82 Chapter 82 Lightning Of Tomoe.
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On the other side.
The new location of the swordsmith village.
The swordsmiths wearing Warding masks were orderly moving boxes of ore and sword bars into some old houses.
And started cleaning.
The streets were bustling - after all, everyone had survived without any danger.
"Hey! Are we going to compete in sword forging tonight?"
"Compete!"
"Tsk, two losers."
"Bastard, what did you say?"
Similar lively conversations were heard all over the street.
Step, step...
"Oh! It's Flame Hashira!"
The swordsmiths turned their heads and consciously made way.
Although other Hashira sometimes couldn't be recognized, Flame Hashira has always been a Hashira that everyone can recognize at a glance.
Whether it's a swordsmith, a hidden member, or a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.
Plus, they have always been so warm and cheerful in every generation, very respected and loved.
Rengoku Shinjuro was carrying a teapot, his eyelids drooping, and his other hand holding the broken Nichirin Sword, walking aimlessly on the street.
After pushing open a swordsmith who was celebrating with a wine glass, he stopped in front of a house that was cleaning dust.
He was silent for a while, his eyes seemed to be discerning the figure of the person holding the broom in the house.
Whoosh .....
The familiar lifting of the sunshade curtain.
Rengoku Shinjuro walked into the house.
With his back to him, the swordsmith who was cleaning with a broom didn't look back, and said lazily:
"Wait a minute before coming in, I'm still cleaning..."
"Tell the village chief, once he calls me back this time, don't think about driving me away again...!"
"That damn old man..."
Click.
Shinjuro casually put the teapot on the table next to him:
"It's me."
He raised his eyes, looked at the back of the swordsmith, and said:
"My Nichirin Sword, you've forged it a long time ago, right?"
Upon hearing this, the swordsmith's cleaning action paused slightly.
He slowly turned around and looked at Shinjuro.
His tone seemed a bit complaining:
"Ah, yes, I didn't expect that when you come back, I have to come back too."
Saying this, the swordsmith took off the Warding mask on his face - although this is a big taboo in the swordsmith village.
And his face.
It was exactly the same as the boss who sold tea to Shinjuro before.
"Hmph."
He laughed.
"Next!"
From a bag nearby, he held out a long box with both hands.
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Soon after.
Rengoku Shinjuro, holding a brand new Nichirin Sword, walked out of the house.
He raised his head and looked at the blue sky under the eaves.
Click.
He raised the Nichirin Sword in his hand.
The flame-like burning shape of the sword guard reflected his equally sincere eyes.
On the blade of the sword with red flame patterns.
The vigorous inscription of the four characters "Evil Demon Annihilation".
People who are born strong - should regard helping the weak as their duty.
Shinjuro lowered his head, put the Nichirin Sword into the sheath, and his drooping eyes gradually became firm.
These were the words once spoken by his wife, Rengoku Ruka.
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In the village chief's house.
"Village chief."
The person sitting next to the village chief handed over the blueprint in his hands: "This is a blueprint that Kamado Tanjuro asked me to give you later."
"He said to try if you can make something like this."
The village chief was sitting on the cushion with a worried face, upon hearing this, he turned his head, took the blueprint from the person next to him, and grumbled in his mouth:
"Let me see... what kind of problem has he given me this time...?"
Upon seeing the blueprint.
The model looked like it was worn on the forearm, made up of many small parts, an "arm" like structure.
The village chief's already worried eyes became even heavier.
However, he soon cheered up, full of confidence:
"Well, this is somewhat challenging."
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Butterfly Mansion.
After settling the Tokito family.
The Tokito brothers, who were preparing to practice swordsmanship, met Shigeru and Takeo in the courtyard.
In order to compete for the ownership of the courtyard today, the children made such a decision.
Whoever's swordsmanship is better, can practice swordsmanship in the courtyard.
And Shigeru and Takeo, who have not yet started to learn the real breathing method, after seeing the gorgeous swordsmanship of the Tokito brothers:
"Wait! Wait!"
Takeo pointed at Yuichiro, who had a smug face, he was indignant and somewhat reluctant to shout:
"This time, the courtyard is yours!"
He pulled Shigeru behind him, his hand tightly holding the wooden sword: "Next time, we will definitely not lose to you!"
"Oh." Yuichiro was expressionless, nodded: "Keep it up."
"...Bastard!"
Takeo clenched his fist, his forehead protruded a "#" character, wishing he could give this annoying guy a hard punch.
On the side.
Under the eaves.
In the corridor.
Kie and Tokito Nori sat together, watching the interesting scene in the courtyard, laughing so much that they couldn't close their mouths.
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Not long after.
On the other side.
Tanjuro was walking in the corridor of the house.
He was thinking about a problem.
Now that Kokushibo's defection from Muzan is highly likely.
Then——Does Muzan know his true identity?
Tanjuro had always thought that Gyokko and Hantengu were probably sent by Muzan to track and kill him after discovering that he was not Yoriichi.
So, when he saw Gyokko, he was not surprised for long.
But if Kokushibo did not provide Muzan with his own information, everything would be different.
As he was thinking this way.
Click.
Around the corner, he met Urokodaki Sakonji again.
After training with Takeo and Shigeru, who were pestering him to practice swordsmanship, for a while, Urokodaki Sakonji felt a long-lost fulfillment.
Just as Urokodaki Sakonji nodded and was about to pass Tanjuro.
"Please wait."
Tanjuro suddenly called Urokodaki Sakonji, he turned his head back, feeling the ten paper people stacked on his chest, and suddenly had an idea in his heart:
"Urokodaki-san."
Urokodaki Sakonji turned around, his unique hoarse magnetic voice sounded, he asked:
"What's the matter?"
"Do you know if there is a place..." Tanjuro propped his chin with his hand, he tried to describe the scene he had seen in his mind:
"Suitable for practicing... thunder-related, venue."
The last time, in this world, the first successful return of thunder.
Tanjuro pinched out a paper man, he had a vague premonition in his heart——the paper man in the Demon Slayer world are different from Sekiro.
Perhaps because the evil spirits hurt too many people, the paper man representing thoughts contain more energy.
In that Fountainhead Palace, the dog can use the Okami's Thunder with the help of the Divine Jewel.
Perhaps, he could also use paper man to perform it.
But it's just an intuition, the specifics still need to be experimented with.
And it's definitely not possible to experiment with the Thunderclap and Flash in the Butterfly Mansion.
Thunder?
Urokodaki was slightly taken aback.
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Both of their paces were very fast.
But within an hour.
The two of them arrived at a mountainous area, which was extremely open all around, and only a few trees could be vaguely seen in the distance.
"This is the place." Urokodaki Sakonji stopped, turned his head and said to Tanjuro.
After Tanjuro said the words "practice thunder", he, who was used to communicating with Giyu, immediately thought of this place.
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