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Demon Slayer: Kamado Tanjuro Returns from Sekiro

A familiar frail figure is standing at the door of the house. He is wearing a checkered haori of yellow and black, and his deep red hair is unusually tied up in a high ponytail. He is holding a katana in his hand that he has never seen before. That is the silhouette of his father - Kamado Tanjuro. And standing face to face with Tanjuro... Is a man in a black suit and a small top hat, whom Tanjiro has never seen before. Because Tanjiro fell in the snow, he couldn't see the expression of his father who was facing his side. But he could see the other side. The man in the black suit, the look of horror in his red pupils. That's an expression like seeing a ghost. *this is a translation* ======== read advanced chapters on patreon.com/GMadman

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Chapter 98: Is it really a cat?

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The training of the Transparent World lasts for a week.

Unlike staying at the Butterfly Mansion.

The Hashira's training will make a lot of noise, and they will definitely not train in the Butterfly Mansion where there are many injured people.

Therefore—The Kamado children who couldn't see their father for a week, followed along to the dojo after begging.

However, they could only train in the yard outside the dojo.

At this moment.

"Was that father's voice just now?" Takeo poked his head out of the dojo door, asked in a whisper, and looked curiously inside.

Shigeru, with a serious expression, also suddenly poked his head out, nodding hard:

"Yes, yes! I heard it too."

Whack!

Tanjuro, standing behind the two, somewhat helplessly pulled their collars, whispering:

"Come back quickly! Don't disturb their practice!"

He looked a bit embarrassed:

"We shouldn't be here in the first place, if we cause trouble for others..."

—That would be too rude!

Tanjiro thought so in his heart.

The only ones who were exceptionally brought here by Tanjuro were the three older ones.

And.

—The Tokito brothers who also wanted to train.

"Brother..."

Yuichiro and Muichiro were standing in the yard, watching the Kamado three who were lying at the door from a distance.

A flute was pinned to Muichiro's waist.

Of course, only Muichiro wanted to come.

Yuichiro had no choice but to come along with Muichiro- he couldn't help but worry about his younger brother.

The two of them had once obtained a piece of paper from Tsugikuni Michikatsu, on the back of which they recorded the remaining sword forms of Moon Breathing in the form of text and drawings.

At this moment.

Voices of conversation came from the dojo.

Immediately attracting the attention of several people.

"Blood vessels, muscles..." Sanemi let go of the posture he had been maintaining, adjusted by Tanjuro, he was panting:

"Of course I know what this is, of course I can control muscles..."

He covered his head, then let go, the expression on his face was somewhat twisted:

"But...!"

"See...?"

Shinazugawa seemed to have a few giant question marks floating above his head.

Seeing Sanemi's frantic appearance, Tanjuro was not surprised, he just nodded slightly:

"Keep it up."

"Huh?!" Shinazugawa Sanemi looked at him with a surprised face.

Tanjuro no longer looked at him, but slowly left, heading towards the other Hashira.

After yesterday's Hashira meeting.

Ubuyashiki Kagaya had a separate conversation with him.

The core content was - about the map of the Infinite Castle.

After some discussion, Ubuyashiki Kagaya finally decided.

To formulate special tactics for the environment of the Infinite Castle, and arrange practice after the training in the transparent world.

And gave each Hashira a copy of the Infinite Castle map - for preliminary memorization.

At the same time, Ubuyashiki also probably knew about Kokushibo.

...

Yesterday.

"...Upper Rank One, suspected of defecting from Muzan." Ubuyashiki Kagaya repeated Tanjuro's words, he seemed a bit surprised, his mouth slightly open.

"That's right." Tanjuro nodded, his earrings swaying slightly, his eyes thoughtful.

After thinking for two days, he probably figured out why Kokushibo defected.

At this moment.

He was thinking about him.

Looked up at Ubuyashiki Kagaya.

The latter was also coming back to his senses.

Ubuyashiki, through the previous battle report, already knew the approximate image of Kokushibo, he already had a concept in his heart.

- Consistent with the appearance recorded by the Demon Slayer Corps over the generations, Upper Rank One is still that person.

His pale, blurry eyes could only see the rough outline of Tanjuro in front of him.

But thinking of the appearance of Tanjuro he had seen before.

He gently nodded, and reached out to touch the map of the Infinite Castle spread out in front of the two of them:

"...I see."

...

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Dojo.

On the side.

Kocho Shinobu sat on the ground, stretching her body.

As a healer, she probably knew more about human anatomy than anyone else in the Hashira.

If she were to imagine, she could also roughly imagine in her mind, what the state of her muscles would be during a fight.

However...

She looked up and looked at the back of Tanjuro who had walked past.

What Kamado-san said about that tangible, transparent vision... it really sounded incredible.

And Himejima-san was actually able to do it.

Sigh.

Kocho Shinobu sighed softly in her heart.

She was thingking.....

She slowly stood up, strolled to the side of Himejima who was sitting on the ground chanting sutras, squatted down, and asked:

"Himejima-san." Kocho Shinobu smiled, her voice was very soft:

"When you open your transparent vision, what kind of environment are you in?"

"What does it feel like specifically?"

Upon hearing this.

Click.

Himejima's hand, which was moving the prayer beads, paused slightly, and even the flowing tears seemed to stagnate for a moment.

At that time...

He was petting a cat.

...

Step, step, step...

Tanjuro walked past several Hashira who were trying to practice.

Unlike the original manga, where not opening the Transparent World would lead to death.

Now that there is time to practice, the few Hashira in the original work who could open the Transparent World at once will also take longer to do so.

His gaze swept over Iguro Obanai, whose face was red with exertion, and the corner of his mouth twitched imperceptibly.

At this moment.

"...A cat?" Kocho Shinobu's voice came from beside him.

Upon hearing this.

Tanjuro turned his head to look.

Kocho Shinobu was standing in front of Himejima, lightly calling out with a slight confusion.

Shinazugawa, Tomioka, Uzui, and a few others who were frustrated because they couldn't find the feeling of entering a state of concentration, suddenly all looked this way.

Himejima's hands were together, and the chanting of the sutras allowed him to keep his composure.

"What's wrong?"

Shinazugawa frowned, he casually carried a wooden sword and walked towards Kocho Shinobu.

After seeing Shinazugawa coming over, Kocho Shinobu stood up straight, she looked back at Himejima with some confusion.

Seeing that the other party had no reaction.

She then explained softly to Shinazugawa.

After hearing clearly what Kocho Shinobu was saying.

Shinazugawa Sanemi raised an eyebrow.

"...When opening the Transparent World, you were petting a cat?"

...

After looking at several Hashira, Tanjuro withdrew his gaze.

He took out a slightly warm piece of paper from his chest.

On the paper, an eye pattern was drawn with ink.

—This was what Yushiro had given him, saying that it was a medium for locating and transmitting messages when there was important news.

Now, this piece of paper was glowing with a faint blue light.

Just as Tanjuro was looking at the paper over and over again, wondering how to send a message.

"Meow~"

A very soft cat call came from his feet.

Tanjuro looked down at the sound.

That was a kitten with golden pupils, brown and black spots spread on its fur, it had appeared at his feet unknowingly.

On the cat's neck, there was also a piece of paper similar to the one in Tanjuro's hand.

It was carrying a small leather backpack, and it gently put its paw on Tanjuro's foot.

Seeing this.

Tanjuro slowly squatted down, looked down at the piece of paper on the cat's neck, and then reached out to touch it.

At the same time.

Shinazugawa, who had learned of some news, was frowning, holding an attitude of seeking confirmation, and walked behind Tanjuro.

When he saw the brown and black cat next to Tanjuro's hand with a sharp eye, his pupils shrank, and he lost his voice in a low voice:

"...Is it really a cat?!"

 

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