manynovel Chapter 79 Uncle, teach me how to kill people!
Chapter 79 Uncle, teach me how to kill people!
Chapter 79 Uncle, Teach Me How to Chop People Up (1/4)
Kanao, holding her Nichirin Blade, walked up to Su Mu and raised her pretty little face: "Uncle, teach me—how to cut people."
""
Su Mu was stunned.
"I want to help my uncle kill someone."
Kanao pursed her lips, looking very serious.
"ha----"
After a while, Su Mu finally smiled, reached out, and took the Nichirin Blade from Kanao's hand.
"Girls shouldn't play with knives so casually."
"I want to help my uncle."
"There's no need."
He shook his head.
Kanao clenched her fist, her tone serious: "It's necessary."
"Are you really going to practice?"
"You need to practice."
"it is good."
Su Mu didn't say anything, and handed the knife to Kanao.
The girl struggled to grip the knife with both hands.
"First, chop that dead tree in front of you a hundred times."
He pointed to a dead old tree inside the cave.
Kanao pursed her lips, gripped her sword tightly, and walked towards the withered old tree. After a while, the sound of the girl chopping at the old tree with her sword could be heard.
Su Mu looked up and glanced at her. Kanao was practicing very seriously, putting all her strength into almost every strike.
He watched for a while, then turned back and continued roasting the bear paw.
The Butterfly Mansion Demon Slayer Corps provides a place for injured swordsmen to receive treatment and for their physical functions to recover.
A young man with a bandage on his arm walked into the breakfast room at Butterfly House.
-
The young man had long, yellow hair with flame-red edges, thick, dark eyebrows, and piercing eyes. He wore a brown Demon Slayer Corps uniform and a haori with flame patterns.
"Mr. Kyojuro, what would you like to eat today?"
A short-statured staff member from the Butterfly House asked.
"Just give me whatever you want, and hurry up, I'm starving."
Rengoku Kyojuro patted his stomach.
"Okay, right away."
Rengoku Kyojuro nodded, found a seat by the window, and waited for breakfast to be served.
Light footsteps approached, and a girl with short black hair, purple bangs, and a night-time curly hairstyle, her delicate face tense, giving her an unsmiling appearance, sat down opposite Rengoku Kyojuro with a plate in hand.
"Mr. Kyojuro, you seem to be recovering very well."
The girl looked at Rengoku Kyojuro and spoke.
"It's all thanks to Miss Shinobu's medical skills."
Rengoku Kyojuro flashed a hearty smile.
"Kyojuro is inherently strong, but what kind of demon did he encounter last time that managed to injure you, a Pillar?"
"It's not that the ghost was particularly strong, it's just that we were ambushed by the ghost while protecting a few people."
No wonder.
Shinobu Kocho nodded: "Ordinary demons wouldn't be able to harm Kyojuro, who is a 'Pillar'."
"ha----"
Rengoku Kyojuro chuckled, then looked at Shinobu Kocho, who seemed as sharp as a sword, and thought of her gentle older sister, Kanae Kocho.
"Speaking of which, you and your sister are really not alike. If Miss Shinobu could be as gentle as your sister, I think I would really like to stay in the Butterfly Mansion for a few more days."
"Oh----"
Butterfly chuckled, but the laughter sounded so fake that it was almost immediately obvious.
At this moment, someone had already delivered Kyojuro Rengoku's breakfast.
"I'm going to start eating, Miss Shinobu."
Seeing the food that had been served, Rengoku Kyojuro smiled happily and picked up his chopsticks to quickly taste it.
"Move slowly, or you'll tear the wound and cause me more trouble."
Shinobu looked up and gave a reminder.
"It's just a minor injury, don't worry about it. Besides, feeding ourselves is the most important thing."
Kyojuro Rengoku ate his food while smiling, appearing quite happy.
Shinobu's gaze fell on the food on the table.
"Speaking of which, why isn't there any salt-baked loach in your meal today? I remember when you came to the Butterfly Mansion to recuperate after your injury, you specifically asked for this. Should I ask them to make some for you?"
"No."
Kyojuro Rengoku put down his chopsticks and patted his stomach: "I need to save room for a big meal that someone else is treating me to."
"oh!"
The butterfly, suppressing her curiosity, asked, "Which junior is going to treat you to a meal this time?"
"Ha—a swordsman named Hiroshi Furukawa. He should be finishing his mission soon. I'm ready to have a big meal."
"Looks like you're really ruthless, you're going to really rip off these younger guys' wallets."
"Ha, I think it's just that Shinobu is jealous, isn't it? Haha—if Shinobu were like your older sister Kanae, she would probably be very popular among the juniors too."
"Ha—is being popular more important than slaying demons?"
Shinobu took a big bite of the chicken leg in her mouth, and you could even hear the leg bone cracking. She was actually quite envious of how her older sister and Kyojuro Rengoku were liked by their juniors. She couldn't learn even a bit of her sister's gentleness.
"Of course they are just as important. These juniors are the future of the Demon Slayer Corps, fresh and tender shoots about to bloom—"
Kyojuro Rengoku shook his head.
"So you're still planning to slaughter your descendants?"
Butterfly Shinobu raised her eyes, her purple pupils gleaming with disdain.
"We still have to fleece them. How can we teach the younger generation about the wickedness of human nature if we don't empty their wallets?"
Rengoku Kyojuro patted his stomach and let out a hearty laugh, as if he could already see how his large belly would frighten Furukawa Hiroshi and the others.
"Quack quack—"
'
The sound of birdsong rang out, and the swordsman who was recuperating in the Butterfly House couldn't help but look up, only to see crows circling back and forth above the house.
The swordsmen who were recovering from their injuries fell silent.
Each Demon Slayer Corps swordsman receives a personal crow upon passing the formal examination at Fujisakayama. These crows have the function of delivering intelligence and information and will accompany the swordsman throughout their lives.
Now, with so many crows circling overhead, as if they've lost their master, everyone knows what must have happened.
Rengoku Kyojuro, like everyone else, looked at the crows in the sky, but his gaze suddenly sharpened.
The feathers on the wing of a crow appear as if they are stained with the symbol of flames.
Suddenly, Rengoku Kyojuro fell silent. He recognized the crow; it was the one who followed the junior who had offered to treat him to salt-baked loach.
"I wonder which squad lost so many of their members this time."
Shinobu Kocho looked up at the crows in the sky and sighed softly.
"Miss Ren, could you please ask the kitchen to make a large batch of salt-baked loach?"
Shinobu Kocho turned around, looking at Kyojuro Rengoku, whose smile had suddenly vanished, and asked with some confusion, "Didn't you say you'd have your juniors treat you to a meal later?"
"We can't invite them anymore."
Rengoku Kyojuro clenched his fists, then relaxed them, picked up his chopsticks and ate heartily from the food on the table, almost burying his head in the food, his voice slightly low: "I'll treat them."