manynovel Chapter 74 The Last Ray of Sunlight in the World
Chapter 74 The Last Ray of Sunlight in the World
Chapter 74 The Last Ray of Sunlight in the World (1/4)
The warm sunlight fell on him, but the swordsman standing in the sunlight felt cold all over. Even though he knew that the demon could not walk into the sunlight, he still couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.
The swordsman gripped the hilt of his Nichirin Blade tightly, as if only by doing so could he find a little more warmth.
Su Mu stood in the darkness of the cave, silently watching the swordsman and the girl he was holding, his scarlet eyes slightly lowered.
He slowly squatted down, knelt on the spot, tore off a piece of cloth from his tattered clothes, and began to wipe the blood-stained Nichirin Blade over and over again.
The crimson eyes were reflected in the sharp blade, icy cold.
Having gone through this life-or-death battle, he felt that he had gained a deeper understanding of swords and knives.
Since learning the Flying Sword Style, he has practiced it every day, but he always seems to feel that something is missing.
Only now do I truly understand that what's missing is this kind of battle.
So-called swordsmanship, so-called flying sword style, in the end, are all techniques for killing.
How can one truly understand something without killing someone?
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He kept wiping his Nichirin Blade over and over again, and sometimes he would look up and look outside at the swordsman in the Land of Light that he feared.
The other party kept hesitating, sometimes angry, sometimes timid, sometimes mustering the courage to step forward, but then retreating in fear.
Su Mu continued to silently wipe the Nichirin Blade in his hand, hoping that the swordsman would rush up and fight him to the death.
Unfortunately, the swordsman wasn't that foolish, nor did he have that much courage. He glared at him hatefully and then whistled.
As the whistle sounded, a crow flapped its wings and landed on the swordsman's shoulder.
Should we call for help?
Su Mu lowered his eyes slightly, not surprised by this.
Demon slayers of the Demon Slayer Corps never fight alone.
Ghosts are often lonely.
With a few exceptions, most ghosts are forever alone, without friends, without family, possessing nothing but immense power, an inexhaustible lifespan, an ever-present craving for flesh and blood, and slowly—
The lost self.
He himself was surprised that he could hold on for so long. He had always felt that he was not a particularly strong person and was prepared to end his own life at any time.
But step by step, he persevered until now.
Even now, he has not succumbed to his bloodlust.
Perhaps it's because there's a hope in one's heart that other evil spirits don't exist.
Or perhaps he looked up at the girl who was being controlled by the swordsman, his scarlet eyes lowered slightly.
He gently stroked the blade of the Sun Wheel, feeling the unpleasant sunlight, and also noticed the crows fluttering away into the distance. He wondered when a new, more powerful demon hunter would arrive.
What's meant to happen will happen eventually.
He stroked the blade, wiping it again and again, but then he stopped. The swordsman gave him a hateful look, then quickly left with the girl.
Su Mu, who had been sitting, suddenly stood up and almost instinctively chased after them.
However, as he approached the place where the sun would set, his instinctive fear of sunlight made him stop in his tracks, and he could only watch the child's figure gradually disappear from his sight.
His fingers tapped incessantly on the hilt of the knife, mirroring the restlessness in his heart.
No matter how impatient or anxious he was, he could only stay here, unable to step into the sunlight, for that was a place no ghost could reach.
My mind suddenly became very confused.
Unbeknownst to him, as he became the demon that Kanao relied on, Kanao also became the entanglement that bound him to this demon.
Although he knew that at this moment, he should go deeper into the darkness of the cave and find a new place to hide in order to avoid the arrival of a more powerful swordsman who would cut off his head.
But it's simply impossible to do.
Just like he didn't want to kill anyone, nor did he want to become an enemy of the Demon Slayer Corps.
But these things can't be decided just because you think them.
If he doesn't kill the other person, the other person will kill him.
When threatened, he was still ruthless and without the slightest hesitation.
Even knowing that as a ghost, one should be alone, so that although one is lonely, there will be no ties. Without ties, one will not care about anyone or anything. But with ties, there are burdens and weaknesses.
Su Mu stood silently in the darkness of the cave, looking at the figure that could no longer be seen, and silently gripped the hilt of his knife.
Before anyone knew it, dark clouds drifted over, and the sky began to darken.
A heavy rain is coming.
"Tick-tock—"
The sudden raindrops fell without warning, hitting the snow-covered trees and washing everything away.
A fierce wind howled, and the strong wind blew at the cave entrance, hitting Su Mu's face.
The rain in winter is significantly colder than in other seasons; even with his powerful demonic body, he still felt the chill.
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But he remained standing at the cave entrance, silently waiting for the sun to set.
For the first time, he felt a deeper aversion to the sun's rays. Why did it have to hang in the air when it could have set much earlier?
However anxious or urgent you are, time will not speed up or slow down because of your urgency.
It always moves forward at a constant pace.
So he could only stand at the cave entrance, knife in hand, silently standing there.
The rain poured down harder and harder, and the world grew darker and darker. When the last ray of sunlight finally disappeared from the world, Su Mu had already rushed outside.
The heavy rain washed over his body, turning his dried, dark brown blood red again. He gripped his Nichirin Blade and looked around blankly.
I don't know where to look for her, or where Kanao has been taken.
He ran wildly in the direction the swordsman had gone, but found nothing; the rain seemed to have washed away all traces.
The rain washed over his face, feeling icy cold.
"Roar~"
He, who had remained silent all along, finally let out a loud roar, his Nichirin Blade slashing wildly in the rain, but it was all in vain.
"Snap!"
A bolt of lightning cleaved through the dark rain, striking a tree not far away and snapping it in two. In the fleeting halo of the lightning, the ghost's gloomy face was reflected.
"roar----"
He roared again, and seeing a tall tree, he suddenly leaped up it.
Standing atop the tree, he looked around and saw mountains swirling around him, everything shrouded in darkness.
Until, a ray of light appeared.
The lights seemed ready to go out at any moment in the rain.
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