Chapter 18

On Shiraiyama.

A line of black-clad figures were busy. They were wearing uniforms similar to those of the Demon Slayer Corps, but with a big "HIDDEN" character written on the back, and white-striped masks and hats on their faces.

They were the "HIDDEN Department" of the Demon Slayer Corps, a department that was specifically responsible for handling the aftermath of the battle. Most of them were composed of members who had no swordsmanship talent, and many swordsmen who had lost their combat ability did not want to retire and took the initiative to join.

The Hidden Department was mainly responsible for medical care and evacuation in the Demon Slayer Corps. Although the members of the Hidden Department had low combat effectiveness, they made outstanding contributions to hunting evil ghosts in their own way. Without the struggle of the Hidden Department members, the Demon Slayer Corps would not have been able to easily fight against powerful evil ghosts.

Kawachi's body was carefully moved to a stretcher by the Hidden Department members, and the other sacrificed swordsmen were also carefully and respectfully collected by the Hidden Department members. There were also many innocent villagers who were brutally killed by the windlass, and they were also collected by the Hidden Department members.

When a member of the Hidden Team passed by a stretcher covered with a black tarpaulin, he suddenly heard a faint breathing sound under the tarpaulin. With the blood oozing from the edge of the tarpaulin, the member of the Hidden Team immediately realized that there was a seriously injured person on the stretcher. Out of instinctive duty, the member of the Hidden Team immediately took out his medicine box to treat the injured person.

But just as the member of the Hidden Team reached out to lift the tarpaulin, a skinny but powerful hand grabbed his wrist first.

"Eh? Old man, what are you doing? Please let go of your hand and let me treat this injured person!" The member of the Hidden Team was puzzled.

The one who grabbed the member of the Hidden Team was the old man Senmu, who was wrapped in some bandages. At this time, the old man Senmu was holding a weak little Shiba Inu in his hand, and his hand was faintly emitting a faint green light, but in the dazzling sunlight, the green light was not noticeable.

"This is my disciple, not a member of the Demon Slayer Corps. Please don't bother him. I have treated his injuries and he needs to rest now."

The Hidden Team member was a little excited when he heard this and raised his arms to protest: "Old man! We are not only serving the team members! It is also our duty to help other humans who are hurt by demons! Please don't say that!"

However, Mr. Mori did not refute, but just smiled and shook his head. The Hidden Team member wanted to say something, but a big hand behind him patted his shoulder, "Young man of the Hidden Team, your help is needed there more. Let me talk to this old man."

Seeing that it was the order of the Flame Pillar, the Hidden Team member had to leave here to help. Before leaving, he angrily glanced at the speechless Mr. Mori.

Rengoku Makijuro put one hand on the handle of the Nichirin Sword and walked to the side of Mr. Moriki. He first looked at the old uniform on Mr. Moriki, and then tried to start a conversation, "Old man, were you also a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps?"

Old man Moriki looked down at his uniform, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, but finally shook his head with a wry smile, "No, I was just a cowardly deserter."

"Killing a lower string, old man, your record is enough to look down on most of the younger generations of the Demon Slayer Corps now."

Old man Moriki just sighed with regret. Seeing the lonely look on Mr. Moriki's face, Makijuro said no more and turned the topic to the stretcher on the ground.

"Old man, the one on the stretcher is... a demon, right?"

Swish! Makijuro clearly felt a flash of sharp momentum, and the hand of Mr. Moriki, who was originally stroking the little Shiba Inu in his arms, paused for a second.

"You are really a powerful swordsman with the name of the pillar, with a very keen perception. However, Lord Flame Pillar, why didn't you take action when you knew there was a demon under the stretcher?"

Makijuro's hand on the handle of the Sun Wheel Sword couldn't help but tighten half a point, but finally released the handle, "I received the lord's crow, although it is unbelievable, the lord agreed to your request and wished that the breath of the forest could be famous again."

Hearing the word "lord", a picture flashed in Mr. Moriki's eyes, but it was small. The generous lord in his memory might have died long ago, and the curse of the Ubuyashiki family...

Although he didn't know which Ubuyashiki was the lord of the current Demon Slayer Corps, Mr. Moriki was not surprised that the lord would agree to his request, because every lord of the Demon Slayer Corps was equally generous and great.

"Please rest assured. I, Moriki Mitsutomu, swear on my life that this child will inherit the Breath of the Forest and become a powerful swordsman."

Makijuro did not answer. In fact, he was just following the orders of his lord. At the same time, he was probably the only one who knew about old man Moriki's request.Train a demon to become a swordsman? It sounds like a joke. What kind of creature is a demon? Cruel, tyrannical, bloodthirsty, and cannibalistic, these are the nature of demons. In the eyes of all the demon slayers, chopping off their heads is the final fate of all demons.

However, out of respect for the lord (even though the lord is only a teenager) and the information from the crow that confirmed that the demon helped the demon slayers kill the lower string, and the last inheritor of the forest breath, Mr. Moriki Mitsuyo, swore with his life, Makijuro acquiesced to this and was willing to keep this secret.

"In that case, old man, I look forward to a powerful swordsman rising in the Demon Slayer Corps in the future. However, the lord asked me to ask you one last question. Killing a lower string is enough to get the title of Pillar. Are you really unwilling to accept the title of Pillar?"

Old man Morimu lowered his head, looked at the green Nichirin sword in his hand, and finally shook his head, "No, I don't deserve the title of Pillar. From the moment I abandoned my companions, I was just a shameful deserter."

"I understand, old man, we will meet again!"

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It hurts! The head seemed to be split in two. In the chaos, Shinichi felt a sharp pain in his head, as if someone was chopping his head with an axe.

Just as Shinichi was struggling, a green light suddenly appeared in front of him, dazzling and blinding.

When the green light gradually faded, the back figure appeared in front of Shinichi again, wearing a turquoise haori, casually tied black hair, and a sheathed long sword hanging on a simple belt around his waist.

However, this time, the back figure slowly turned around, and Shinichi also saw the man's face clearly. He had a very handsome face, and was very young, with a pair of emerald green eyes that were extremely bright.

While Shinichi was looking at this man, the pair of emerald green eyes were also looking at him.

"Who are you!?" In the end, Shinichi couldn't hold back and asked loudly, but as soon as Shinichi finished speaking, cracks suddenly appeared on the man's face, and the handsome face was covered with cracks like porcelain that was about to break.

The emerald green light in the two eyes suddenly extinguished, and in a moment, a scarlet light lit up from the pupil, boom! ! It seemed that there was an invisible wave of air surging around the man.

"Is this... violent blood?!"