Moonlight sprinkled in the night sky, covering the dark street with a layer of white gauze.
In the dark night, there are two figures quietly moving from the corner to the street, seeming to be looking for something.
In the ruins of the house.
"Phew...finally dismantled..."
Holding a bomb in her arms, Kanroji Mitsuri, who had just wiped the sweat from her forehead, slowly breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the broken wall behind her.
Dismantling a bomb next to Upper Rank One...
Cold sweat flowed down Kanroji Mitsuri's forehead.
——Just now, she almost gave up and had the idea of throwing the bomb at that six-eyed demon!
——But considering the distance and the problem of easy injury, she didn't throw it in the end.
——I don't know how Kamado-san and Rengoku-san are doing, they just defeated Twelve Demon Moons... and now I met...
Speaking of which, six eyes! So scary and disgusting!
Thinking like this, she became nervous in her heart.
Suddenly.
Kanroji Mitsuri found that the sound of the sword collision that had been continuous since just now had stopped.
And now, it hasn't sounded again.
She was stunned for a moment.
"Eh?"
Kanroji Mitsuri, who was hiding in the ruins, poked her head out, she scanned around and found that Upper Rank One who had been standing outside her cover just now had disappeared:
"Eh? Eh?" Kanroji looked around a little dazedly.
"That six-eyed demon..."
"Go...gone?"
In her arms, it was a bomb with a stopped countdown.
"Is it an ambush...or...ran away?"
Kanroji was wondering, standing up from behind the ruins.
She tilted her head slightly and noticed the two people standing in the middle of the street.
"Ah! It's Rengoku-san! And that Uncle Kamado!"
They were standing there, talking about something.
Both of their swords had been put away, and it seemed like everything was fine.
The crow also landed on Rengoku-san's shoulder!
——Great! Both of them seem to be okay!
Over the ruins, Kanroji Mitsuri, holding a bomb, waved her hand and ran towards the two:
"Rengoku-san——!"
The two who were talking heard the shout coming from one side and looked towards Kanroji's direction.
"Kanroji!" Rengoku Kyojuro turned his head, seeing Mitsuri unharmed, he smiled and breathed a sigh of relief:
"You're okay! That's great!"
"Yes! Rengoku-san and Kamado-san too!" Kanroji Mitsuri ran to the two, panting, nodded vigorously, she looked at Tanjuro on the side, hesitated for a moment:
"Kamado-san, that demon just now, has..."
"He's gone."
Tanjuro exhaled, looking at the place where Kokushibo had just stood, he said:
"He could still fight, but he left."
"Now, there should be no demons nearby."
Click.
He held the hilt of Kusabimaru, the sheath of the original Nichirin Sword was already empty.
Kokushibo left, he left very decisively.
Tanjuro was a bit surprised, he had just cut off one of his arms.
Just to test himself? But it seems unnecessary...
Although it's not clear what happened to him.
But this time, he finally made it through.
He can't let down the guard, after Kokushibo goes back, Muzan will know about my cosplay.
If that's the case, then Muzan will definitely strike again.
What a hassle.
Tanjuro thought, he sighed slightly, feeling a bit tired in his heart.
——Might as well think of a way to get rid of Muzan in advance...
Coming back to his senses.
Kanroji Mitsuri was holding a bomb, her eyes were moving back and forth between Rengoku Kyojuro and Tanjuro.
——So strong!
——Both of them are so strong!
"I see!" Kanroji Mitsuri heard Tanjuro's words, nodded lightly, her tone was a bit disappointed, she looked at the bomb in her arms:
"I'm sorry... Even though I'm a team member, I couldn't help at all..."
"I've been hiding behind the ruins..."
Slap!
"Kanroji! No need to apologize!"
Rengoku Kyojuro reached out his hand, patted Kanroji's shoulder, his orange-red eyes were shining, he smiled and comforted Kanroji loudly:
"For your first mission, you've done enough!"
"The rest of the team members are okay with your help, aren't they!"
Kyojuro's gaze fell on Kanroji's arms, that was a disassembled timed bomb:
"You even disassembled the bomb, avoiding more casualties, you did a great job!"
Saying that, he raised his head, laughed a couple of times, and patted his chest:
"As for me!"
"As a Kinoe Rank member, in the battle with the Twelve Demon Moons, I could only watch from the side!"
"I'm really ashamed!"
Rengoku Kyojuro's thick black eyebrows raised, his bright eyes turned his head, and he looked at Kamado Tanjuro:
"I really want to find a hole in the ground to crawl into!"
Even so, at this moment, Kyojuro's heart was tumultuous.
After seeing such a battle, he was already eager to go back and strengthen his training!
——As long as he is as strong as Kamado-san.
——Even his father would be moved!
Seemingly aware of Kyojuro's increasingly hot gaze.
Tanjuro and Kyojuro looked at each other, he gripped the hilt of his sword, and said nothing.
His robust body has not faded, and he still maintains his body's peak moment at this moment.
Blood is surging in his body.
As long as there is enough resurrection power to fill his body, he will always maintain this state.
Although this cannot fundamentally solve his own problems, it is already enough for now.
However... it would be better if he could find a way to directly supplement his own body.
"Rengoku-san..." Kanroji Mitsuri said, holding the bomb, looking at Kyojuro with teary eyes, her tone full of gratitude: "Thank you...!"
Just as a few people were talking.
Behind them, not far away.
Shasha...
A slight footstep came.
"...Found it!" A very small voice sounded faintly.
A young man with white hair and stone blue hair tips, wearing a white feather weave, was squatting on the ground sneakily.
On his forehead, there was a piece of paper with eyes drawn on it.
Perhaps because of this piece of paper, Tanjuro and the three people standing not far away seemed to have not noticed the situation here.
Next to the man, a beautiful woman in a deep purple kimono was also squatting there.
"Tamayo-sama, you don't have to come for such a dangerous thing, I can do it alone."
Yushiro turned his head, he said to Tamayo next to him, lowering his voice, covering his mouth slightly with his hand, his tone full of worry:
"It would be troublesome if those demon hunters found out, my blood demon art is just a blindfold, and it can't perfectly hide us."
"And, that Twelve Demon Moons just left, it's too dangerous..."
"It's okay, Yushiro." Tamayo just shook her head gently, her pale purple eyes shrouded in mist were drooping:
"It's okay."
"This is something we must do."
Saying that, Tamayo stretched out her hand, took out a delicate wooden box from the sleeve of her kimono, and gently opened it.
Plop.
She took out a needle tube from it, which was exquisitely made, the tip was a sword, but there was storage space at the handle.
Tamayo lowered her head and looked forward to the two people.
Lying on the ground in front of the two people.
——It was, the half of the arm that belonged to Kokushibo that Tanjuro had just cut off with a single sword.
Tamayo put the scalpel-like needle tube on this half of the broken arm.
Press down slightly.
Puchi!
With the sound of the sword entering the flesh.
Whoosh!
Tanjuro, who was facing them in front of the two, suddenly turned his head and looked here.
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