Chapter 182 - Self-Development

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In the doctor's office.

"……What?"

Jiguo Yansheng tilted his head slightly.

The purple snake-print kimono on his body was stained with some blood, and he looked at Shang Quannai with great confusion.

I couldn't understand what Shang Quannai said in my heart.

Six hundred years?

sleep?

Jiguo Yansheng crossed his arms, his eyes gradually became complicated.

Although his face was still expressionless, his eyes already revealed a lot of doubts.

The amount of information hidden in this sentence seems to be too huge.

Shang Quanna and Ganluji Sakuracake stood side by side, and they had already reached the door of the doctor's office.

For a moment when Tsukuni Iwakatsu was stunned because he couldn't understand, Shang Quanna stretched out his arm and tapped his own arm:

"Training is at the top of that mountain, remember to keep up."

He pointed toward Saagiri Mountain in front of the doctor's office.

"Considering that you are a newcomer, there is no need to arrive within half a quarter of an hour. It is enough if you can arrive within a quarter of an hour."

"By the way, remember to call the guy lying next to you." Shang Quanna pointed at the ninja who had woken up and was trying to sit up on his own.

"That's it, see you at the top of the mountain."

After saying that, he waved decisively towards Iwakatsu Tsukuni.

Jiguo Yansheng was not given any time to react or speak.

Uh-huh!

"wait…"

Pulling Kanroji Sakurabi in hand, under the somewhat astonished gaze of Jiguo Yansheng, the two of them turned into afterimages and disappeared.

At the same time, following the death of Gui Yansheng,

Creaking...the sound of the wooden door being pushed open was heard.

The dark red Yuori Tsukuni opened the door from Udo's room. He glanced at his brother who was in a daze and didn't say much.

Quietly he closed the door again.

Return to the room.

Open the window.

Click.

He easily climbed out of the window without passing by Jiguo Iwakatsu.

Snap.

Landing safely, Ji Guoyuan flicked his ponytail and turned around.

Udo was sitting on the bed, holding the child in his arms, smiling and giving a thumbs up to Tsukikuni Enichi.

——This is the final answer obtained through Udo's derivation that allows the two brothers to live in harmony.

——That means they don’t get along.

Address the root cause of the problem.

This seemingly outrageous solution was unanimously recognized by Udo and Tsukuni Enichi.

…

And the doctor's office remains in place.

"...Weird guy."

Watching the two people disappear, Jiguo Iwakatsu retracted his outstretched arm with some doubts.

He frowned and sat back down. He lowered his head slightly, his eyes full of confusion, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

600 years...?

Is this person making fun of me?

The various "taunts" made by Uta first, and then by my wife Shancun, made Iwakatsu Tsukikuni a little mentally sensitive now.

Jiguo Yansheng frowned slightly, put his hand on his chin, and began to deduce using his meticulous thinking that he had been running the family for many years.

In ordinary people's thinking, it is impossible to sleep for six hundred years.

After thinking for a while, Jiguo Iwakatsu decisively rejected his previous idea.

No, it shouldn't be.

Judging from the way the man was analyzing the battle situation and giving orders to the others, his status in the Demon Slayer Corps is not low.

Even the "Lord" would come to him to discuss matters, which is evident.

Such a person in a high position should be similar to me in the family.

He would not make such vulgar jokes easily, and he would even be stern in his speech.

If you really can't tell me, you should keep it vague or refuse it directly.

Therefore, this sentence should have other meanings, not literally.

So...what does he really mean...

In my mind, all the words I just said and Shang Quanna's expressions and movements kept repeating.

Da da.

With his fingers tapping lightly on the wooden seat, Iwakatsu Tsukikuni supported his head with his other hand and let his mind wander as he thought.

He seemed to have guessed some edges and corners.

The scars on that guy's face were exactly the same as Yuanyi's.

My question is how to have such scars.

Yuanyi, how to possess...

So, what he really means is...

Snapped!

"!" Jiguo Yansheng stood up suddenly and raised his head in shock.

——Is the distance between me and Yuanyi a full 600 years? ! !

"Oh..." Jiguo Yansheng choked suddenly at his own speculation. He opened his mouth slightly in disbelief, feeling a little dazed.

How can it be…

His eyes gradually lost sight, and he staggered back to sit down, his arms resting on his knees weakly, and his body lay down limply.

He looked at the ceiling, replaying Yuanyi's appearance in his mind, as well as the opponent's god-like swordsmanship when killing ghosts.

——600 years?

Really?

But the insurmountable gap between himself and his brother seemed to confirm this in his memory.

Even if he practiced hard, fought hard between life and death, and became the clan leader, he still couldn't withstand Yuanyi's sword.

"...So that's how it is." Jiguo Yansheng lowered his head, his eyes becoming more and more certain.

"It's reminding me."

He stared at the floor and was silent for a long moment.

Yuanyi's appearance kept reappearing in his mind and imagination. He was suppressed with absolute advantage every time, but his face was expressionless and he didn't know what he looked like.

It's so infuriating.

Six hundred years... the time to practice swordsmanship?

What a desperate amount of time.

"But." He raised his head, his eyes extremely firm, just like his eyes when he decided to abandon his family and follow Yuanyi:

"I'm not someone who gives up so easily."

Whether it was the family's difficulties back then or the difficult scene when the entire army was wiped out on the battlefield, he survived it all.

Just get through it one more time.

Even though the longest life span of a human being is less than a hundred years.

…

Jiguo Yansheng's heart, which was active just now, suddenly became silent.

Life is less than a hundred years...

With a sullen face, he picked up the Nichirin knife provided by the hidden team members and was reserved for newcomers, and pushed open the door of the doctor's office.

Slowly embarked on the road to Mount Samagiri.

"…Master."

The ninja who was lying on the spot gritted his teeth quickly after realizing that his master had walked out of the doctor's office.

"Oh!" He stood up with difficulty.

Bala!

After casually tearing the strip of cloth next to him and wrapping his wound that had stopped bleeding, the ninja ran out with Tsukuni Iwakatsu.

Jiichiro leaned on the door frame and witnessed all this.

"weirdo."

In Jiichiro's view, Tsukuni Iwakatsu, who had just made a series of actions, was undoubtedly a very strange guy.

Turning around, he sighed helplessly.

However, how can there be a normal person in the Demon Slayer Squad?

No matter how normal people are, when they choose to join the Demon Slayer Corps, they have already begun to become abnormal.

Behind him, in the dark room, my black-haired wife, Tamako, was sitting quietly on the bed.

His dark brown eyes were regaining consciousness.

Beside the bed, there was a knife with a golden eye on the blade.

The eyes with golden pupils twitched, seeming to be observing everything in the room.

Suddenly, my wife Tamako turned her head and looked at Jiichiro quietly.

Jiichiro has now become accustomed to the way his sister often stares at people, so he kept smiling and walked all the way to his bed.

At this time.

My wife Tamako’s plain voice resounded in the silent room:

"Jiichiro."

"Go help little Shancun."

"Eh?" Jiichiro raised his head in surprise and looked at his sister.

It had been a while since he'd heard my wife, Tamako.

As if knowing that Jiichiro didn't hear clearly, my wife Tamako spoke in detail again:

"Little Shancun, if you don't have any relatives to look after you."

"I will do my best." She paused word by word, while looking very seriously.

Jiichiro looked at his sister who had become a little dull due to her incomplete memory. He stood up and smiled helplessly:

"Yes, I'll go."

With that said, he picked up the new sun knife that was forged by someone last time and walked out of the room.

My wife Yuzi smiled when she heard this:

"Good boy!"

…

Jiichiro walked out of the room, reached out and slowly closed the door, and then a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"It's not my fault, Shancun."

"My sister asked me to train you."

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Saagiri Mountain.

The mountain road leading to the shrine.

Swish——!

Several figures were running wildly in competition with each other, and only one yellow figure fell at the back of everyone.

"Huchi - Huchi -" Purgatory Jinjuro rushed to the front with a dazzling hair color. He adjusted his breathing, and the sound of rapid breathing was even clearly audible.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Iwami Yanjima clasped his hands together, but his tall body was unusually dexterous. He was currently stepping on the tree trunks, using the distance between the tree trunks to jump forward.

Perhaps it has something to do with the practice he did when he was still a monk, and he is particularly skilled in this area.

"Is Shancun really okay?"

"That guy's personality is very similar to Jiichiro... but his style of doing things is two extremes."

"That's right, one is very aggressive, and the other doesn't want to move until his joints are broken."

Kazama Seiya and Minazuki Shiro were running side by side, consuming each other's breath through dialogue, and they were in a stalemate with each other, with no one surpassing the other.

…

Under the sunlight penetrating through the early morning fog, the pillars kept running.

A few hundred meters behind the figures of the pillars.

"Ha-ah..." My wife Shancun walked behind, yawned slowly, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes as if she hadn't woken up yet.

He narrowed his eyes and looked leisurely at the group of running pillars in front of him, looking a little tired.

"Really, I don't want to run... I obviously didn't sleep last night."

With slumped shoulders, my wife Shancun hunched over helplessly, climbing step by step towards the top of the mountain like a zombie.

"So tired——"

"Why can those guys run so hard...?"

"Is it really human?"

My wife Shancun felt that her eyelids were unusually heavy. He had bags under his eyes and felt weak all over.

In my mind, my wife Shancun began to unconsciously talk to my wife Renshan in the "Kingdom of Heaven":

"Senior~ Something bad is going on..."

"What's wrong?" My wife Renshan, who was lying on the grassland and looking at the sky, was numb to the point of boredom, and his eyes were dull.

"We actually almost killed that ghost king."

My wife Shancun has a sense of emptiness in his heart. He always feels empty in his heart, as if the results he should have achieved through hard work have turned into nothing:

"But why is there no actual feeling at all?"

"...Idiot." My wife Renshan sat up. He felt the breeze blowing from heaven and said in a calm and short tone:

"Do you have any credit for almost killing that ghost king?"

"In this crusade, you only cleared out the small soldiers."

"There's no actual harm at all. What will it feel like? Is it an hallucination?"

"What you say is so hurtful, senior." My wife Shancun rubbed her temples, and his tone was very casual: "Obviously everyone feels the same way."

Suddenly, my wife Renshan in the Kingdom of Heaven no longer answered my wife Shancun, but fell into rare silence.

Perhaps it's not that this year's Zhu didn't work hard enough.

On the contrary, this generation's strength is much stronger than before.

Breathing method, half-ghost body, 600-year-old advanced sword forging technology...

This kid Shancun is not a person who doesn't work hard, he practices harder than anyone else in secret.

I probably didn't sleep the night before I went to conquer Wuhan.

My wife Renshan lowered her head, and he touched the empty Raikiri scabbard at his waist.

Is it because those two are too dazzling?

"Next time, I will risk my life." My wife sighed benevolently. He looked up at the flourishing white clouds in the sky and whispered:

"...I can't exist for long."

But because the voice was too quiet, my wife Shancun could not hear it.

If Shang Quan Nai were here at this moment, he would find out.

My wife's kind appearance is getting closer and closer to that of my wife Shancun.

The scar on the face can no longer even be seen.

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outside world.

Shang Quanna and Ganluji Sakura Cake are advancing at a speed that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

"Are they going to train near the shrine? Not going to Uyashiki?"

Kanroji Sakurabake frowned slightly. She was a little reluctant to wake up every day and see a group of men training profusely.

After all, she lives in the shrine most of the time.

Shangquan Nai knew the concerns of Kanroji Sakuracake, so he explained:

"Anxin, we won't let them train next to the shrine."

"The shrine is located halfway up the mountain, and the oxygen at the top of Mount Saagiri is thin, so it is very suitable for practicing breathing techniques."

"So, just let them be at the top of the mountain." Shang Quannai tilted his head slightly:

"Just gathering at the shrine."

Kanroji Sakurabake nodded slowly when he heard this. His pink hair was wrapped in a small barrier and was not messed up by the wind.

Whoosh - the faint sound of wind came from behind.

As they continued to advance, a yellow figure slowly appeared in their field of vision.

The faint sound of conversation also came from the standing figure:

"Hey, senior."

"How about... help me climb the mountain!"

My wife Shancun raised her head. He glanced at the distant mountain top and had a sudden thought in his mind.

"Look, this way my body can recover and my mental fatigue can be relieved. This is the best of both worlds..."

"Right! Before..."

Uh-huh!

Shang Quannai suddenly appeared next to my wife Shancun. He bent slightly, his red eyes without highlights squinted close to my wife Shancun, and his tone was sinister:

"…What did you say…?"

"!"

what sound? !

My wife Shancun was instantly frightened. His back was suddenly soaked with cold sweat, and his trembling pupils slowly looked to the side.

No, there is no need to look to the side anymore.

Shang Quannai's face with a terrifying expression was already right in front of him! !

Take a deep breath.

"ah--!!!"

My wife Shancun's eyes widened in fear, her yellow hair stood up straight from her scalp, and she screamed at the top of her lungs with a horrified expression:

"I'm so sorry!! Please spare me!!"