The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable

Uh-huh!

Uh-huh!

Several people stood on the cold ice, wearing footbags and waving the bone knives in their hands vigorously.

Murata chopped the air in front of him with excitement on his face.

After putting down the heavy log, the knife in his hand suddenly felt as light as if it was about to fly!

Just wave it casually and you can quickly leave slash marks in the air!

The others were also practicing the basics, but Ayan was stunned on the spot, looking down at the knife in his hand.

The knife... is too small...

Ayan, who was holding the bone knife, looked at the bone knife that was a little too small in his hand with a strange look on his face.

Shang Quannai stood next to him and scratched his head.

He looked up at Ayan, who was more than two meters tall, and then at the bone knife that was as long as a knife.

This bone knife doesn't look as long as Ayan's forearm.

...It's a bit inappropriate. What kind of weapon do you like to use? Shang Quanna put his hand on his chin and said to Ayan thoughtfully: The one you are used to.

Ayan thought slowly for a while and answered angrily:

...Naginata.

...Onaginata. Ayan seemed to feel something was wrong, and slowly added.

That's it...

Shang Quannai nodded, thinking about taking the bone knife from Ayan's hand.

After holding the bone knife, he weighed it twice:

The naginata does suit you.

Then, under Ayan's increasingly shocked gaze, the bone knife in Shang Quannai's hand began to slowly deform and twist.

Creak...

The blade did not shorten, but became wider.

The handle of the knife turned into a cylinder, slowly extending.

Finally, a heavy naginata with a broad blade and a curved blade was born.

Aiwa took the large naginata from Shangquan Nai's hand with both hands, put the shaft on the ground, and looked up.

The pure white big naginata made of bone already exceeded his own height.

In other words, the length of this long-handled knife has reached over 2m!

Shang Quannai clapped his hands, took two steps back, and looked at his masterpiece with pride.

Aiwa's height and strong physique, coupled with a naginata that is over 2m long.

Isn't this right? A big boss with high attack and defense skills?

With people like this in the Demon Slayer Corps, once the next generation of more determined members joins the team, the team's strength should be able to start quickly!

At this time, my wife Renshan looked at Ayan who had a special weapon. He looked down at Raikiri on his waist and then at the bone knife.

He immediately ran over and shouted to Shang Quanna:

Give me one too!

Shang Quannai put his hands on his hips and glanced at my wife Renshan who ran over excitedly:

Okay, how do I change it?

I want to... leave only the blade of this knife and embed it in the Raikiri...

Snapped!

Hey! Why are you hitting people? Hey!

Keep only the blade! I want you to keep only the blade! Shang Quannai slapped my wife Ren Shan on the head and cursed:

“I don’t know how to leave something for future generations!”

Snapped!

It hurts! Ah! Stop fighting!

Murata looked at the excitement here. He scratched his head, stopped training, and came over with some embarrassment:

Actually... this knife is a bit too heavy for me...

Okay, just wait a moment while I train this thick-skinned guy!

Next to him, the man with white feathers touched the Fujika warrior with his elbow and said softly:

Aren't you going to change your weapon?

The rattan warrior turned his head away, holding the sword in his hand, his eyes like a cabinet:

I'm used to using the knife, there's no need to change it again!

Hearing what the Fujika warrior said, Haori in white was speechless and choked.

...Okay, I'll change it then.

After saying that, the man with white feathers ran towards Shang Quanna, who was surrounded by several people. As he ran, he raised the bone knife in his hand and shouted:

Director Nai! Give me a good stab at this knife too!

The Fujika samurai stared blankly at the back of the white feathered man running away.

He looked around again and saw everyone else except himself.

He lowered his head and held the knife in his hand, feeling a little confused.

Finally, he gritted his teeth.

Your Excellency Nai! I may still be lacking a bit of support!

The Fujika samurai ran behind the white feathered man.

…

…

Ubuyashiki family.

Several people have returned to the courtyard and are still practicing.

Since it was not yet night, the sun had not completely set.

So they still have enough strength to continue training or rest.

Shang Quannai returned to his doctor's room.

There were no lights in the dim guest room.

He lay on the table unconsciously, breathing rapidly.

Ten days later, after his dual-core processor crashed and fell into a coma, he managed to stay awake with a single-core and dual-thread system for another ten days.

For ten days, he tried not to use power, but taught the members of the Demon Slayer Corps through words and techniques.

...Isn't it possible...?

……No…

Shang Quannai bit the tip of his tongue forcefully, but the pain, which had been weakened by the ghost's physique to the point of insignificance, could not wake him up at all.

Crack!

Shang Quannai shook his body in a daze! He forced his body to twist in a weird arc!

Boom! Boom!

Shang Quannai barely opened his eyes due to the continuous fractures and fractures. He supported his body with both arms and stood up staggeringly.

He weakly picked up the bone knife on the side and scratched himself!

Poof!

The blade penetrates the flesh! Shang Quannai narrowed his eyes and forced the knife into his body!

Wow! Snap!

As the blood spattered and dripped onto the ground, slight pain was transmitted to the brain, and Shang Quannai finally opened his eyes.

...No, you can't sleep here...

In his mind, he thought of the Kamado family far away in Mount Sagi.

Relying on Ganlu Temple alone, she would not be able to withstand Wuhan if he forced a breakthrough!

Can't let go...

I have to go back...even if I just sleep there...

I want to leave…

At this time.

Bang!

The door behind him was opened.

Big brother! Takuya pushed open the door of the house with all his strength, then stood at the door and shouted towards Shangquan Nai, who stood up twistedly in the dark room.

He lowered his head, holding a plate of pastries in his hand. There were some traces of flour on his face, and he was looking happily into the room:

I made some food...

The young Zhuo Ye looked at Shang Quannai's back and felt something was wrong.

What’s wrong with you…

Shang Quannai had a bone knife stuck in his chest. He staggered around like a drunken man.

He forced himself to stand upright. The wound on his chest had healed and the blood was no longer flowing.

Shang Quannai walked towards the door step by step, his body swaying, and waves of sleepiness almost swallowed him up!

Big brother! Are you okay?

Zhuo Ye's vision was already blurred. After seeing the bright red blood on Shang Quannai's body, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Boom! The wooden plate with pastries in his hand fell to the ground.

Then he ran over quickly!

Looking at the knife on Shang Quannai's chest, he was a little at a loss.

In the end, he could only use his young body to support Shang Quannai's staggering figure with difficulty.

Supporting him step by step, he walked to the brightly lit corridor.

What should I do... Zhuo Ye looked at the sticky blood that his palm touched, and his heart tightened suddenly.

At this time, Shang Quannai gently patted Zhuo Ye on the shoulder.

His tone was relaxed, but his consciousness was not clear. He comforted Zhuo Ye:

Zhuo Ye...

…do not worry about me…

...Remember, you are the head of Uyashiki...

The Demon Slayers...the future lord...

“…You have to treat them well.”

When something happens...come to Samagiri Mountain...find me...

After saying that, Shang Quannai forcibly dragged his exhausted body, and slowly walked towards the exit of the corridor under Zhuo Ye's puzzled eyes.