LRAB Chapter 100 Remembering
Chapter 100 Remembering
Giyu Tomioka gripped his Nichirin Blade, which gleamed with a pale blue light, and steadily approached Tanjiro step by step, his heterochromatic haori swaying gently in the cool forest breeze.
Every step he took felt like stepping on Tanjiro's heartbeat.
His expression remained cold and unwavering, his dark blue eyes showing only indifference towards demons, and his sword always pointed directly at Tanjiro.
It seemed as if if Tanjiro took another step back, he would immediately swing his sword down.
Tanjiro, holding Nezuko, retreated repeatedly until his back was pressed against the thick tree trunk, leaving him with nowhere to go.
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, soaking the stray hairs on his forehead, and even his palms were sweaty. Yet, he still held Midouzi tightly in his arms, afraid that he might accidentally hurt his sister.
He opened his mouth, but the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat.
Tanjiro looked at Giyu Tomioka's expressionless face, and his anxiety surged like a tide, his mind in complete chaos.
Oh no, how am I supposed to explain this? This person is so strong. How did I even survive against him?
His gaze swept over Giyu Tomioka's hand, which gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. The hand was as steady as a rock, without the slightest tremor, clearly the hand of a veteran who had experienced countless life-or-death battles.
Tanjiro could clearly feel the chilling aura emanating from the other party. He had just gone through a life-or-death battle with Rui, and his strength was already completely exhausted.
If a real fight were to break out, there would be absolutely no chance of resistance, let alone protecting the little bean in her arms.
As Yoshiyuki Tomioka pressed closer, a doubt quietly crept into his mind.
He had seen countless evil spirits, some vicious and cunning, some cunning and evasive, and some that would threaten ghost hunters with humans as hostages. But the boy in front of him was different from all the evil spirits.
What is he doing? He's not running away, not threatening anyone, and not even trying to harm the girl in his arms...
The thought flashed through his mind, but he quickly suppressed it. Ghosts are the most vicious, and he could not show the slightest leniency.
"Let it go!"
Giyu Tomioka finally stopped three steps away from Tanjiro. His cold voice broke the silence of the forest, and he slightly raised his Nichirin Blade, the tip pointing directly at Tanjiro's brow.
Tanjiro looked down at Nezuko, who was still unconscious in his arms. Her brows furrowed slightly, and then she looked up at Giyu Tomioka's cold eyes, her heart filled with helplessness and despair.
How could he possibly put down Mi Douzi? She was his only family, the person he would risk his life to protect. Even if it meant death, he would never let go of her.
When Giyu Tomioka saw that Tanjiro was still holding Nezuko, he moved the next second.
Tanjiro only felt a blur before his eyes, and Tomioka Giyuu, who had been standing three steps away, suddenly appeared in front of him!
The blue Nichirin Blade slashed fiercely towards his neck with incredible speed, leaving a pale blue afterimage in the moonlight.
Tanjiro's crimson eyes widened, and only one thought remained in his mind.
[So fast, it was just in front of me, and now it's only been a blink of an eye... Am I going to die?]
He tried to raise his hand to block, tried to spin around to dodge, but his body seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to make even the slightest movement.
The fierce battle just now had exhausted all his strength. Faced with Giyu Tomioka's thunderous attack, he didn't even have time to react and could only watch helplessly as the gleaming blade drew closer and closer.
It's all over!
Giyu Tomioka remained completely unmoved and swung his sword down towards Tanjiro's neck.
At this critical moment, Nezuko, who was in Tanjiro's arms, slowly opened her eyes as her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Her blurred vision gradually cleared, and when she saw the figure wielding a sword in front of her, and that distinctive bi-colored haori, she subconsciously called out softly.
"Yiyong-san?"
This soft call struck Yoshiyuki Tomioka's ears like a thunderclap.
His body jolted violently, his sword-wielding motion abruptly halting. A powerful shockwave shot through his wrist, causing his fingertips to go slightly numb.
But the Nichirin Blade still landed on Tanjiro's neck. The cold blade cut through his skin, and warm blood instantly seeped out, slowly sliding down the blade.
Tanjiro tilted his head to the side, clenching his teeth so tightly that even his breathing became labored.
He could clearly feel the coldness of the blade against his neck, and the sharp pain that went deep into his bones. Blood flowed down his neck into his collar, and the sticky sensation made his whole body tense.
He kept swallowing, his eyes fixed on the Nichirin Blade pressed against his neck, still feeling lingering fear.
What just happened? There was absolutely no time to react! It was so close, so very close...
Yoshiyuki Tomioka slowly lowered his head, his dark blue eyes falling on Mameko's face.
Her face was still pale, and her eyes still held the weakness of someone who had just woken up from a coma. Yet she stared at him blankly, her clear eyes showing no fear, only a hint of surprise and familiarity.
"you……"
For the first time, Yoshiyuki Tomioka's voice wavered, carrying a hint of barely perceptible doubt.
"It really is you, Mr. Giyu!"
Midouzi finally saw the person in front of her clearly, and a hint of excitement flashed in her eyes. Her originally weak expression became more lively.
When she first woke up from her coma, she thought she was hallucinating, but when she saw the unique, unusually colored haori, she realized that it really was Giyu Tomioka.
"Brother, Mr. Yiyong is here... um..."
Nezuko turned around happily, wanting to introduce Tanjiro to the benefactor who had saved her and her brother.
But when her gaze fell on Tanjiro's neck, on the Nichirin Blade held to her brother's neck...
The words caught in his throat, his smile froze, and his eyes were filled with astonishment and confusion.
Tanjiro looked at Nezuko's stunned expression, awkwardly twitched the corner of his mouth, and took advantage of the moment when Giyu Tomioka was distracted to slowly move his foot away from the cold blade.
The cut healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a faint red mark that disappeared without a trace after a moment.
But the relaxation after the tension, coupled with the exhaustion after the battle, made him unable to hold on any longer. Holding Mi Douzi, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his back against the tree trunk, panting heavily.
[Great, Midouzi, you woke up just in time!]
Tanjiro looked at his sister in his arms with a bitter smile, and couldn't help but sigh. If it had been a second later, he probably would have been beheaded.
Looking at the disappearing wound on her brother's neck, and then at the complex expression on Tomioka Giyuu's face, Mizuko instantly guessed the cause and effect of the matter.
She kept glancing left at Giyu Tomioka and right at Tanjiro, thinking to herself.
[Mr. Righteousness... he...!]
Giyu Tomioka stood there, and Nezuko's clear "Giyu-san" unlocked his long-sealed memories like a key.
A blurry image flashed through his mind.
In the midst of a heavy snowfall, in the burned-down wooden house, a wounded boy, now a ghost, protects his younger sister.
But his sister gripped the axe tightly, wanting to fight him to the death.
In an instant, Giyu Tomioka's gaze fell on Tanjiro, scrutinizing him closely.
Familiar eyes and brows, that unwavering protectiveness etched into his very bones, and the delicate-looking girl in his arms…
As all the details gradually overlapped, his pupils contracted slightly, and his tone carried a hint of disbelief.
"You... are the brother and sister from back then!"
Upon hearing Yoshiyuki Tomioka's words, Nezuko was stunned for a moment before confirming her guess, feeling helpless.
As expected, Mr. Giyu has truly forgotten what happened back then!
Tanjiro had also recovered and leaned against the tree trunk, looking at Giyu Tomioka. The tension in his eyes had lessened, replaced by a sense of relief.
It turns out that he survived because Giyu Tomioka spared his life. This seemingly cold swordsman was not without emotion.
Giyu Tomioka stood there, his dark blue eyes swirling with complex emotions—surprise, guilt, and a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment.
Just as the three were about to continue their conversation, and the atmosphere in the forest had just eased, a sharp sword aura suddenly attacked from the depths of the forest, carrying a chilling aura, and went straight for Tanjiro and Nezuko!
Wherever the sword energy passed, leaves shattered, and the air was filled with the soft fluttering of butterfly wings. Countless white butterflies fluttered and danced around the sword energy.
Yoshiyuki Tomioka reacted instantly, his expression changing drastically.
Tanjiro and Nezuko turned their heads sharply, their eyes filled with terror.
A pink flash of light streaked through the forest like a shooting star; the uniquely shaped Nichirin Blade gleamed with a faint pink glow.
The blade is slender, and the tip carries a chilling killing intent; it is none other than Shinobu Kocho's Nichirin Blade!
At this moment, Tanjiro and Nezuko were already exhausted and didn't even have the strength to lift their hands. Faced with this sudden and fierce attack, the two could only watch helplessly as the blade approached, having no strength to stop it.
At this critical moment, Giyu Tomioka moved again.
He appeared as if teleporting, blocking Tanjiro and Nezuko's path. His Nichirin Blade was instantly drawn, and the pale blue and pink blades clashed fiercely!
"clang--!"
The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed through the forest as two blades intertwined, scattering pale blue and pink light in all directions, causing countless white butterflies to flutter in all directions.
Giyu Tomioka stood firmly in place, and with a slight exertion of his wrist, he deflected Shinobu Kocho's attack. He held his Nichirin Blade horizontally in front of him, his dark blue eyes coldly watching the figure before him.
Shinobu Kocho's figure landed on a tree branch not far away, her pink butterfly feathers swaying gently in the wind.
She tilted her head slightly, still wearing that gentle smile, and looked at Yoshiyuki Tomioka with a hint of doubt in her voice.
"Huh? Mr. Tomioka, what are you doing?"