[Ghost Slayer] There is no me here

The crow claims to be the spokesperson of Yoya Ubuyashiki, the head of the Demon Slayer Squad, and hereby invites me to join the Demon Slayer Squad.

I looked up at the crow that seemed to be waiting for my reply, raised my hand and habitually tapped my lower lip, and couldn't help thinking.

"Ubuyashiki... huh?"

Forgot how many years ago, ten years? 20 years?Maybe longer?People from the Ubuyashiki clan found me and invited me to join the Demon Slayer Squad, but they didn't mind my identity as a ghost.

I declined at the time because I didn't want anything to do with Ghost Slayer and didn't want to join.

But now I have the willingness to join, but I have to refuse again.

Furthermore, that was originally a grievance between me and Wu Mi.

I laughed at myself, after all, I am not the same as the Ghost Killing Squad.

"My answer is still the same."

"--I reject."

The crow paused, and seemed not surprised by this answer: "Our goals are the same, Mr. Saki, please listen to my plan first."

It simply told about his plans for Miyashiki. When I heard that he planned to set a trap for Wu Mi, I was strangely silent, and I couldn't help but sigh.

The Ubayashiki lineage and Wuyou are related by blood. They have been fighting endlessly since Wuyou abandoned his human identity thousands of years ago. I know all of this.

What a... sin.

As an outsider, it's not easy for me to comment. Even though I can't join Ubuyashiki's plan, I have other plans.

"Please help me deliver this letter to a boy named Kamado Tanjiro, and this letter to your lord. It contains information about the ghost of Kazuru."

I carefully folded the letter and handed it to the crow. The crow held the letter paper in its beak, flapped its wings, and flew away without stopping.

Although I don't have much contact with the leaders of the previous ghost killing teams, I have to say that the leader of this session is a very decisive person.

Thinking this way, I walked the opposite path to the crow—it was a dark, quiet and endless road of no return.

I don't know how long I walked, but I probably left the range of Forging Sword Village.

In the dark night, a vague figure stood under the moon. When he heard the movement and looked over, the six scarlet eyes did not show any waves.

I knew who it was, just because I knew, just seeing that person, anger filled my chest and was about to burn me through.

"Wu Mi sent you to find me, isn't it an overkill? What should I call you? One of the top strings? Hei Si Mou? Or—Jiguo Yan Sheng?"

I suppressed my anger, put my hand on the handle of the knife to be on guard for this person at all times, and sneered, with undisguised malice in my eyes.

Ji Guo Yan Sheng is the twin elder brother of my good friend Ji Guo Yuan Yi. His current name is Hei Si Mou. He was the pillar of the Ghost Killing Team 400 years ago and has become the strongest ghost under Wu Mi's command.

As much as I like Yuanyi, I hate Heishimu. I don't know why I have such a big prejudice against him. Maybe I just can't understand this poor man who abandons his beliefs and gives up on himself.

The person opposite, no, it should be the ghost who didn't answer my question, but just walked out of the shadows, revealing the complete face with obvious ghost features.

The visitor was wearing a crimson-purple feather, and a long knife with several eyes was pinned to his waist. His face was covered with dark red markings, except for one on the left forehead, the other stretched from the neck to the side of the face.

It is obviously the same face as Yuanyi, but the temperament is quite different.

His expression was indifferent, not angry and majestic, he looked at the knife in my hand with a trace of inquiry, but it was only for a moment before he returned to his indifferent expression.

"The dog failed for a long time, the adults sent me...to call you back, please don't...resist."

Hei Si Mou's voice was low and slow, as if someone who hadn't spoken for a long time finally tried to speak.

I knew very well that I was no match for him. The ghost on the other side was a highly skilled swordsman when he was still a human being. After more than 400 years of tempering, his sword skills will only improve.

Although I have a certain purpose, I don't want to be easily taken away by him.

"But what if I say no?"

The moment I finished speaking, Heishimu moved slightly, and saw a flash of light from a knife. I subconsciously drew the knife and raised my hand to block the heavy blow, but my right shoulder was still injured by the wind of the sword, and the knife also followed. Cracks appeared.

I was horrified when I saw the fine lines, but it's obviously not my style to flinch now.

"Your sword skills are still not as good as Yuanyi."

I, who seemed to be at a disadvantage, still spoke unforgivingly, and made such an irony as if I was trying to be brave. After I said it, I clearly felt the displeasure of the opposite ghost.

Heishimu let out a cold snort of contempt in his throat, retracted his wrists and prepared to continue attacking. Unlike the previous slapstick, he actually used the breathing method to subdue me this time.

The glint of the knife, accompanied by the crescent moons that emerged from the use of breathing techniques, dazzled people, and the sense of crisis of facing death made me feel cold all over.

Knowing that I won't be killed easily, and that I should concentrate on dealing with this blow, I still can't stop thinking about it.

"Kamado Tanjiro's Personal Congratulations"

The mellow sword skills made me overwhelmed, and even if I caught it, it was extremely difficult. After all, it was a sword skill aimed at ghosts, and it caused severe pain incomparable to ordinary knife wounds.

"I'll probably be on my way when you read this letter."

Click - snap.

The knife in his hand finally couldn't withstand the fierce attack, and it was literally shattered to the ground.

What followed was a piercing pain in my chest, and the opponent's blade pierced my heart heavily, crushing the internal organs and tissues.

"Uhhhhh-"

"You're right, everyone is born with a meaning, and not once have I wondered where my meaning is. Now, I probably know."

I lay on the ground, clutching my heart, and couldn't help screaming. The sweat on my forehead rolled down to the ground. It was no less painful than being burned by the sun, and it was hard to even breathe. .

I've never been so groggy.

"I am a sinner. Even if I didn't want to, I did have the experience of cannibalism. I no longer expect to be forgiven. I should apologize for it."

Heishimu admired my ugliness for a while, and after confirming that I had no strength to resist, he held me on his shoulders like a sandbag, which happened to hit my wound. It was a muffled hum.

He walked slowly, but not smoothly, and I was too in the mood to care about what was there and what was not due to the pain of the wound.

"I have responsibilities that I must pay and things that must be settled. The grievances between humans and ghosts have lasted for too long."

I raised my face to look at the night sky with difficulty. The bright moonlight fell on my face. It was so bright that I mistakenly thought it was the sun in the daytime. .

"...It's so beautiful."

I muttered to myself, but no one would reply to me again.

"Let's go and say goodbye. There will be no future. I hope to cherish myself."

"Sincerely, Saki"

The author has something to say: I really like the last paragraph of this chapter.