Demon Slayer: Can I add points to my Breathing Technique?

The ghost of the bottom line?

It's not like I haven't killed anyone before.

If we encounter this again, we'll just kill him.

If it's an upper moon?

If you lose confidence or shirk your responsibilities before even engaging in combat, then you probably shouldn't be a Pillar or even a Demon Slayer.

Xia Xi naturally understood the weight behind those words.

My so-called senior brother is not just a gentle scholar.

Deep down, he still possessed the spirit of a strongman and a swordsman.

I looked at his panel again.

【Igarashi Uzumaki (Energy Level: 361)】Storm Breathing LV.6, Wind Breathing...

In terms of skill level and number of breathing techniques, he is roughly equivalent to two Kazami-sensei.

Moreover, his energy level had quietly increased by several points compared to when they first met.

This senior brother has never stopped striving to become stronger.

Xia Xi replied, "Yes, Senior Brother."

Since you've put it that way, what else can I say but protect the support?

The corners of Lan Zhu's mouth seemed to turn up slightly.

He picked up his long, elegant Nichirin Blade: "Then, pack your bags and set off as soon as possible."

Thus, a delicate three-person team was formed.

Ahead lies the gentle and composed Lanzhu.

In the middle is Xia Xi, who is wearing a lot of accessories and has already started to "daze".

Closely following at the end is Shinobu Kocho, who occasionally casts a probing and critical glance at the retreating figure ahead.

……

Gunma is not exactly close to Yokohama.

If one were to actually walk those nearly two hundred kilometers of mountain roads and ancient paths, that missing Class B swordsman, even if he's not dead now, would be long gone by now.

The three of them were naturally on an emergency train that had been arranged in advance by the hidden members.

Inside the carriage, however, the atmosphere was somewhat subtle.

Xia Xi leaned against the window, her eyes vacant, seemingly lost in the flowing scenery.

But in reality, the train was already stopped at a platform in a small town.

He was clearly "daydreaming" again.

Shinobu Kocho was sitting opposite him.

At only eleven years old, she already had the calm demeanor of a little adult, with a thick pharmacology notebook on her lap.

But he would occasionally glance at the two people opposite him.

Igarashi, unusually, neither read a book nor gazed into the distance.

His gaze was fixed on the outside of the platform, where several children were chasing a ball, their laughter coming through the train window, which brought back some memories of the past.

"Mr. Igarashi? Mr. Igarashi?!"

Xiao Ren's call brought him back to his senses.

"It seems you didn't hear the question I just asked."

"I'm sorry, Miss Butterfly, I was a little distracted just now."

Ren's voice was somewhat clear, with a childlike curiosity that she asked, "You seem... quite interested in that town?"

She had noticed it long ago.

Although both of them were looking out the window, their expressions were different from Jiu Che's blank, silent gaze.

Lord Lanzhu was clearly looking outside and was moved by the scene.

The young swordsman adjusted his glasses.

A gentle smile played on his lips, tinged with a hint of melancholy: "It's just... reminding me of some past events."

Ren raised his head, somewhat curious about what the other person was going to say next.

Although I really admire each and every pillar.

However, neither she nor most other swordsmen knew much about the past of these pillars.

Lanzhu sighed softly.

Just as she was considering how to change the subject, she saw Xia Xi next to her suddenly seem to come back to her senses.

Turning his head, he interjected earnestly, "Tell me, Aizen-senpai. I brought some melon seeds."

Shinobu Kocho: (#▼皿▼)

Why aren't you spacing out anymore, you big radish!

Xia Xi: Didn't we just skip the travel scene? In the blink of an eye, it's time for my senior brother's gossip. Why should I skip it again?

Lan Zhu chuckled to himself.

Since my junior brother is here, I might as well say something.

"The Igarashi family started out in this small town. But later, they gradually made a name for themselves in Yokohama's business world..."

His voice was very calm, as if he were telling someone else's story.

Chapter 69 The Igarashi Family

Back in Yokohama, Xia Xi already knew that her senior brother's identity was unusual.

It has a mansion in the most prosperous area of ​​the city.

And it's a small Western-style building with a rather stylish design.

Not to mention, there are many industries and businesses in the town.

When I was training hard in coffee making, it was in one of his coffee shops.

On ordinary days, they experience a privileged and leisurely upper-class life that they have never seen outside of the game.

Of course, this doesn't apply when practicing spiritual cultivation.

Igarashi hadn't talked much about himself before.

Xia Xi, of course, wouldn't be so tactless as to press for answers.

But now...

Xia Xi understands that feeling of wanting to confide in someone.

"My childhood was spent in account books, tea parties, and learning various skills to inherit the family business."

“My father hoped I would become an excellent businessman who could navigate the storms of life, but I… just wanted to read interesting magazines or go abroad to learn new knowledge.”

"The world outside the window is bigger, and it's not like I have to inherit the Igarashi family."

The train slowly started moving, and the town disappeared from sight.

Igarashi's tone remained calm, but the content gradually became heavier.

"The change happened on the night of the family trip home."

"We were attacked by ghosts. My brother, sister, even the guards and coachman who accompanied us..."

"They're all dead."

"And I was hiding behind the cargo box, watching the monster tear everyone apart... It wasn't attacking people out of hunger, it was just purely enjoying the killing."

Thinking back to that scene from my childhood.

Even the gentle Storm Pillar had a hint of gloom in his eyes.

He took off his glasses and gently wiped away the non-existent white fog.

"My father blocked the door of the cargo box with his body, while my mother covered my mouth tightly, afraid that I would make a sound and attract the monster."

"I can't quite remember what I felt like at that time."

"I only vaguely remember the sound of claws tearing through flesh and blood, and the stench of blood that was even stronger than that of a slaughterhouse."

"And... that monster's almost cathartic, maniacal laughter of pleasure."

The carriage was completely silent, with only the regular clanging of the wheels against the rails.

Shinobu Kocho had unknowingly put down the book in her hand, the heavy booklet gently pressing down on her knees.

Xia Xi also stopped eating sunflower seeds.

My senior brother's story seems rather heavy.

"The demon was eventually killed by the arriving demon hunter. A silent swordsman, using the Breath of Wind."

"He only said one sentence when he left..."

"It was roughly 'live on, and then choose between revenge or living out the rest of your life in peace.' I can't remember the exact words."

Xia Xi: That's exactly what a cheap master would say.

Igarashi put his glasses back on.

He looked at his hands, the hands that could hold a coffee cup and also cleave through gales and tear apart demons.

His expression gradually turned cold.

“I survived. My parents also passed away soon after due to their injuries and shock.”

“I inherited the family business, and then spent three years purging the restless board of directors within the family.”

"It expelled the conservatives who held important positions but were incompetent and pedantic."