[Ghost Slayer] There is no me here

The air froze for a moment.

My smiling face froze immediately, and I looked at him with a more intriguing look.

In fact, I expected this boy named Tanjiro to ask this question. After all, the breath of the sun is the beginning of all breaths. The Hanazar earrings will also be recorded in the book. He will know the details and contact me. Not surprising either.

"Why do you think that I, a ghost, would know about breathing techniques?" Although I was smiling, there was absolutely no smile in my eyes.

Sometimes I think this boy is very smart, and sometimes I think he is too naive, so naive as to be ridiculous.

It's just that people who have just met a few times can exchange names without any grievances.

What's more, I'm not human yet.

Tanjiro scratched his nose in embarrassment after being reprimanded by my words: "Smell...you didn't deny it, did you?"

I changed into a comfortable posture and continued to talk to him. Recalling the past experience, my tone couldn't help but soften, revealing a little nostalgia faintly.

"I do know, and I have really experienced it."

I reached out and stroked my neck.

I still remember the feeling of being cut off.

——It hurts so much.

More of a mental breakdown than a physical pain.

"It must be... very painful."

A boy's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting my thoughts.I raised my eyes when I heard the sound, and found that his eyes were just as sad as that day.

"But you are not resentful, presumably the situation at that time was also a last resort."

He took two steps forward and grabbed my hand violently, because it was so sudden that I didn't shake it off immediately.The warmth of the palm came from the other side, and in a trance, I actually had the feeling of returning to the time when I was still a human being.

A little reluctant to let go.

"If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh. It's already so sad... You are always looking at someone through me. It must be someone who is very important to you. It is so important that even if the memory is sad Such a nostalgic look."

Under the light, Tanjiro's eyes were shining brightly, as if there was a flame burning in his eyes, bright and bright, as if it would burn me in the next moment.

"Although it's a bit nosy to say so, if it can reduce your sadness, even if it is only a little bit, I can take time to accompany you during this time."

"........."

I shook my hand away in a heartbroken refusal, with a cold expression on my face: "No need."

Tanjiro: "..."

It may be that his kindness was rejected miserably, he stood up and left in a daze holding the changed quilt, and he looked a little pitiful in his distraught appearance.

"and many more."

When the other party was about to walk out the door, I stopped him inadvertently, and put a bag of Jinpingtang in his hand.

"I don't know the specifics of the Breath of the Sun, and I can't help you with anything, but the three thousand ways lead to the same goal, and everything changes. You have to understand it yourself... Take it and eat it."

By the way, it's best not to have anything to do with me again.

As soon as the words were finished, Tanjiro looked at the Kopeito in his hand and then at me, sweeping away the previous melancholy and full of energy.

"Thank you so much!"

He bowed to me and happily walked out the door.

I waved my hand indifferently, thinking that I still couldn't help not helping such a pure and kind person.

I couldn't even bear to see the disappointed face of the other party.

But this boy was severely rejected by me once, and he will definitely not come again——

......Bar?

Well I was wrong, very wrong.

This child probably doesn't understand human language, and even though I flatly rejected him, he still manages to come to me at a fixed time every day to chat with me.

Seeing the young man sitting across from me chatting endlessly about what I saw and heard, I regret it now, regret it very much, I shouldn't have stopped him in the end, and my clean life was gone.

Why waste time on me, just strangers who have met a few times, this approach is meaningless.

There is an insurmountable gap between the lives of humans and ghosts. Human death is like a lamp being extinguished, but the lives of ghosts are still extremely long.

A hundred years later, who will remember whom?

Maybe I was too confused and realized something was wrong after I accidentally said what was in my heart.

"How can it be meaningless? Wouldn't it be nice to just do what you think is right in your limited life?"

"Maybe you think my behavior doesn't matter, but in my opinion, you are just one of all those who need help, no different from others. You are you, and human existence itself has meaning!"

"Don't just deny yourself!"

I suddenly opened my eyes wide.

The boy stood up excitedly with a serious expression on his face, as if I had said something unreasonable. I was at a loss for a moment when I saw him behave like this.

Why, why can you say such a thing?

Obviously you... don't know anything.

I'm the kind of person...

Before I could react, he scratched his head distressedly: "I'm talking too much, but no matter what, you must have confidence in the future, and everything will be fine! ... I'll go first, Mr. Saki! "

I watched Tanjiro leave with a dazed expression, and then looked down at my hands for a long time, unable to recover.

Does it make sense...?

Does my existence really make sense?

Things would have gone differently without me.

I snorted lightly and covered my face with both hands, feeling both mocking and funny in my heart, this brat really dares to say anything.

...Well, but it's not annoying.

Finally, a few days later, Tanjiro appeared in front of me, ready to go, without the funny blush and upturned braids, just a quiet and neat Demon Slayer Squad uniform, with a wooden box with his sister on his back.

"Are you leaving?"

I took a sip of tea without looking up, expressionless.

"Yes, I'm going to save my friend. I've been bothering you so much during this time." He knelt on the tatami and bowed slightly to me. I didn't look at his face but I could clearly feel the seriousness and solemnity of his voice .

"Mr. Saki, please take care."

The Tathagata comes quickly and leaves without sloppiness.

I was the only one left in the huge room.

I drank the tea in the cup in silence, and refilled the tea in silence. The whole person repeated these actions like a machine.

"This tea is really bitter."

I sigh.

It is so bitter that it is difficult to swallow, but the aftertaste is mellow and the aftertaste is endless. There is a strange attraction that makes people can't help but drink a cup, and there is a sense of bitterness and sweetness.

After an unknown amount of time, a subtle smell came from outside the door, constantly stimulating my senses, making my hand pouring tea pause for a moment and then quickly resume its movement.

At this time, a piece of brown tea leaves slipped out from the bottom of the pot and floated on the surface of the tea, slightly rippling, making the tea water clearer.

I was speechless secretly, picked it up silently, and drank it down with downcast eyes.

night...

It's coming.