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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 19: Rank Member.

Chapter 19: Rank Member.

A round moon hung in the dark night sky.

The pale moonlight fell on the snowy street, the light was reflected by the white snow, slightly illuminating the surrounding environment.

tap tap tap tap!!

A black figure is currently running wildly towards the town.

"Ah——! Damn it! Damn it!" He held the sword at his waist, the white belt hung the katana, and the white "Destroy" character on his back was extremely conspicuous in the night.

——I lost him! Damn it!!

The black short hair in the middle was blown by the wind brought by the running, he was running fast on the street, and anxious sweat was secreted on his forehead.

His eyes were frantic, scanning around, quickly observing everything around him.

tap tap tap tap!

Where is it?! Where?!

He was wearing the traditional uniform of the Demon Slayer Corps, he stomped his feet abruptly, stopped at a crossroad in the town, and his head quickly and frantically looked both ways.

——Damn it!

Looking around, his scalp was numb, and a thought of everything is over rose in his heart.

——Where am I now?!

His face was pale, and he was sweating profusely.

Biting down on his teeth, he forced himself to calm down, but anxiety kept welling up from the bottom of his heart.

"Caw! Caw!!"

In the pitch-black night sky, a black crow perfectly hidden, autonomously called out twice, then loudly reminded:

"Caw!! Murata!! Calm down!"

"North! The demon is in the north!!"

North!

Upon hearing the crow's call, Murata suddenly felt as if he had grasped the last straw, his eyes brightened, and he looked northward with a jerk!

Then, he took a deep breath, suppressed his trembling arm, and continued to run wildly in that direction.

And just then.

The direction he was running towards.

Creak...

The slight sound of rotting wood rang out.

Then.

Boom——!!

A two-story house collapsed!

The wooden house instantly kicked up a large amount of dust and snow from the other end of the street, and the sky full of wood chips accompanied the blast wave caused by the pressure, sweeping the street.

Whoosh——!

The dust instantly rushed through the entire street.

"What?!"

Murata had to stop abruptly, he instinctively raised his arm, squinted his eyes, and blocked in front of him.

But even so, he couldn't help but get choked by the dust:

"...Cough cough cough!!"

The raised dust obscured his vision, and Murata had to temporarily stop.

After a while.

When the dust slowly settled, and Murata could breathe again.

He tried hard to open his eyes, looked through his arms, and looked towards the end of the street.

The next moment, his pupils shrank sharply.

In his dazed pupils, Murata noticed that there seemed to be a figure buried under the collapsed building.

The person only had the upper half of their body exposed, and seemed to be struggling in pain.

Murata took a deep breath, then pinched his nose, ran towards there, and shouted while running:

"Don't move!! I'm coming!!"

...

...

At the end of the street.

The ruins of the collapsed two-story house were spread over two adjacent streets.

"Mom! Mom!!"

The child was holding the hand of his mother who was buried under the ruins, crying with his face covered, he randomly used his hand to dig through the ruins, trying to pull his mother out.

"Mom....."

"Mom! We'll get you out!"

"Brother, quick, let's lift together!" Next to him, a child who was obviously older, was red-eyed, constantly lifting the beam that was pressing on his mother.

Half of the mother's body was buried in the ruins, a line of blood flowed down her forehead, she raised her head in a daze, and saw her two children.

She was slightly stunned for a while, seemed to look around with a confused look, and finally her gaze stayed on the child in front of her.

Then, she suddenly woke up, she immediately shouted in horror at her children:

"Run! Don't worry about me! Run!" Saying this, she pushed her children with her hand:

"Run...!"

"No!" The younger brother cried loudly, he tried hard to lift the beam, but it had no effect.

At this time.

Thump thump thump!

A rush of footsteps came.

"Don't move!"

Murata ran all the way, he slid from a distance, kicked up a cloud of dust, and smoothly sprinted and squatted in front of her.

Click.

He put away the sword at his waist, looked down at the situation in front of him, and comforted the woman:

"Don't worry, don't move, I'll get you out right now."

Saying this, Murata was about to lift the beam.

Creak——!

"Heave——!"

With Murata's sudden force, the beam didn't move at all.

The woman didn't ask Murata for help.

She saw the sword at Murata's waist, suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, raised her head, her hoarse voice contained a request:

"No, no!"

"Please, take my two children away! Take them away!"

The woman's eyes were full of horror, her pupils kept trembling, and under her calm tone, she suppressed fear:

"Monster! There's a monster!"

"Take the two of them and go, or we'll all die here!"

"Please..."

Monster?

Upon hearing this, Murata broke out in a cold sweat, he nervously swallowed his saliva, quickly raised his head, and looked around.

Sure enough, after a simple glance, he found that not far away on the ruins.

A figure that had been smashed beyond recognition was slowly standing up, making a creaking sound all over, and gradually recovering its human form.

—It's a demon!

Murata's pupils shrank, he instinctively reached for his Nichirin Sword at his waist.

Slap!

The woman's gaze was fixed on Murata, she grabbed Murata's arm, her pale lips trembling slightly:

"...Please."

"Take them and go!"

Murata lowered his head, looking at the woman's pleading appearance, and next to her, two children who were crying and shouting.

He felt a tightness in his heart, and for a moment he was flustered.

"Mom! What are you talking about!" The slightly older boy was gritting his teeth, desperately moving the beams, his face flushed red: "We have to go together!!"

"Enough!" The woman's eyes were red, her lips trembling, she said to the child: "Listen to your mother!"

Murata staggered to his feet, he took two steps back, looked up at the demon that was recovering not far away.

Click.

He gripped the Nichirin Sword at his waist.

tap tap tap...

His hand was trembling, this was the sound of the sword tang and the scabbard colliding due to the shaking.

"Huh..." Murata's face was pale, his forehead was full of cold sweat, his eyes were dazed, wandering between the demon, the two children, and the woman.

The mother was right.

When the demon recovers, I'm afraid everyone here will die.

Thinking of this, Murata looked at the two children.

Suddenly he bent down, picked up one with each hand, and forcibly stood up with the two children.

Then he turned around abruptly!

Stomp stomp stomp!

He ran away at high speed in the direction away from here.

"Thank you..."

The mother in the ruins watched Murata's retreating figure, she tightly covered her mouth, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

Unconsciously, she reached out her hand, grabbing in the direction of Murata.

...

After a while.

The demon had already repaired its body.

Just as the woman closed her eyes, listening to the footsteps in the ruins behind her getting closer and closer.

Murata's angry shout came from not far away, accompanied by a rush of running footsteps:

"Hey——!! You bastard!!"

The mother opened her eyes abruptly, looking in the direction of the sound.

—Murata's face was pale, he was holding the Nichirin Sword with both hands, his arms were obviously shaking.

But he still plucked up the courage, shouting at the demon behind the woman:

"You ugly monster!! Come here! Let me chop off your dog's head!!"

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