Chapter 28

In the bright room, Mr. Moriki was kneeling upright. Beside him, Rukawa Chinana was wearing a beautiful kimono, holding dried meat in her hand, and was happily teasing the furry "meatball" in front of her.

In half a year, under Rukawa Chinana's unlimited feeding, the little Shiba Inu Enji swelled up rapidly at the speed of a balloon. Now if you don't look carefully, who would have thought that the furry big meatball next to Rukawa Chinana would be a Shiba Inu.

Mr. Moriki's expression was a little serious. Since he came to the room an hour ago, he has not said a word, just kneeling quietly.

It was almost dawn. Shinichi, who had been practicing all night, opened the door with his wooden sword. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the kneeling old man Moriki, Rukawa Chinana and Enji. He was stunned for a moment, put down the wooden sword casually, and sat on the ground in a very ungraceful manner, "Old man, what's the matter with you suddenly coming to see me?"

But Shinichi was responded to by silence. Old man Moriki's eyes were not looking at Shinichi at all, but just staring in a daze in a certain direction. It was not until Shinichi asked again that old man Moriki came to his senses.

With a strange smile, "It's Shinichi, are you back from training?"

"Isn't it obvious enough? Old man, if you are really old, you should rest more. You are so old, don't bother with anything." Shinichi said without thinking too much, and then called out to Yuan Er on the side, "Yuan Er! Huh! Come to me!"

Hearing the call of his master, "Meatball" Yuan Er hesitated for a while, and finally reluctantly stretched out his tongue to lick Rukawa Chinana's hand before running to his master happily.

Seeing this, Shinichi was furious and flicked Enji's head hard, "You greedy stupid dog! You only know how to eat. Looking at your current state, you are more like a Shiba pig!" Enji, who was flicked on the head, immediately dropped his tail, his ears drooped, and he whimpered in grievance, "You are wronged after I said a few words to you? You want to be beaten!"

Rukawa Chinana on the side quickly advised: "Master Shinichi, don't blame Enji, I fed him too much, if you want to blame someone, blame me!"

"No, this is my dog! Why do you feel like I am the one who is wrong when you say that?" Shinichi was speechless.

"Ahem!" The soft cough of Mr. Moriki interrupted this little farce, and Shinichi also looked at Mr. Moriki.

Mr. Mori Mu pondered for a while, and then said to Shinichi: "Shinichi, it has been more than eight months since you started practicing Forest Breathing. You have mastered the first seven forms of Forest Breathing in such a short time. It is really excellent. I have nothing to teach you except the ancient books that record the other forms of swordsmanship, so..."

Mr. Mori Mu's eyes suddenly became sharp, "So, Shinichi, it's time for you to become a master."

After saying this, Shinichi was stunned. Become a master? The time in Mori Mu's mansion can be said to be the most comfortable time for Shinichi since he came to this world. He practiced Forest Breathing every day, teased Enji in his spare time, and sneaked out of the mansion from time to time to play in the night market of Takinogawa Village.

Unconsciously, Shinichi has regarded Mori Mu's mansion as his first home in this world, but now, Mr. Mori Mu's words of becoming a master made Shinichi stunned, and at the same time realized what he was going to do.

He is not only a ghost now, but also a swordsman who has learned the breathing method. His mission and goal is to kill the evil ghosts that bring disaster to the world!

Taking a deep breath, Shinichi raised his head, with a firm look in his pink eyes, "Grandpa, I understand, don't worry, I won't forget what I promised you, I will use the Breath of the Forest to kill the evil spirits!"

"Very good." Grandpa Mori nodded with satisfaction, then stood up, carefully took out the emerald green Sun Blade that had been enshrined in the scabbard behind him, walked to Shinichi, and said solemnly: "This sword, the Dragon of the Forest, is the inheritance left by Shunichi's ancestor. Today, I will hand it over to you, Shinichi. From now on, you are the new generation of the Breath of the Forest. Please make sure to continue the Breath of the Forest!"

Shinichi took over the Sun Blade named the Dragon of the Forest, and it was slightly heavy in his hand. It was not only the weight of the Sun Blade itself, but also because the sword represented the inheritance of the Breath of the Forest. "Don't worry, old man, I will!" Shinichi also made a solemn promise.

Mr. Mori nodded with satisfaction and relief, then returned to the place where he had just knelt, "There is one last thing."

At this time, Shinichi was pulling out the emerald Nichirin sword from its sheath, admiring the gorgeous inscriptions on the blade, and casually saidAsked: "What happened last?"

Swish! Swish! Two strange noises, and the extremely strong smell of blood instantly filled the whole room. The scarlet blood from nowhere splashed all over Mr. Mori, but Mr. Mori looked normal, as if he was not surprised. Rukawa China's little face became visibly nervous.

Shinichi was stunned. What was going on? Before Shinichi could react, a strong and extremely tempting smell of blood suddenly entered his nose. That feeling was simply ecstatic and extremely salivating. That smell seemed to be a wonderful wine, and it was as tempting as the wine of God in the heavenly palace.

Swish! Shinichi's eyes instantly turned blood red, the fangs in his mouth instantly emerged, and the black claws also grew in an instant. The originally handsome boy instantly became a hungry evil ghost!

A low roar came from his throat, and Shinichi's scarlet eyes stared at Mr. Mori, fragrant! What a nice smell! The blood on the old man smells so nice! Damn it! I can't control it! I really want to feast on it now!

Old man Morimu looked at Shinichi who suddenly turned into a demon calmly. This was also the last test for Shinichi. If Shinichi could restrain his desire for the best rare blood, then Shinichi would be considered to have truly completed his practice. Evil ghosts feed on human flesh and blood, and there is a possibility that one rare blood human will appear among thousands of people. This rare blood has a fatal attraction to ghosts. One rare blood human can even beat more than a hundred ordinary people.

In fact, for hundreds of years, it is not that no one in the Morimu family chose to fall into demons like their ancestors in order to learn the complete forest breathing! It's just that the firm will that those people thought of themselves disappeared without a trace after they became demons. Every Morimu disciple who tried to learn the forest breathing after the demonization, without exception, fell into a real evil ghost. Whenever that happened, the Morimu family would get rid of these fallen clansmen at all costs.

"Shinichi, you are better than anyone else, you must hold on, you can't succumb to your desires!" Old man Moriki kept muttering, but Shinichi was almost going crazy at this time.

"Damn it! How can it smell so good?! No! I swear, I absolutely, absolutely, absolutely! I will never eat people!" Shinichi hugged his head in pain, roared horribly, and rolled on the ground.