Chapter 105: You Really Are a Ninja (Two in One)

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Butterfly Mansion.

Second floor.

Tomioka Giyu is sitting on a chair next to him, his hakama has been cut open, revealing the injured area.

Kocho Shinobu is holding a bandage, smiling, and very forcefully re-bandaging his wound for him.

Creak...

The white bandage was tightly bound.

"Kocho."

Tomioka Giyu's gaze sharply looked at Kocho Shinobu's unconsciously hidden arm, he opened his mouth slightly:

"What were you... doing just now?"

Perhaps it was the effect of the previous transparency training, or perhaps it was because of something else.

He felt——his perception seemed to be sharper.

Across.

Hearing Tomioka Giyu's words, Kocho Shinobu's face stiffened, she slowly turned her head away:

"Do people who make mistakes choose to blame others first?"

Her gaze was evasive, as if she was looking for some rebuttal, Kocho Shinobu suddenly raised her head and looked at him:

"Where did you, Tomioka-san, run off to all day yesterday?"

"You've disobeyed the doctor's orders, it's already the third time."

Without waiting for Tomioka Giyu to answer.

She raised a finger, the other hand picked up the medicine that had been prepared on the table:

"Come, drink this."

Hiss——!

The light green medicine was poured back into the teacup, it seemed to have added some ingredients, causing it to be steaming hot.

Tomioka Giyu's gaze moved to the strange-looking liquid in front of him, he paused slightly:

"What's in here...?"

Kocho Shinobu smiled darkly, her eyelashes curled up, she forcefully stuffed the medicine into Tomioka Giyu's hand:

"Don't ask so much, just drink it."

"..."

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Soon.

Seeing Tomioka Giyu lying back in the chair, falling into a drowsy sleep, Kocho Shinobu fell silent.

She rolled up her sleeve and looked at the needle hole on her fair arm.

——This is the injection mark of the wisteria flower poison.

——Before, it was all small doses, experimental, testing whether the wisteria flower poison could adapt to the human body.

At least before meeting that demon, she won't suddenly die.

—Today is truly the day she is to inject the first dose of Wisteria poison.

In the plan.

She needs to continuously inject Wisteria poison for 2-3 years, until every inch of her skin, organs, and even the blood vessels flowing at her fingertips, all contain a high concentration of Wisteria poison.

In the end, as a poison that can kill an Upper Rank, she will die together with the one who killed her sister.

Thinking of this...

Kocho Shinobu's gaze moved away from her arm and looked at the drawer, her palm clenched tightly, trembling and squeezing until it turned white.

Just as her trembling hand was about to open the drawer and take out the syringe to continue the injection.

Clang!

Suddenly, a light sound came from the position of Tomioka Giyu behind her.

She was startled and quickly turned her head to look.

Just to see...

Tomioka Giyu, who was sleeping soundly, drowsily tilted his head, and the wooden box lunch fell weakly from his hand and fell to the ground.

The lid of the lunch box that fell on the ground was knocked open, revealing the food inside.

—It was carefully cooked, sliced, and sprinkled on the rice, ginger simmered.

Kocho Shinobu was slightly stunned, she stood up, took two steps towards Tomioka Giyu, squatted down, and picked up the lunch on the ground.

Staring at the lunch in her hand, her eyes trembled slightly.

She reached out, pinched a piece, wrapped it with rice, and put it in her mouth.

"...Sister."

In the room where only Kocho Shinobu was awake, a slightly trembling voice faintly came.

The end of the voice carried a bit of a sob.

The Kakushi members of the Butterfly Mansion all knew that Kocho Shinobu liked to eat ginger simmered.

But what they didn't know was.

Ginger simmered, was Kocho Shinobu's sister's favorite—

—No, it was the best dish of the parents of the two sisters.

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After a while.

Kocho Shinobu was pulling a face, she looked angry, and walked out of the room.

What's worth noting is— there were no new needle holes on her arm.

And on the side, the hidden ones who had been waiting near Kocho Shinobu's office for a long time, carefully stuck their heads out of the corner.

It wasn't until Kocho Shinobu walked far away in the corridor that they dared to look at the office with the door left open.

—Tomioka Giyu, who was sleeping soundly, was tightly bound to the chair with bandages, his skin was white from the tightness, but he himself seemed to have no perception, and continued to sleep.

On the table, there was a clean lunch box.

...

At the same time.

Downstairs.

"Ah, I see."

Kie's voice gradually softened, sitting next to Tanjuro, she propped her cheek with her hand, and after listening to the explanation, she finally nodded in realization:

"It has to do with demons."

In her hand, the hairpin that fell on the ground had already been picked up.

Although she has never seen the existence of demons with her own eyes.

But, during Kie's time in the Butterfly Mansion, she also saw many severely injured people being carried back one by one.

Especially after the final selection ended the day before yesterday.

—So many children, who are so small, have to face such things already.

She looked at her own children, Hanako, Shigeru, Rokuta, their innocent eyes still full of innocence and curiosity.

But the injured children she saw these days are just as big as Tanjiro and Takeo.

It is really is.....

Kie's eyes drooped slightly and flickered slightly.

—Cruel and unfair.

"That's right." Tanjuro sighed in relief, after explaining, he slowly came back to his senses and put his gaze on the letter in front of him.

—In the future, when writing letters.

—Don't let the children see it.

He thought to himself.

At this time.

"Hey! Hey!" Shigeru was still excited, he looked at Kie and Tanjuro, pointed at the letter and shouted:

"Dad! Mom!"

"Can we go to that Yoshiwara street too?"

—It sounds like it must be a very fun place!

With a pleading tone:

"We haven't been out for so long!"

"Everyone is getting bored!"

Saying this, he also pointed to Takeo who was standing aside: "Takeo often says, it would be nice if we could go down the mountain."

Upon hearing this.

The mother who was still immersed in sadness was startled.

Kie suddenly raised her head, her eyes quickly looked at Shigeru, her eyebrows slightly frowned, her tone was longer than usual:

"Kamado Shigeru——"

"Yikes!" Shigeru, who was just vividly speaking, was suddenly scared and shrank his head, he looked at his mother as if escaping, and then hid behind Takeo in a puff of smoke.

"...Mom." Only daring to show a head, he quietly looked this way.

Takeo, who was forced to stand in front of Shigeru,

As if facing a great enemy, his face tightened, he looked at Shigeru behind him incredulously:

"...Why are you hiding behind me!"

"Hahaha!" Hanako, sitting on the mat, laughed happily.

Tanjuro smiled, he withdrew his gaze.

After looking up at the direction of the upstairs, he no longer cared.

At this time.

Swish!

Gohachiro flew in from the window, he was flapping his wings, landing on the desk, looking left and right:

"Caw!"

He glanced at the letter, then raised his head and looked at Tanjuro in front of the desk, cawing loudly:

"Tanjuro! Tanjuro!"

"The blacksmith from the blacksmith village is here to visit!"

"He is now waiting in the courtyard!"

...

In the courtyard.

"Village chief, you don't have to come in person."

"I can do this kind of thing."

Tecchin was helplessly looking at the village chief, he was wiping the sweat from his forehead, very anxious.

The village chief is the backbone of the blacksmith village now, if something happens to him...

Thinking about it, Tecchin was scared into a cold sweat.

Although he claims to be the next village chief of the blacksmith village, in fact, his blacksmithing skills are far from enough, completely unqualified.

"Hmph." The village chief was sitting next to the courtyard, under a booth, with his arms crossed, turning his head, ignoring Tecchin's anxiety:

"Tecchin, you are still too young."

"The sword forged by the blacksmith should be personally delivered to the swordsman, have you forgotten this?"

Upon hearing this.

This sentence was like a thunderbolt from the sky, directly hitting Tecchin:

"Ah?!" He shouted incredulously, his eyes shocked at the village chief:

"Village chief..."

You used to...

Have the swordsman come to the village to pick up the sword...

Tecchin stood in the courtyard, his expression gradually chaotic.

Under the eaves.

Next to the village chief, there were no swords or any other tools placed.

But——there was an object similar to an arm guard.

...

Soon.

After handing the letter to Gohachiro, Tanjuro hurried to the vicinity of the courtyard.

Before he arrived, he heard Tecchin's loud shout from afar:

"Kamado-san!"

Tecchin was standing there, waving his hands high, the Warding mask on his face was crooked:

"Here, here!"

...

After the three of them sat together.

They looked at each other, and for a while, no one spoke first.

Finally.

"Village chief..." Tanjuro looked at the village chief with some hesitation, he tentatively asked:

"Did you come here because my Nichirin Sword is ready?"

"Ah." The village chief slightly turned his head away, he stretched out his old hand full of calluses, gently scratched the Warding mask on his face:

"This is..."

The gaze behind the mask was evasive, he sighed deeply:

"I'm sorry."

The village chief bowed his head, he sighed helplessly:

"To forge a Nichirin Sword like yours, Kamado-san..."

After hesitating for a while, he finally spoke honestly:

"I have no clue at all."

Tecchin was watching the village chief from the side, he didn't speak.

The village chief has always been like this.

If he doesn't forge a sword that pushes himself further, he will never be satisfied, often forcing himself to immerse in the forge for several nights.

Just as Tanjuro nodded and wanted to comfort the village chief.

"But!" He suddenly raised his head,

His tone became full of energy, seemingly faintly proud.

Clap!

The village chief took out the armguard-like iron object from behind him, placed it in the middle of a few people, and confidently said:

"The other thing you asked for, this old man has forged it one by one!"

"It's all made of high-purity Scarlet Crimson Iron Sand, including this iron rope used for hooking, and the kunai!"

"The axe, spear, and rib difference in the subsequent drawings will be delivered to you soon."

"Guaranteed to be exactly the same as the drawings!"

"How about it." He said so much in one breath, then withdrew his gaze, crossed his arms, and faintly hummed from the mouth of the Warding mask.

Upon hearing this.

Tanjuro's gaze looked at the "Ninja hand" in front of him.

This was what he later provided the village chief with the drawings, and let the other party try to restore it.

Of course, it's different from the original Ninja hand.

—After all, Tanjuro now has both hands intact.

He doesn't want to lose his left arm again.

Relying on his understanding of the Ninja hand, he modified it on the drawing, and finally turned it into this "armguard" that only needs to be worn on the arm to achieve the same effect.

The appearance is similar to... the hidden sword in Assassin's Creed.

"It's exactly as I envisioned." He nodded, thanked the self-satisfied village chief: "Thank you."

Then, he picked up the Ninja hand and slowly put it on his left hand.

With the unfamiliar touch from the past, Tanjuro lowered his head and looked at the small kunai stuck in the groove.

His fingers slightly triggered the mechanism, and then he swung it violently towards the wooden wall on the other side of the courtyard!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

With the sound of breaking through the air.

Chichi chichi!

Three sharp kunai, immediately embedded in the wooden wall.

On the side.

Uzui Tengen was passing by the courtyard.

He was stunned, watching the kunai flying past his face.

A few strands of white hair floated in mid-air.

Plop.

With his mouth open, the apple he had bitten into fell to the ground in shock, rolling a couple of times.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze met with Tanjuro's apologetic face.

—Sure enough!

Uzui Tengen kept the action of biting an apple with his mouth open, his eyes were fixed on Tanjuro wearing the Ninja hand.

—His sixth sense was right before!

—This guy!

Creak...

He bit an apple in the air.

—He's a Ninja!

...

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Soon.

The time came to night.

Because Tecchin was afraid of encountering demons when returning to the village at night, and was not at ease with the safety of the village chief, he chose to stay in the Butterfly Mansion for one night.

Start the journey again the next day.

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At the same time.

The village of swordsmiths.

It was already late at night.

The solemn houses have turned off the lights, and even the sound of forging sword embryos has gradually weakened.

Step.

Stepping on the old-fashioned wooden clogs of the Warring States period, a swordsman dressed in snake-patterned feather weaving appeared at the end of the road.

"Really..."

Tsugikuni Michikatsu, who hadn't shown up for a long time, was scanning around with his remaining two eyes:

"Negligence..."

Tsugikuni Michikatsu was talking to himself in a long-winded tone.

He just followed some traces and easily came to the new site from the old site.

How can he not sigh at this negligence.

After the last separation from the Tokito family, he still didn't know the meaning of his existence.

Teaching his descendants and continuing his "existence" is certainly right.

But—

Tsugikuni Michikatsu kept thinking in his mind.

Suddenly, his gaze shifted.

Whoosh!

He raised a small cloud of dust on the spot, turned into an afterimage, and left here.

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Tecchin's house.

In the yard.

Swish!

Plop.

Tsugikuni Michikatsu, with his back to the moon, landed in the yard.

He slowly raised his head, looking at the wooden box standing in front of him.

A familiar aura was constantly emanating from this vicinity, as if it was shouting to attract him.

He was about to draw his sword, but after a moment's thought, he gave up the idea of unsheathing it.

Instead, he reached out and explored forward.

Creak...

He opened the door of the wooden box, allowing the clear and pale moonlight to shine into the dark wooden box.

The next moment.

Yoriichi Type Zero, who looks exactly like [Tsugikuni Yoriichi].

Appeared in front of Tsugikuni Michikatsu.

——This is!

Golden pupils reflected Yoriichi's figure, his pupils shrank, unconsciously reached out, tremblingly touched the earring of the puppet.

He murmured to himself:

"...Yoriichi."

"When I didn't know..."

"You..." Tsugikuni Michikatsu's eyebrows trembled, his breathing gradually became rapid:

"How many traces have you left in this world."

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