As the evening breeze blew, Enmu's laughter drifted into the distance.
Tanjiro hesitated when Zenitsu had frightened the man into unconsciousness.
He took a deep breath and tried his best to balance his mindset.
He didn't know if his actions in the dream would affect reality. If they would, wouldn't that mean he would also draw his Nichirin Blade in reality?
Gritting his teeth, Tanjiro sheathed his sword.
He continued walking forward, and suddenly stopped.
"This is the smell of a ghost."
Tanjiro sniffed the air and frowned.
"But we can't find any ghosts anywhere."
Although it was very faint, I could definitely smell the ghost.
It felt like there was a thin, thin film between us.
There was a faint ghostly smell everywhere, and I had no way of pinpointing the ghost's location.
At that moment, he realized he couldn't stay there any longer.
Since I've already fallen victim to the other party's Blood Demon Art, others probably have too.
That would be the worst-case scenario if everyone were in a state of helplessness.
"Haa, haa."
Tanjiro gasped for breath, his face full of tension.
"What exactly is going on?"
At that moment, he could only understand one thing.
I am gradually waking up, but I am far from being able to wake up as usual.
"Was it because I didn't use the Total Concentration breathing technique properly?"
Tanjiro's mind raced as he considered all the possibilities.
"Because of the enemy's attack, I am currently only asleep."
Large beads of sweat instantly streamed down Tanjiro's face. He bit his lower lip so hard that he didn't even realize it was bleeding.
Just as he was wondering what to do, a figure suddenly appeared behind him.
"Pick up the sword, Tanjiro."
Startled, Tanjiro instinctively looked behind him.
"Cut off what you must cut off; hesitation will lead to defeat."
He left behind only this sentence, and then his figure disappeared.
Tanjiro didn't even get a clear look at the other person's face; only those words remained in his mind.
Whether it was the strange feeling before, or the reflection of myself in the water before.
These are all instinctive warnings from deep within Tanjiro's body.
At this moment, he did not yet understand that he had already noticed the "tiny clues".
"Things I should cut off..."
He repeated the sentence, and Tanjiro's mind was filled with it.
"What I need to cut off in order to wake up."
His eyes grew brighter and brighter, but Tanjiro's expression turned rather unpleasant.
"Is this the only way?"
He now understands the meaning of what he just said.
But he was still a little worried; what if he made a mistake?
Suddenly, Tanjiro slapped himself.
"Now is not the time to hesitate!"
He shook his head violently and shouted.
"Don't hesitate! Tanjiro, strike!"
Death in a dream is linked to awakening in reality.
Therefore, Tanjiro should cut off his current ties.
It's my own neck!
Yes, intense pain can cause mental turmoil.
Tanjiro had only suffered a small cut before, yet he had already undergone such a significant change.
The pain from cutting off one's own neck is naturally not insignificant.
By relying on this pain, can I escape?
Holding the Nichirin Blade across his neck, the sharp sensation sent a chill down his spine.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"
Tanjiro's fingers were trembling slightly, which showed just how nervous he was.
Tanjiro's wrist trembled uncontrollably, and he swallowed hard with his eyes closed.
"Relax, relax."
By clearing his mind as much as possible, Tanjiro gradually calmed down.
"With just a little effort, the rest is up to fate."
Not everyone has the courage to commit suicide.
Even Tanjiro was very prepared.
An ordinary person would probably have collapsed to the ground in fear.
"Ooh ooh ooh ah ah ah!"
He closed his eyes, and then exerted force with his palm.
With a soft thud, the Nichirin Blade pierced his own neck.
A large amount of fresh blood gushed out and splattered onto the ground.
On the pristine white snow, patches of flowers stained crimson with blood appeared.
Tanjiro's face turned pale, and then his body crashed heavily to the ground.
His eyes were wide open, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Before long, Tanjiro's aura completely disappeared.
He died in the snow.
Chapter 315 All Members Unsealed
"Wake up!"
With only this one thought in his mind, Tanjiro felt a jolt in his body.
A ray of light appeared before my eyes, followed by a sharp pain.
"Aaaaaah!"
Tanjiro felt as if his neck had really been cut open, and he instinctively tried to struggle.
"Oh, you're awake."
Looking at Tanjiro shouting, the Scribe said with a smile.
"How does it feel? Isn't it exciting?"
Tanjiro was still in pain and didn't listen to the Scribe's words at all.
He touched his neck but didn't feel any knife wound.
"I'm alive."
Feeling the sweat trickling down his face, Tanjiro swallowed hard, a slight tremor running through him.
"That's good, I can continue fighting."
He blinked a few times, and it took him a while to slowly come to his senses.
Mister Scribe, am I back?
"Of course, if you don't believe me, you can pinch your own face."
Upon hearing the Scribe's words, Tanjiro actually pinched his own face hard.
"Hiss~"
He gasped, as if he understood something, and gently rubbed it.
"It seems I really have returned."
Tanjiro pressed his hand against his forehead, looking rather unwell.
Anyone who had gone through such a ordeal would likely not have a good impression of it. (Reading by La)
At that moment, Tanjiro suddenly noticed a broken rope tied to his wrist.
Judging from the break in the rope, it appears to have been burned through by something.
"Is this... the aura of a ghost?"
Tanjiro glanced at the Scribe and saw a look of affirmation on his face.
"Take another look at the ticket."
Upon hearing this, Tanjiro quickly took out his train ticket.
With a slight sniff, he detected a familiar scent.
"Sure enough, there's a faint ghostly scent on this ticket."
After a moment of silence, Tanjiro seemed to have understood what had happened.
After being "infected" by the Demon Blood Art and then having their tickets checked by the ticket inspector, several of them were infected.
"What a cunning fellow."
With a serious look in his eyes, Tanjiro stuffed the train ticket back into his pocket.
To be able to unleash such powerful Blood Demon Art on a small train ticket, leaving only such a faint trace of its essence.
Just by thinking about it, you can tell that this ghost is quite extraordinary.
"By the way, how are the others?"
After thinking for a while, Tanjiro suddenly realized that the others had not yet woken up.
Looking around, he saw Kyojuro standing up, grabbing a girl by the neck.
She looked furious, muttering about the man's Zenitsu.
Nezuko's face was flushed, as if she were experiencing something happy.
There's also Inosuke, who occasionally lets out laughter and hums through his nostrils.
Upon closer inspection, he noticed that these people's wrists, like his own, were bound with a rope.
The only difference was that the ropes on their wrists were also connected to some other people they didn't know.
"Where did the person I was connected to go?!"
The thought suddenly popped into Tanjiro's mind, but he quickly put it out of his mind.
The most important thing now is not to think about where that person went.
Rather, the question is how to rescue Kyojuro and the others from their dream.