LRAB Page 36
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Before he could finish speaking, Gyomei Himejima, who had been silent all along, suddenly turned to him.
"Namo Amitabha……"
Beimingyu clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice.
"Mr. Yasui, words may be pale, but actions and existence themselves can illuminate the way forward for a moment for those who are lost."
"Your voice once pierced through the darkness and gave me salvation. Perhaps the existence of someone like you is exactly the kind of connection that Mr. Purgatory needs."
Ryosuke: "..."
Why are you joining in the commotion?
You two are playing good cop and bad cop, putting me on the hot seat, aren't you?
That was when I was emotionally charged and yelled; how can that be the same as the current situation?!
The fate you're talking about is a bit too heavy!
Kagaya seemed to understand all of Ryosuke's embarrassment and resistance.
There was no displeasure on his face, only a hint of helplessness in his gentle smile.
“I understand, this may be asking too much of you, Mr. Yasui, but Mr. Rengoku was once an incomparably dazzling flame on the path of slaying demons.”
"As the firelight gradually dimmed, I, as its master and friend, couldn't help but feel melancholy."
"If you really find it difficult, just consider it a favor I made and forget about it."
Ryosuke rolled his eyes so hard they were practically falling apart.
If you, as the lord, have said all this, what will happen if I really just walk away? Will I still be able to work in the Demon Slayer Corps?
Ryosuke was held firmly in place, with no room for resistance whatsoever.
Isn't this a kind of workplace for those born in the 1980s?
After a long while, Ryosuke finally let out a long sigh.
"I understand, my lord. Mr. Beimingyu, I will go and see Mr. Lianyu, but I cannot guarantee whether it will be of any use. I can only do my best."
Kagaya's smile finally relaxed a little.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Yasui."
After the conversation ended, Ryosuke left the courtyard with his dog head drooping.
Shota, who had been waiting in the side room, couldn't contain himself any longer and immediately went over to him when he came out.
"Hey! What does our lord want with you? Why are you being so mysterious!"
Ryosuke looked utterly dejected and waved his hand listlessly: "It's nothing, just concerned about the mental health of my subordinates. Anyway, it's not a good thing."
"Tch, if you don't say it, don't say it."
Shota pouted.
Although he was curious, he didn't ask any more questions since Ryosuke really didn't want to talk about it.
Ryosuke had no desire to linger. After finding out the address of the Rengoku family, he set off immediately.
The Rengoku family has produced Flame Pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps for generations, so their economic conditions are naturally quite good.
The mansion is ancient and grand, and has an excellent location.
Ryosuke stood in front of the door, but before he could knock, the door opened from the inside.
A young boy opened the door.
His distinctive golden-red hair, sharp eyebrows, and piercing eyes, along with a touch of childishness in his face, made him stand out.
It was Kyojuro Rengoku in his youth.
"Hello! Who are you looking for?"
Kyojuro sized up Ryosuke, guessing a thing or two from the sword at his waist and the Demon Slayer Corps uniform.
Ryosuke looked at his younger brother and felt a strange, indescribable feeling.
It's like an acquaintance suddenly acting young in front of you.
Ryosuke suppressed a laugh, his voice softening.
"Hello, I am Ryosuke Yasui from the Demon Slayer Corps. I have come to visit Mr. Rengoku on behalf of my lord."
"Oh! It's Father's colleague! Please come in!"
Kyojuro immediately stepped aside, his movements swift and decisive: "Father is in the backyard! I'll take you there!"
He led Ryosuke to sit in the waiting room for a while, then quickly left.
Not long after, a series of slightly hurried footsteps approached.
Rengoku Makijuro strode into the living room.
He was wearing a casual kimono, yet his figure remained tall and upright.
"Oh! Yasui boy! We meet again!"
Makijuro's eyes lit up as he looked at Ryosuke: "My lord sent someone to inform you beforehand! I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly!"
Ryosuke didn't say anything, but gave a slight bow.
Makijuro waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to be so polite.
His gaze swept over Ryosuke, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.
"Your aura is completely different from when we last met! Not only has your full concentration and normal state stabilized, but the life force within you has also become much stronger! It seems you haven't been slacking off during this time and have undergone quite arduous training!"
Since his liver recovered, his physical functions have improved significantly, and his strength has also increased by leaps and bounds.
Given the precedent of Beimei Island, it's not surprising that Ryosuke could see through it at a glance.
After all, as pillars, their senses are exceptionally sharp.
"I only managed to gain something by luck, but I'm still far behind Mr. Purgatory."
Makijuro nodded, seemingly wanting to say something, but his gaze involuntarily drifted deeper into the mansion.
A few coughs could be heard from there from time to time.
His brows furrowed instantly, and his worry and irritation were laid bare.
The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became somewhat somber.
Ryosuke racked his brains, but he didn't know how to start the conversation; he was so embarrassed!
Comfort? Encouragement?
He had no idea where to begin.
Should I just ask, "How is your wife's condition?"
That's way too abrupt!
Makijuro was very irritable and had no mind to think about it.
He suddenly stood up, strode to the knife rack in the courtyard, grabbed two wooden swords, and threw them to Ryosuke.
"Alright! Enough with the chit-chat!"
Makijuro called out, "You've made considerable progress lately. Since you're here, spar with me!"
Ryosuke took the wooden sword without refusing.
Within the Demon Slayer Corps, there are also sparring matches between the Pillars.
Fighting swordsmen using different breathing techniques is very helpful in improving one's strength.
Ryosuke also wanted to know how far he was from the real Pillar.
Thinking of this, Ryosuke walked to the front courtyard and bowed.
"That's offending."
Chapter 34 Battle Qi!
Makijuro, carrying a wooden sword on his shoulder, signaled to Ryosuke to attack.
Ryosuke's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his body accordingly, causing the ground beneath his feet to sink slightly, followed by a burst of lightning!
Breath of Thunder·Shape of One·Thunderbolt Flash!
Almost instantly, Ryosuke transformed into a blazing white lightning bolt and pierced towards Rengoku Makijuro's chest!
Slightly surprised, Makijuro flipped his wrist and parried with his wooden sword.
A dull bang rang out.
Ryosuke felt an immense force coming from the blade, overwhelming and uncontrollable, and his entire arm went numb from the shock.
He lost his balance and slid back several steps before he could barely dissipate the force.
"A good advance!"
Makijuro laughed loudly, then swiftly moved forward, launching his attack.
Breath of Flame, Second Form: Rising Flames!
The wooden sword in his hand seemed to truly ignite, swinging upwards with the force of a wildfire, the scorching air causing the surrounding air to distort slightly!
Ryosuke's pupils contracted, his sword technique changed, and lightning flashed again!
Thunder Breathing - Third Form: Gathering Mosquitoes into Thunder!
Several streaks of lightning shot upwards in a zigzag pattern!
Thunder and flames collided violently, devouring each other like two ferocious beasts tearing each other apart!
Ryosuke's slash was forcibly broken, and he staggered backward.
He didn't give Makijuro a moment's respite; as he swung his wooden sword, his sword strike came again!
Thunder Breathing: Fourth Form: Distant Thunder!
The raging thunder roared and pounced, but Makijuro neither dodged nor evaded, his eyes blazing with even greater fighting spirit.