Demon Slayer: The Tai Chi Swordsman

Two footprints, one heavy and one light, were engraved one after the other on the path in the snow. Youchiro was like a brush that was about to run out of paint, leaving his own painting on the snow, a painting called sadness.

Youchiro carefully protected the strawberry cake in his arms, even though it was only a small piece.

"Today is my eleventh birthday, so it's okay to be extravagant!"

"Don't you think so?"

"Dad, Mom!" Youchiro muttered to himself in the foggy night sky.

Gradually, Youchiro's thin figure was lost in the whistling snow and wind.

Through the shadow of the snow and wind, a creaking cabin can be vaguely seen, and even the white snowflakes can't cover the traces left by time.

A little boy who looks like Youchiro leans against the fence. The only difference from Youchiro is that the boy's hair is like curved seaweed.

The frosted eyebrows and red cheeks tell the boy's worry about his brother.

Finally, Ichiro passed through the snow and returned to this simple but only place that made him feel at ease.

"Brother!"

Wuichiro's smile was like a fire, melting the heavy snow hanging on Ichiro.

Regardless of his frozen hands and feet, Wuichiro happily rushed to his brother.

Ichiro raised one hand and pressed his brother's head accurately. He scolded: "Are you stupid?"

"It's so cold outside, stupid, stupid!"

While speaking, Ichiro pushed his brother into the house.

The warm fire swept away the cold in an instant, as if the snow and wind had nothing to do with the two brothers.

Wuichiro didn't care about his frozen hands, and brought out the hot food with a smile.

The so-called dishes were just wild vegetables picked in autumn, and even salt was not added.

"Brother, eat!"

Muichiro immediately pushed the meal to his brother, and then said with a smile: "Brother, happy birthday!"

Youchiro took a bite of the meal and responded expressionlessly: "Not happy at all, you idiot!"

"I was almost robbed today!"

Muichiro lowered his head a little disappointed. He knew that his brother hated him very much. If he wasn't a burden, his brother would definitely be much better than now.

Youchiro also noticed that his brother was disappointed, and sighed secretly. This child was too simple, just like his father.

How would he live without me in the future!

Youchiro only ate one bite of wild vegetables throughout the whole process, and pushed the rest to Muichiro.

After dinner, Muichiro ran to wash the dishes.

When Muichiro finished washing the dishes, he found that there was an extra piece of something he had never seen on the table. He stared at the cake for a long time, like a curious child.

However, a sweet smell flowed into his brain through his nasal cavity, and Muichiro couldn't help but taste it.

He then remembered that this was the cake his friends in town had mentioned, and that parents would only buy it for birthdays.

But it was a pity that he didn't have parents!

Muichiro soon found the small note next to the cake, with the words written crookedly.

"Happy birthday, you idiot!"

The originally disappointed Muichiro instantly showed a happy smile.

He only took a small bite, and then excitedly brought such a small piece of cake to his brother's door.

Muichiro knocked on the door gently and whispered, "Brother, you also have a bite!"

"The cake is very sweet, come and eat it quickly!"

Muichiro called for a long time, but Youlang ignored him completely.

"Get out of here, don't let me sleep!"

"I've eaten, go eat it over there!"

Facing his brother's scolding, Muichiro was not unhappy at all. He knew that his brother must not have eaten, and he still knocked on the door.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Yuichiro looked a bit ferocious and bit off a small piece of cake.

"Is this okay?"

"Get out of here and go to bed!"

Bang!

The door was closed, and Muichiro walked to the stove with the cake.

A cold winter night, a shaky cottage, a small and pitiful strawberry cake, and two distressed children.

Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

The cuckoo's crisp and smart call took away the cold winter and brought warm spring.

Muichiro worked hard to chop firewood in the yard, and Yuichiro sat in the yard in a daze.

Yuichiro's face was filled with a sorrow that did not belong to this age. It was the sorrow of being trapped by life.

Yuichiro liked winter very much because firewood could be sold, and at the same time he hated spring because it was more difficult to make money.

After thinking for a long time, Yuichiro decided to try his luck in the mountains.

He warned: "Stupid, take good care of the house!"

Muichiro put down the rusty axe and nodded obediently: "Got it, brother!"

Not long after Ichiro left, Ubuyashiki Amane arrivedTou's family.

Perhaps he had never seen such a beautiful person before, Muichiro exclaimed like a bumpkin: "What a beautiful sister!"

Ubuyashiki Amane also noticed the ragged Muichiro, and she smiled and asked: "Little friend, I'm lost, can I sit at your house?"

"Okay, my sister will go get a stool!"

Looking at the hurried Muichiro, Ubuyashiki Amane showed a gratified smile, worthy of being the descendant of the first generation of breathing swordsman, so kind!

However, the neatly arranged firewood and rusty axes attracted her attention.

Ubuyashiki Amane was a little surprised that this child only used rusty iron tools to split the wood piles so neatly.

Just when Ubuyashiki Amane was lost in thought, Muichiro put the chair at her feet, and he even wiped it with his sleeves considerately.

Because just from the clothes, it can be seen that this sister's family background is much better than his own.

"Sister, sit down, I'll continue chopping wood!"

"Thank you!"

I saw Muichiro raised the rusty axe, and with one blow, the more than 20-centimeter-high woodpile was split in two.

Ubuyashiki Amane was amazed. Is this the so-called talent?

Unaware of the strength, it comes from the talent of countless generations ago.

Ubuyashiki Amane quietly watched Muichiro chop the wood, and he handed over a handkerchief to wipe the sweat of the other party.

Then he took out a string of special food of the Demon Slayer Corps, candied haws.

Looking at the red and shiny new thing, Muichiro's curious big eyes sparkled.

"This is a candied haws, sour and sweet, it can be regarded as a special delicacy of the Demon Slayer Corps!"

"Give it to you as a thank you gift!"

"Huh?"

Muichiro retreated again and again, and his brother told him that he could not accept things from strangers.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person!"

"My purpose of coming here is to invite you and your brother to join the Demon Slayer Corps, but it's not mandatory!" Ubuyashiki Amane hurriedly explained, but she felt more sad and loving.

This child is too young and too sensible, so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

Muichiro's little head was full of doubts.

"Demon Slayer Corps?"