly, "Old, old man, don't you plan to give an explanation?"

Although Mr. Mori's face was covered with blood, when he saw the clarity in Shinichi's eyes, finally, turbid tears flowed from his eyes, and his voice became choked, "You did it, kid."

And Rukawa Chinana, who had been hanging his heart high on the side, also exhaled heavily, Master Shinichi really did it.

Grandpa Mori immediately took out a wooden box that he had prepared long ago. Regardless of his embarrassment, he carefully opened the wooden box and took out a small jade bottle. "Child, this is a gift for you. Take it. It's already dawn."

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"China, pull the rope." Grandpa Mori said to Rukawa China. After hearing this, Rukawa China immediately pulled the rope in her sleeves. At the moment when Rukawa China pulled the rope, there was a sound of gears turning on the smooth walls of the room. In less than a minute, several large windows appeared on the walls of the originally closed and lightless room. The rising dawn also spread its dazzling and warm sunlight all over the room.

Walking to the window, old man Morimu looked at the gradually rising sun. He had a premonition that Shinichi would be as dazzling as the rising dawn in the future, while people like him would already belong to the setting sun.

"So, old man, if I really can't help it, you are going to kill me with the sun, right?" Shinichi's playful voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Old man Morimu did not refute, but smiled and said, "That is my choice. If you fail, I will die with you, and the breath of the forest will completely lose its successor."

"Is it that serious?"

Old man Morimu turned his head after all, and the first thing he saw was Shinichi standing in the sun. Shinichi, who hadn't seen the sun for a long time or even almost a year, squinted his eyes, raised his hands to block his eyes, trying to feel the light and heat of the sun. When he opened his eyes, one of his two pink eyes had turned green.

If Muzan was here and saw Shinichi's situation, he would be jealous to the point of madness! Why! Why can this ghost stand freely in the sun? Even as the strongest ghost king, it is difficult for it to survive under the sun!

However, Shinichi knows that his current situation cannot be regarded as standing freely under the sun. Now he is more like standing under the sun wearing a layer of clothes, and the "clothes" condensed by the power of vitality.

And the secret of everything lies in the jade bottle that Mr. Mori gave him not long ago. In that bottle of diluted blood, Shinichi learned a new blood ghost art, blood ghost art·Nei Luosheng! A special blood ghost art combined with forest breathing.

While maintaining the full concentration of forest breathing, Shinichi can condense an invisible "life clothes" on the surface of his body. Relying on the state of Nii Luosheng, Shinichi saw the first sunrise after his demonization.

Seeing this, perhaps everyone can guess whose blood is in the jade bottle.

"How does it feel to see the sun again?" asked Mr. Morimu.

Shinichi replied, "It's like being reborn." Although he couldn't feel the light and heat of the sun while wearing the "clothes of life", being able to stand under the sun was enough to make Shinichi excited for a long time.

Of course, this also came at a price. In the state of pseudo-Rashomon, Shinichi couldn't use any demonic power and could only rely purely on his own physical strength or the breathing method he practiced. Even the originalThe strong immortal body was also affected. Once injured, his wounds would be difficult to heal.

The most important thing is that if his physical strength is exhausted and he cannot maintain the full concentration of Mori's Breathing, then Shinichi will instantly lose the protection of Nirasheng and be exposed to the sun. At that time, no matter how powerful Shinichi is, he will be wiped out. Therefore, the advice given to him by Mr. Mori is to maintain good physical strength during the day and avoid all battles.

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At noon, in front of the gate of Mori's mansion, Shinichi twitched and rejected the tattered green haori given by Mr. Mori. Yes, it was the one that Mr. Mori wore before. According to the old man, this haori was also left by the ancestor of Mori Shunichi. Mr. Mori, who was rejected by Shinichi, expressed great regret and tried to persuade Shinichi.

But Shinichi was determined not to do it. He had been a beggar for three years in this world and he didn't want to wear beggar's clothes again.

After putting on his clothes, carrying a bag of food (mainly dorayaki and wisteria flower balls with added ingredients), and hanging the Nichirin sword inherited from generation to generation in the Moriki family on his waist, followed by fat Enji, Shinichi formally said goodbye to old man Moriki.

Enji, who was reluctant to leave Rukawa China, left the Moriki mansion. Walking on the road, Shinichi stopped at a corner and finally looked back at the Moriki mansion, which was his first "home" in this world.

On the country road, a pair of deerskin boots kicked away the dead wood blocking the road. Shinichi, holding Enji, saw an "acquaintance" by the stream.

"It's you!" Shinobu Kocho, who was wearing a patterned kimono, immediately recognized Shinichi's cold face. She held a basket of medicinal herbs in one hand and pointed at Shinichi with the other.

"It's you, the cold-faced man! It's all your fault. You caused my father to teach me a lesson! You have to apologize to me!" Kouhou Shinobu pointed at Shinichi and yelled angrily.

Shinichi didn't say anything, but looked around. It seemed that no one was around. Very good!

Kouhou Shinobu was still accusing Shinichi angrily, but the next second Shinichi appeared in front of her in an instant. He was so fast that she didn't react. A tall figure appeared in front of her eyes.

Looking at her height that was only as high as Shinichi's chest, and then looking at the long sword on the belt buckle on Shinichi's waist, Kouhou Shinobu's beautiful violet eyes trembled, "You..."

Before Kouhou Shinobu could speak, Shinichi suddenly raised his hand, bent his fingers to accumulate power, and burst! !

"It hurts!" Kouhou Shinobu covered his forehead, and his eyes were instantly wet (painful).

"Goodbye, rude child!" After saying this, Shinichi strode away without looking back. He wanted to do this a long time ago, to give this rude little girl a head blow to make her remember it.

Shinobu Kocho, holding her forehead, didn't hear clearly what Shinichi said. By the time she came to her senses, Shinichi had already run far away, and it was impossible for her to catch up with him in her kimono, so Shinobu, with a red forehead, could only grit her teeth and kick the basket of medicinal herbs to vent her anger.