Chapter 75 Yoriichi Type Zero.

On the street.

The "Hidden" members in black uniforms are rushing between the ruins and buildings.

They must move the blacksmith village to a new village before dark.

Tecchin walked in front of several people.

He is leading a few people to the temporary residence for rest.

The few people who had been fighting all night definitely needed a good rest——Tecchin thought so.

"It's Heirloom, I see." Tecchin had an enlightened expression, he nodded, and then said the same:

"My family's pair is also Heirloom."

Speaking of this, he also took a careful look at Tanjuro's appearance.

——It's so similar.

Tecchin looked at the markings on Tanjuro's forehead and the dark red weave, thinking secretly in his heart.

If it weren't for the different surnames, he would almost suspect——

——Is Kamado Tanjuro in front of him the descendant of the prototype swordsman from the Warring States period?

Rengoku Shinjuro glanced at Tanjuro, he weighed the Nichirin Sword in his hand that was only a small piece of sword left, and his gaze moved to Tecchin.

"Ah, right, Flame Hashira." Tecchin noticed Shinjuro's gaze, he turned his head towards Shinjuro, his eyes moved to the broken sword in his hand:

"Your swordsmith is still the same person, he should have told you about this."

"Hmm, I know." Rengoku Shinjuro nodded, he furrowed his brows, looking around at the ruins.

Tanjuro remained silent, he was sensing the life force within him.

He had killed two Upper Ranks in one go.

The battle memories and resurrection power he gained had already elevated his physique to a state where he could maintain a certain combat power without relying on burning resurrection power.

Indeed, he still needed to find Upper Ranks to kill.

- This time, coming to the Swordsmith Village was the right choice.

Just as he was thinking this, walking alongside the crowd.

Suddenly.

"Dad!"

A childish voice with a crying tone came from the front.

Almost at the same time.

Whoosh!

Rengoku Shinjuro, Kamado Tanjuro, Tokito Tadaichiro, the three of them quickly raised their eyes and focused on the front.

In front.

Tap tap tap!

"Wuu...! It's terrible!"

A boy wearing a small Warding Mask, dressed in a red short shirt, with the word "Fire Man" written on his back, was crying loudly, running towards them with his short legs:

"Dad! Are you okay!!"

Just as the boy was crying and running over.

He suddenly saw Tanjuro, who was looking at him among the crowd.

"...Eh?"

The boy stopped in surprise, forgetting to cry for a moment, standing in disbelief.

Just as everyone was puzzled.

"Kotetsu!"

Tecchin suddenly squatted down and hugged the boy who ran over:

"It's okay, it's okay."

Tecchin laughed and picked up Little Iron, he raised his hand, very proud: "The village chief has said that in the near future, I will be the next village chief of the Swordsmith Village."

"How could I possibly be in trouble, right."

Kotetsu was lifted by his father, he came to his senses, started crying again, tears flowed out from the round eyes of the Warding Mask, nodding hard:

"...Mm, mm!"

"Alright, alright, don't cry so easily, mom will be sad if she sees it."

"Hmm!"

Hearing the word 'mom', 

Kotetsu's sobbing suddenly stopped.

- By the way, Tecchin's wife is a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.

At the same time, Tecchin is also her swordsmith.

At this time.

After Kotetsu held back his sobs, he wiped the tears on his mask with his hand, and said to Tecchin with a crying tone:

"But, dad."

As he spoke, Little Iron sneakily glanced at Tanjuro.

Then he continued:

"The puppet is broken, because of the sudden wind last night." His tone was depressed, his two little hands were all tears:

"I... I don't know what to do..."

Upon hearing this.

The people standing behind the father and son, quietly watching, witnessed it with their own eyes.

"...Haha?"

Creak--

Tecchin gradually turned from cheerful to petrified and shattered.

"Dad? Dad! Are you okay!!"

...

...

Not long after.

In front of Tecchin's house.

"Sorry, everyone, for making you who have been tired for a night still follow me to run an errand."

Everyone stood here, watching Tecchin shouting back while carefully climbing over the ruins.

Tecchin's house is already a ruin.

"Hoo..."

He found a box lying in the ruins, as tall as a person, after fumbling out a small key from his body, he started to tinker with the box.

Click!

With a few light sounds, you could faintly see arms similar to a human's springing out from inside the box.

After a period of careful inspection.

Tecchin breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

After comforting Kotetsu for a while, Tecchin turned around, smiled somewhat embarrassedly:

"You all must be amused."

He closed the box, then with great effort, stood the box upright.

Creak...

With a pull, the door of the box immediately opened.

Upon seeing the items inside the box.

"Oh! It looks like that old man..."

Muichiro exclaimed, pointing at the box, blinking his eyes, looking at Tanjuro.

After realizing that Tanjuro had no reaction, Muichiro stammered for a while, touched his head, and stopped talking.

He lowered his head, his face slightly red.

"Six hands..." Yuichiro looked at the box with disgust, frowning - he was particularly sensitive to the number "six" now.

No.

The point is - why are we following these people...

He frowned tightly, looking sideways at his smiling father.

"It's really interesting." Tadaichiro was clapping his hands, with a very interested expression, laughing and talking to himself.

?

Yuichiro's expression gradually twisted.

The only calm people seemed to be Shinjuro and Tanjuro himself.

"Haha, I was quite surprised when I saw it for the first time."

Tecchin supported the box with one hand, he laughed and patted the little iron's head next to him, speaking with a tone of having survived a disaster:

"It's just that the paint on the face is broken, and it hasn't damaged the internal structure."

"It's a blessing in disguise." He tilted his head slightly and looked into the box.

Inside the box.

A "person" with a dark red high ponytail, wearing a red weave, black hakama, six arms with obvious joints hanging down, and Hanafuda earrings on his earlobes, stood in the box.

The layered armor with a strong Warring States characteristic was covering his shoulders.

The only flaw might be that half of the face is broken, and you can faintly see the red markings spreading in the unbroken place.

Next to him, six well-maintained swords were neatly arranged.

Everyone's eyes moved back and forth between the puppet and Tanjuro.

——At first glance, it's like there are two Tanjuros standing here.

"This is a combat mechanical puppet passed down from generation to generation in my family."

Tecchin looked at the people in front of him proudly, he propped up the box with his elbow, standing on one foot:

"The prototype is a swordsman from the Warring States period."

"That swordsman's name is Tsugikuni Yoriichi."

"So, my ancestor named this puppet—"

"Yoriichi Type Zero."

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