Chapter 85 Zenitsu.
Inside the house.
"Meow..."
The white cat feeling the stroke raised its head in confusion, looking at Himejima who was stunned in place.
Himejima remained squatting, his sturdy palm covering the back of the white cat, motionless.
- The feeling of skin and muscle friction under the fur came through his fingers.
- This is...
He was slightly stunned.
In his memory.
Tanjuro's actions gradually became clear.
From the first meeting at the village entrance, all the way to discovering the Upper Rank demon on the roof.
The observation when pushing the door, the slight adjustment when sitting.
During the fight, when he brushed past him, he could accurately predict his own Nichirin swing action in advance.
As if the idea of using sword techniques formed in his mind for a moment, Tanjuro already knew.
Being blind, he pays more attention to these subtle places.
Thump!
Thump!
The sound of the heartbeat seemed to echo in his chest.
Layers of images overlapped in Himejima's mind, instantly turning into a transparent white light.
His perception, which had been polished for nearly twenty-five years, at this moment, naturally.
Whoosh——
It was like a gentle wind brushing his cheek.
Himejima's palm slowly left the back of the white cat.
He slightly opened his mouth.
Tears slid down his cheeks and fell on the puzzled white cat's head.
"Meow?"
The beating of the heart, the flow of blood, the slight friction between muscles and bones, the breeze blowing over the hair.
Himejima slowly raised his head, like a newborn baby, for the first time seriously "looking" at everything around him.
In an instant.
The world was born in his heart.
- Never so clear.
Tears silently slid from the corners of his eyes.
...
...
After feeling the surroundings and being in a daze for a while.
Himejima slowly came back to his senses.
He understood Tanjuro's subtle adaptive actions just now in that instant.
"Amitabha..."
He gently put down the white cat in his hand, put his hands together, closed his pale eyes, and murmured:
"So this is the world in your eyes... Kamado-san..."
Soon.
Himejima stood up.
He held the white cat and walked towards the house, where there was a table for writing - although it had never been used before.
He thought that he still needed to add some things to his mission report.
...
...
On the other side.
On the way from Peach Mountain to Butterfly Mansion.
Whoosh...
"Struck by lightning, it's better to go to Butterfly Mansion to see Kocho first." Urokodaki Sakonji was running, his hand stretched back, holding the front handle of the stretcher.
Urokodaki and Tanjuro were carrying a simple stretcher, with the unconscious Zenitsu lying on it, his mouth agape and eyes rolled back.
They were carrying Zenitsu, moving quickly.
Foam faintly appeared at the corners of the unconscious Zenitsu's mouth.
"If he can survive, it would be a great fortune."
Kuwajima Jigoro was leaning on a cane, but his speed did not decrease at all, closely following the two.
At this moment, he didn't seem to be panting at all, speaking to himself very steadily, even though they were all running.
Behind them.
A black-haired boy with a jade pendant around his neck, his face gloomy and his eyes full of disdain, was looking at Zenitsu on the stretcher and trying hard to keep up.
"Tsk!" He clicked his tongue, looking at Zenitsu with disgust.
—An annoying guy.
His furrowed eyebrows twitched slightly.
Today was supposed to be a day for practicing sword forms, so why did he get struck by lightning at this time?
—Every day he's crying and whining, it's simply a waste of the master's time!
Today too!
The black-haired boy thought, his gaze towards Zenitsu becoming more and more resentful.
His own training time was also taken up!
It seemed that he noticed his mood, and Jigoro, who was running in front, turned his head back and shouted loudly:
"Kaigaku!"
"Focus!"
The black-haired boy called "Kanata" was slightly stunned when he heard this. He looked at Jigoro, then lowered his head and focused on hurrying:
"Yes, Master."
Jigoro slowly withdrew his gaze, but he couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart.
Inadama Kaigaku—was his first disciple.
He was very diligent in practicing swordsmanship and made rapid progress.
The first time he saw him, Kaigaku was lying on the ground, his face full of scars, drinking muddy water to survive.
This experience made him too solitary and unable to integrate into the surrounding environment—sigh.
Thinking of this, Kuwajima Jigoro sighed deeply.
How can this child be rescued from his closed heart...
The old face was full of worried expressions.
Ahead.
Tanjuro glanced sideways, paying attention to Inadama Kaigaku who was trying hard to keep up at the end.
The other party's resentful emotions were openly displayed towards Zenitsu.
He withdrew his gaze.
Looking straight ahead, he didn't know what he was thinking about in his heart.
...
...
Soon after.
Butterfly Mansion.
Second floor.
Several people gathered here.
In the courtyard, several children who saw Tanjuro hurriedly running back also rushed over.
Leading them was Tanjiro.
"Oh my, what happened?"
When Kocho Shinobu saw Zenitsu, who was emitting blue smoke, she couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand and sighed softly with worry:
"...Caused by Blood Demon Art?"
Saying this, she reached out her hand and touched Zenitsu's forehead.
It's so hot.
Kocho Shinobu frowned.
"No." Jigoro furrowed his brows, he looked at Zenitsu worriedly and explained:
"This child was just struck by lightning."
Upon hearing this.
—?
Even the owner of the Butterfly Mansion, Kocho Shinobu, who had seen many injured people, was stunned for a moment.
"I see... I understand."
After quickly reacting, Kocho Shinobu nodded, opened a medicine box next to her, and began to do a detailed check on the unconscious Zenitsu.
But.
After a thorough check.
Kocho Shinobu stood up in confusion, she looked at the unconscious Zenitsu.
"What's wrong?" Seeing this, Jigoro's eyes were faintly worried, he quickly stepped forward and asked Kocho Shinobu: "Can this child wake up?"
Kocho Shinobu's expression was a bit hesitant, she opened her mouth slightly, then said in a puzzled tone:
"Um..."
"Generally speaking, except for a higher body temperature, there is nothing abnormal."
At this time.
Whoosh!
"No abnormalities..."
A hand stretched out from behind several people, pointing straight at Zenitsu lying on the hospital bed, the voice filled with suppressed indignation:
"That!"
Several people turned their heads, following the arm to look at the speaker.
Kaigaku was raising his hand, his face full of disgust, shouting:
"This guy is just pretending to sleep!"
Saying this, he took a step forward, reached out and grabbed the unconscious Zenitsu by the collar.
Creak...
With a forceful pull on his arm, he lifted his upper body straight up:
"Hey! Idiot!" Kaigaku clenched his fist, the veins on his neck bulging, he shook Zenitsu, shouting:
"Wake up quickly! Don't waste other people's time here!"
"There are other patients waiting for treatment! Bastard!"
Slap!
At this moment.
A hand grabbed Kaigaku's arm and squeezed it tightly.
Creak...
Kaigaku glanced.
It wasn't the master's hand.
"Huh?" His eyes were fierce, he twisted his head to look at the owner of the arm.
"Let him go!"
The one who shouted was Tanjiro.
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