Returning to Mount Sagiri, everything hadn't changed much.
The door of the house was pulled open, and Urokodaki Sakonji, in the house, seeing Takeshi suddenly returning, was slightly stunned, quickly putting on the tengu mask that was placed on the side.
"Cough, cough, why did you suddenly come back?"
Having put on the mask, he turned around again, facing Takeshi. Instinct told him that there must be something going on with Takeshi's sudden return this time.
Takeshi's eyes fell on the mask, chuckling, saying, "There aren't any outsiders, it doesn't matter whether you wear a mask or not! Anyway, I've already seen it."
Urokodaki Sakonji, who had always shown himself with a mask, suddenly having his face seen by Aoyama, felt a little unaccustomed.
Coughing lightly, he changed the subject, saying, "Are Tanjiro and Nezuko okay?"
Knowing that Mr. Urokodaki was changing the subject, Takeshi went along with it, saying, "They're all fine. Tanjiro broke a few ribs in the battle, and he's resting somewhere else now."
Regarding Mr. Urokodaki's face, Takeshi had seen it more than just that one glance just now. Early on, when he had transmigrated over, he had held back his curiosity.
On a certain cold day, he had gotten up early, going to the waterfall that Mr. Urokodaki often went to wash up at, squatting there, personally seeing Mr. Urokodaki taking off his mask to wash up.
Of course, only Takeshi knew about this.
And the reason that Mr. Urokodaki wore a mask was because in a demon slaying mission in the past, he had been mocked by a demon who found his face too soft for a formidable demon slayer, so later on, he had always shown his face to demons and people with a mask.
"In Asakusa, Tokyo, Tanjiro and I encountered Kibutsuji Muzan, and I fought with him."
Urokodaki Sakonji's hand stopped moving, instead continuing to poke at the fire. Kibutsuji Muzan, who had always been very secretive, how had Aoyama and Tanjiro easily encountered him? Was there some reason for this?
"On the way back, I encountered the 'gift' that Kibutsuji Muzan had sent me—two demons!" Saying this, Takeshi drew his sword, holding his sword in front of him.
Urokodaki Sakonji's eyes fell on Aoyama's sword. The color of the sword seemed to have a slight change, especially the golden line on the blade seemed to have darkened in color.
Takeshi had two things to do this time: first, to tell Mr. Urokodaki about Kibutsuji Muzan; second, it was his sword.
Ever since the system had enhanced the sharpness of his sword last time, in the later process of using the sword, although it didn't have much of an impact, he could feel that his sword had become heavier.
"Your sword... is there something wrong with it?" Urokodaki Sakonji asked.
Takeshi naturally couldn't say anything about the system, only saying simply, "I feel that my sword has become heavier! Have you or people in the past ever encountered this situation?"
If the sword became heavier, it would affect the body during the process of using it, and the speed of swinging the sword would be slowed down.
"This... when using breathing techniques, as well as external influences, the sword will have a situation where it becomes heavier; this is the force on the sword increasing."
Urokodaki Sakonji said to Takeshi.
Takeshi shook his head. "No, I understand what you're saying. But my sword has definitely become heavier. Even now, without using breathing techniques, holding it in my hand, the weight is a little different than before."
Urokodaki Sakonji carefully examined the sword in Aoyama's hand. A color-changing blade, he hadn't encountered the situation that Aoyama was talking about.
"Give it to me, let me take a good look at it for you." He also wanted to figure out what was going on.
Takeshi handed the sword to Mr. Urokodaki, and having nothing to do, he took his wooden sword that he had used before and left the house.
The giant rock in the forest.
This rock was the place where he used to lie down and sleep, and now it was covered with leaves, with weeds growing all around.
Takeshi put his hand on the giant rock, and a breeze blew past, a thick fog rising behind him, and a figure walked out of the thick fog. It was Makomo.
"Aoyama... you're back?"
"Sister Makomo!" Takeshi put down his hand, turning around.
Makomo's expression was slightly unnatural. 'Sister', he had never called her that before.
Realizing that something was wrong, Takeshi touched his head, his mind a little confused, smiling, explaining, "In terms of seniority, I should call you sister, but, Makomo-chan, it's been a long time!"
Makomo subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, instead nodding. "You encountered Kibutsuji Muzan?"
Since she had asked that, she must have already known, and Takeshi nodded without hiding it. "Yes, I encountered him, but unfortunately, he got away!" A bitter smile appeared on his face, and he felt a little unhappy in his heart.
Looking at the bitter smile on Aoyama's face, this was a smile that she had never seen before. The Aoyama of the past wouldn't smile like this; even when facing danger, he wouldn't show a somewhat dejected smile.
Makomo stepped forward, grabbing Aoyama's sleeve. "Aoyama, you also have worries now, you think too much, and you have more concerns.
Attachments will take root, and they will entangle your heart, and you won't be able to move forward smoothly."
"Worries? Concerns?" Takeshi pondered. "Aren't these normal things to have?"
Takeshi was puzzled. People had emotions and desires, were having worries and concerns, wrong?
"During the Final Selection on Mount Fujikasane, when fighting the Hand Demon, I thought about how he had survived for so long. I thought he was too powerful, and I worried about whether I could defeat him...
All of this made my movements no longer clean and neat, and the sword I swung had a deviation."
"Aoyama, do you understand what I mean? What were you thinking when you fought the Hand Demon back then?"
Listening to Makomo's words, Takeshi fell into deep thought. He back then...
He held the belief that he would definitely slay the Hand Demon, avenging Makomo, Sabito, and the others.
Takeshi suddenly understood what Makomo was telling him. It was the heart, the original heart, to maintain the original heart!
A smile appeared on his face, about to open his mouth to thank Makomo, but her figure was gradually disappearing into the thick fog, not giving him time to say his thanks.
"Makomo-chan! Thank you!"
Takeshi shouted towards the empty forest.
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