Chapter 92 Guiding Hashira and Final Selection.

Butterfly Mansion.

After some discussion.

Tanjuro agreed to teach the Hashira in training related to the Transparent World.

It is now noon on the second day.

Since the Hashira are assigned all over Japan, one person is responsible for one area, so it takes some time to rush to the headquarters suddenly.

In the courtyard.

Jigoro and Urokodaki were sitting on the corridor.

"Sigh." Jigoro was hanging his head, sighing.

Urokodaki, who was watching the children training in the courtyard with a smile, heard the sigh of his old friend beside him, and turned his head.

"What's wrong?" Urokodaki asked softly, since the two of them retired, they haven't seen each other for a long time except for correspondence.

Now that they haven't seen each other for a long time, both of them are already white-haired.

Jigoro shook his head, his face full of worry, and he didn't know how to tell:

"Kaigaku, that kid...ah, he's my disciple."

"I don't know what kind of stimulus he received, he suddenly wanted to participate in this final selection."

Saying this, he slapped his thigh hard:

"He hasn't mastered the first form yet, although his strength might be enough...but to participate in the final selection..."

"He should be a swordsman of next year's batch..."

As a trainer, Kuwajima Jigoro can prevent Kaigaku from participating in the final selection.

But he was also pondering in his heart - whether his disciple could really make it.

Even if he didn't pass successfully, knowing Kaigaku's character - he would probably go down the mountain first.

Perhaps, it could also rub off some of the sharpness of this big disciple of his.

Seeing his old friend's worried look.

Urokodaki Sakonji lowered his head and was silent for a while.

Then, he raised his head again, pondering:

"Jigoro, I still have a few disaster-relief masks that I carved before..."

Behind the two.

Tanjuro, who was passing by, heard Urokodaki Sakonji's words, and his figure staggered violently.

...

At the gate of the Butterfly Mansion.

Kaigaku, who was about to set off for Fujikasane Mountain, stood here.

"Master...what is this?"

He took a white fox mask from Jigoro's hand with a puzzled look, and looked at it from left to right.

Thump! Thump!

Kuwajima Jigoro didn't speak, he just knocked the ground hard with his cane, looking at Kaigaku with a serious and earnest look:

"Inadama Kaigaku!"

"Listen well!"

"The final selection is not a joke! Every year, the number of people who can survive can be counted on one's fingers!"

"Those who didn't run away and officially passed are even fewer!"

His old eyelids drooped, and his eyes were full of worry when he looked at Kaigaku.

He had two disciples, Kaigaku and Zenitsu.

One could never learn the first form of Thunder Breathing no matter what.

The other only knew the first form of Thunder Breathing.

"Since you've made up your mind to go, be prepared to die there!"

Jigoro's old face turned red as he said this. After glancing at the puzzled Kaigaku, he turned around and walked towards the Butterfly Mansion with his cane.

Kaigaku stood in place.

He looked at the mask in his hand, then looked up at his master's retreating figure.

—?

A question mark slowly rose above his head.

He would survive, there was no doubt about that.

Surviving—this was what he was best at.

After firming up this idea, Kaigaku casually tied the mask around his waist and turned around.

He left the Butterfly Mansion.

On the second floor of the Butterfly Mansion.

Zenitsu was lying on the window, looking worriedly in the direction Kaigaku had left.

...

...

This place was a cemetery.

White tombstones stood densely, covering the entire hill, but each tombstone was neatly adorned with flowers for offering.

The sun was bright, the white tombstones seemed to be glowing, very tranquil.

Ubuyashiki Kagaya, dressed in a white haori with a wisteria pattern on the hem, was offering and cleaning each grave with the help of Amane.

"Kagaya..." Amane looked worriedly at Ubuyashiki Kagaya, who had already lost his sight, and hesitated:

"I can take care of the offerings in the future..."

Ubuyashiki Kagaya didn't speak, he just shook his head slightly, his white eyelashes trembling in the sunlight.

After skillfully inserting the flowers into the vase in front of the grave, Kagaya raised his head, his tone gentle:

"Amane."

"I'm nothing compared to these children who fight demons with their lives."

At this moment.

"Father."

Inheriting her mother's white hair, Ubuyashiki Nichika slowly came from the other side, she walked to Kagaya.

She whispered a few words.

"I see." Kagaya nodded, he smiled, gently stroked his daughter's head with his hand:

"The Hashira have arrived."

He turned his head to Amane:

"Let's go."

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...

Outside the cemetery.

Two hidden men who were responsible for passing messages to Nichika were standing here, talking.

"Hey, you say."

"Why..."

"Why does Oyakata-sama come to sweep the graves every day?"

"Sweeping the graves, once a year is enough."

The kakushi member A stared blankly at the sky, the shadow of the rustling leaves falling on his face.

The other kakushi member B gave him a helpless glance, then spread his hands:

"Are you an idiot?"

"...Huh?! Say that again?!"

Kakushi member B looked at member A with the eyes of looking at an idiot, he was silent for a while, and finally said:

"That's because..."

"Every day of the year."

"Is the death anniversary of those fallen swordsmen."

Upon hearing this.

The kakushi member A also fell silent, he moved his gaze away from B, then touched his head, slowly lowering his head in guilt.

After a while.

"You're right."

"What?"

"I'm an idiot."

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...

Soon.

Ubuyashiki mansion.

The Hashira had already gathered here.

Of course, Tanjuro and Himejima also arrived here.

Step.

The moment he stepped into the courtyard of the residence, several gazes were still staring straight at him.

Shinazugawa was squinting, looking up and down at Tanjuro with confusion. His face, now adorned with many new scars, was full of puzzlement.

He remembered... the last time they met, this guy was much weaker than he is now...

But...

He hummed in his heart and turned his head away.

Sanemi was holding two wooden swords in his arms, he came prepared this time - ready to redeem his previous disgrace.

Last time, he was just underestimating his opponent.

Whoosh!

Uzui Tengen, with shiny gems on his head, had already walked to Tanjuro's side and looked around.

Then, in Tanjuro's puzzled gaze.

Pat! Pat!

Uzui Tengen patted his shoulder hard and gave a thumbs up, whispering:

"I heard you defeated the Upper Rank One, you did quite splendidly."

Just then.

The voice of Ubuyashiki Kagaya came from the booth.

"Is everyone here?"

...

...

After a long time.

After Ubuyashiki Kagaya finished explaining the purpose of summoning the Hashira this time.

"Transparent... world?"

Several Hashira looked at each other, all with a bit of confusion, except for Himejima.

"Oyakata-sama."

Shinazugawa raised his head, his eyebrows furrowed, and his gaze turned to Tanjuro standing under a tree:

"I would like to have a match with that Kamado-san over there, I hope you will allow it."

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