LRAB Page 134
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"go Go."
Ryosuke smiled and waved his hand.
Nezuko ran back into the house with light steps.
Ryosuke sat down next to Tanjuro and took out several packets of medicine and tonics from his bag.
"These are prescriptions and supplements from the Demon Slayer Corps' doctor; they're good for your health."
"Sorry, I've been busy and it took so long to deliver."
"These medications need to be taken long-term to gradually regulate the body."
Tanjuro's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to tell Ryosuke not to spend so much money.
But seeing Ryosuke's concerned expression, he could only sigh softly in the end.
"For your trouble."
Ryosuke lay down without any airs, and the two didn't exchange many words.
Tanjuro was a very quiet person, and Ryosuke also enjoyed this tranquility.
A moment later, the children's exclamations rang out behind them.
"Sister is so beautiful!"
"Nezuko-neechan is like a fairy!"
Praise and exclamations rang in her ears, and Nezuko felt a little shy, looking at the dazed Ryosuke with expectant eyes.
"Mr. Ryosuke, is it good?"
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Ryosuke snapped out of his daze and was momentarily stunned.
The blue and white background made Nezuko appear even fairer, and her pink eyes, lowered shyly, added to her gentle beauty.
The sunlight shone down, enveloping her in a halo of light.
Nezuko has indeed grown quite a bit, and is already showing the beginnings of that captivating beauty.
"Well, it looks good."
Ryosuke nodded, his tone sincere.
In the original story, Zenitsu ate way too well.
Receiving Ryosuke's affirmation, Nezuko smiled knowingly.
Even Kui Zhi, who was secretly peeking out from the kitchen door, felt gratified.
My daughter has really grown up.
Feeling a little embarrassed by everyone's stares, Nezuko shyly ran to the kitchen to help.
As soon as Nezuko left, the children immediately surrounded her.
Takeo even lay on Ryosuke's back, hugging him tightly with both hands and feet.
"Mr. Ryosuke! Tell us a story!"
As a model young man of the 21st century, he ate only coarse bran when he was a child.
In addition, with a rich history of watching anime, telling a few stories is a piece of cake.
"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl whose grandmother gave her a green hat. She loved it so much that she wore it every day, so people called her Little Green Hat."
One day, Little Green Hat was going to visit her grandmother when a big, fat wolf blocked her way: "Little friend, where are you going?"
"Little Green Hat said: My grandma is sick, I'm going to bring her something."
The big fat wolf laughed and said, "Aren't your breasts fat?"
"Little Green Hat said: My breasts are so fat!"
The fat wolf thought to himself, "I'll trick this little brat into picking flowers, then eat the old ones first and the young ones later. Delicious!"
The big fat wolf said: "Your grandma must like flowers, right?"
"Little Green Hat shook his head and said: My grandma doesn't like flowers, my grandma likes wolfskin coats."
Takeo: ∑(っ°Д °;)っ
This, this isn't right?!
However, Ryosuke's voice did not stop, and the story became increasingly outrageous.
Tanjuro laughed and said, "Mr. Ryosuke's story is really interesting."
"So-so~"
Just then, the food was served, and Tanjiro returned.
He was taken aback when he saw Ryosuke, but then he noticed Nezuko's new kimono and understood.
"Mr. Ryosuke! You've arrived!"
"Sit down and get ready to eat."
Tanjiro nodded, placed the bamboo basket in the corner, and twitched his nose slightly.
"Did you make braised radish and miso soup today?"
Ryosuke raised an eyebrow, a hint of admiration in his voice: "Tanjiro, your nose is incredibly sensitive."
Before Tanjiro could answer, Takeo immediately spoke up.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Ryosuke! My brother's nose is amazing! It's even better than a dog's nose..."
Before he could finish speaking, Nezuko covered his mouth.
Tanjiro smiled but didn't say anything to blame him.
After lunch, Tanjuro looked tired.
"Tanjiro, you don't need to go out this afternoon. Stay home and keep Ryosuke company."
"Yes, father."
Tanjiro obediently agreed.
Nezuko, having finished clearing the dishes, sat quietly to the side.
Sunlight shone on the three of them, and the only sounds in the courtyard were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional chirping of birds.
Tanjiro looked at Ryosuke, who seemed relaxed, and asked curiously.
"Mr. Ryosuke, what interesting things happened to you this year?"
Ryosuke put his hands behind his head and pondered for a moment.
“I fight a man-eating monster every day. Although they are afraid of me, it is still fun to chase after them and slash them.”
If Ryosuke's words were heard by Muzan, the scoundrel, he might just launch into a tirade of accusations.
Muzan: What's so funny?! What's so interesting about it?! What do you take demons for?!
"Mr. Ryosuke's life is truly extraordinary..."
Nezuko chuckled dryly a few times.
Tanjiro didn't know what to say.
Ryosuke's words overturned their perception of him.
Why would those man-eating monsters be afraid of you?
Did they cut too many branches?!
It shouldn’t be...
Mr. Ryosuke is such a humble and gentle person.
Tanjiro racked his brains but couldn't figure it out for a while.
Ryosuke smiled and looked at Tanjiro: "What? Interested in my life? My daily life is quite dangerous."
Tanjiro snapped out of his daze and shook his head.
"It just seems like Mr. Ryosuke is more relaxed than last time."
Ryosuke was slightly taken aback.
During that year, besides practicing the demon-slaying manual, he also spent time studying Shimi and Kuang Jin.
Such a life is not leisurely; in fact, it is fulfilling and stressful.
But perhaps it was precisely by watching them grow up so quickly and become capable of standing on their own that Ryosuke felt some of the burden on his shoulders lifted.
And in Tong Qi's Blood Demon Art, the reconciliation and farewell that transcended time and space smoothed out the wrinkles in my heart.
With his inner conflict resolved, he naturally relaxed, though Ryosuke himself was unaware of it.
"Tanjiro."
Ryosuke changed the subject: "Don't you get tired carrying so much charcoal up and down the mountain?"
Tanjiro scratched his head, too embarrassed to answer.
He's still so young, how could he not be tired?
But he was the eldest son in his family, and his father was in poor health.
I must take on the responsibility of supporting my family, and I must persevere no matter how tired I am.
Ryosuke said with a smile, "I'll teach you a trick that will help you quickly recover your strength and relieve fatigue."
Tanjiro's eyes lit up, but he was also puzzled: "Does Mr. Ryosuke want me to train more?"
"No, it's breathing."
Tanjiro and Midouzi were puzzled.
Anyone can breathe.