Demon Slayer: I am a Demon

Chapter 83 Even if the sun falls, new life will never end (1/4)

Tanjiro's family was busy moving, and Giyu Tomioka was waiting for the swordsmen who had arrived again. The leader of them was a young man as passionate as fire.

Compared to the expressionless Yoshiyuki Tomikaze, everyone seemed to like this young man more.

The newcomer was none other than the "Flame Pillar," Rengoku Kyojuro.

In fact, Kyojuro Rengoku is not the true Flame Pillar yet; his father, Juro Rengoku, has not yet stepped down from the position of Flame Pillar.

But everyone knows that it is perfectly reasonable and natural for Rengoku Kyojuro to succeed his father, the Flame Pillar, without any problems or doubts.

Because this young adult had personally killed one of the Twelve Demon Moons to prove himself.

There is a tradition in the Demon Slayer Corps that only those who have actually killed the Twelve Demon Moons can become Pillars.

At least until now, there has never been a Pillar who has failed to kill one of the Twelve Demon Moons.

Although everyone has only killed the waning crescent moon of the Twelve Demon Moons and has never killed the waxing crescent moon, both the waxing and waning crescent moons are still part of the Twelve Demon Moons.

Giyu Tomioka wasn't very good at expressing himself, and he stumbled over his words when talking about the situation, but Kyojuro Rengoku listened attentively as he watched the group moving.

Looking at Tanjiro's family, who were filled with fear and sorrow.

Kyojuro Rengoku did not approach to disturb them or ask any questions.

Tanjiro carried another heavy cabinet onto the oxcart, hesitated for a moment when he saw the group of people standing in front of his house, but still walked over.

"Can you lead us to find the ghost?"

Seeing Tanjiro approaching, Kyojuro Rengoku gave him a very warm smile.

Compared to the expressionless Yoshiyuki Tomioka next to him, the two seemed to be at opposite ends of the spectrum.

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't have that ability."

Tanjiro lowered his head: "I—I'm just an ordinary person."

"It's okay."

Kyojuro Rengoku reached out and patted Tanjiro on the shoulder: "Dealing with demons is our responsibility, and you shouldn't be getting involved."

"My lord, I—"

Tanjiro unconsciously looked up.

"Live well. Remember to keep some wisteria flowers at home in the future. Those ghosts hate the scent of wisteria flowers the most."

"My lord—I—"

Tanjiro lowered his head, filled with remorse.

Kyojuro Rengoku patted Tanjiro on the shoulder again: "Keep going, kid. Life is tough right now, but the road is in your hands. I believe you'll do better and better in the future. Besides, you love your mother and admire your sister and brother."

After saying that, Rengoku Kyojuro turned around and looked at the swordsman who had rushed over again: "Have you found the place?"

"Found it."

"Let's go take a look."

Rengoku Kyojuro spoke, but his voice lacked its previous fervor, as if the flames within him were being suppressed.

Tanjiro stood there, watching Rengoku Kyojuro lead his group away. The warmth of that man's hand still seemed to linger on his shoulder. He was stunned and at a loss for what to do.

At that moment, I felt a strong urge to shout to the other person that I might be able to find that ghost, maybe I could bring it back—

"Onii-chan, are you alright?"

A gentle, worried voice came from behind.

Mi Douzi, her face covered in sweat, stood behind him, her pretty face full of worry.

Looking at her younger sister and her family members who were filled with fear, the impulse in her heart almost completely disappeared in an instant. Finally, she glanced at Rengoku Kyojuro's disappearing figure before turning around and showing a gentle smile: "It's alright, Nezuko. We've almost packed everything. We can go now."

"But, Onii-chan, do we really have to move?"

"Absolutely."

"So, where are we going?"

"I don't know yet."

A look of confusion crossed the boy's eyes, but it quickly turned into a determined look: "The future will be tough, but as a family, things will get better eventually."

"Onii-chan, I believe you too."

Ni Douzi's tired face lit up with excitement.

Rengoku Kyojuro arrived at the cave with a group of swordsmen.

This is a very deep cave, but the entrance seems to have been maintained and bears traces of life.

At the cave entrance was a corpse lying face down in the sunlight, with the location of death being the back of the chest, indicating that it had been stabbed through the chest.

The hand gripping the knife tightened slightly.

Kyojuro Rengoku went inside. The cave was dark, but the torchlight made everything inside clear.

There were prepared beds, some scattered pots and pans, and some food ingredients scattered around, but not many skeletons were seen.

In the past, when entering the dwelling place of evil spirits, one would always see many human bones, which were left behind by the evil spirits after they had finished eating.

"Aside from our swordsmen, are there no other victims' remains?"

Rengoku Kyojuro turned around and asked a swordsman next to him.

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"Sir, we searched the vicinity but found nothing."

The swordsman responded immediately.

"Haven't you eaten here? Or were you so hungry you swallowed bones?"

Kyojuro Rengoku muttered to himself, but his steps never faltered. Soon, he entered the cave. The bloodstains had long since dried, turning a dark brown. Several corpses lay on the ground in various positions, almost all of them having died in battle.

Most striking is the body closest to the narrow passage, kneeling and falling forward, still clutching the Nichirin Blade in its final moments.

Beside it lay a fallen head.

That young, innocent face was so familiar.

"I hope that one day, I can also be like Lord Kyojuro and personally slay the Twelve Demon Moons."

"My lord, when we return from slaying the evil spirits this time, I will treat you to a meal. There will be salt-grilled sea bream and sweet potato rice."

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The words spoken by that youthful face seem like they were spoken just yesterday.

He had high expectations for this meal.

But the boy is already dead.

Just as now, with his head brutally severed and falling to the ground, the eyes of that once so familiar boy have lost all their luster.

The boy never managed to treat him to a meal before he died.

He died without ever receiving the meal the boy had offered to treat him.

The flames burned in my heart, yet I could only burn helplessly in my heart.

Rengoku Kyojuro led everyone to dig graves for the dead and buried them one by one.

Kneeling before the grave, Rengoku Kyojuro whispered, "Have you found any trace of that demon?"

"No, sir. It rained heavily all night and washed away all traces. The other party should have fled long ago."

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The swordsman beside him answered softly.

Rengoku Kyojuro fell silent, quietly gazing at the grave. As a senior, he couldn't even find the demon to offer its head as a sacrifice.

"I've really failed as a senior colleague!"

"If Mom were here, she'd probably think I didn't do enough, right?"

He knelt on the ground, whispering softly, his expression dejected.

"grown ups----"

The swordsman beside him was somewhat worried.

Giyu Tomioka, who was following behind, couldn't help but glance in their direction.

"fine."

Kyojuro Rengoku stood up, his face regaining its enthusiastic smile, as if the sadness and disappointment from before had never appeared on his face.

"I will continue to fight with the mission still unfinished."

"Fight until the evil spirits of this world are eradicated."

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He smiled, looking at the dejected group: "What does failure matter? As long as we have a breath left, nothing can defeat us."

"What is death? Since embarking on this path, have any of us ever feared death?"

"Our passion will not be extinguished by death, the fire in our hearts will never be extinguished by death, and nothing can break us down."

As he spoke, Kyojuro Rengoku looked at the sun in the sky: "Even if the sun were to fall, the cycle of rebirth would never end."

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