Two Dreams (Continued)

Until he succeeded as head of the family.

To marry and have children.

He experienced everything a man in the Warring States period would experience.

Until one day, Katsumi was attacked by a ghost on the road.

His guards were all killed, and he himself was seriously injured.

At that moment, Yoriichi, who had been missing for a long Yoriichi, reappeared and saved him.

It was this long-awaited reunion that opened a brand new door for Katsumi.

Demons, Demon Slayer Corps, Breathing Technique, Blood Demon Art, Nichirin Blade.

Unbeknownst to him, Yoriichi had experienced so much.

In order to catch up with him again, Katsumi gave up everything in his family.

Power, status, wealth, and reputation.

He even abandoned his wife and children.

However, even after joining the Demon Slayer Corps, he still couldn't compare to Yoriichi.

Despite creating the Moon Breathing, which is second only to the Sun Breathing, Katsumi was still unhappy.

At this time, Yoriichi back a child.

"Elder Brother, from now on, I have my own disciple."

"This child is called Scribe."

Katsumi didn't take it to heart.

It wasn't until he chose to become a demon because of his Demon Slayer Mark that he began to take the Scribe seriously.

But it was too late.

She had embarked on a completely different path from Yoriichi and the Scribe.

Decades later, when he thought he was strong enough to Yoriichi blow.

If Yoriichi more time, he would surely die.

But Yoriichi was already dead.

The flute he had given him was also cut in two.

Finally, the Scribe took the body away and buried it.

For the next few hundred years, he never encountered Yoriichi again.

Until the Scribe reappeared.

A swordsman who rivals Yoriichi, or even surpasses Yoriichi, appears.

Even after exhausting all his efforts, he still could not defeat it.

Finally, the Scribe beheaded him.

The pain felt so real.

Katsumi subconsciously opened his eyes.

Where am I?

"Elder Brother, you're awake."

A familiar voice rang out.

Katsumi turned his head and saw Yoriichi sitting next to him.

"Yoriichi. Is that you?"

"It is I, Elder Brother."

"But you... I..."

Katsumi's words were somewhat incoherent.

Yoriichi also sensed that something was wrong.

"What's wrong? You don't seem to be feeling unwell."

"I'm fine..."

Looking at Yoriichi's indifferent Yoriichi, Katsumi wanted to say something.

But in the end, he just waved goodbye.

"Let me rest for a while."

"OK."

Yoriichi nodded and got up to leave the room.

Shortly afterward, a woman carrying a baby walked in.

At her feet was a child of about five or six years old.

"You are..."

"Katsumi, I heard from Yoriichi that something seems off about you."

His wife's concerned words were so familiar, yet so strange.

The anxiety on her own child's face was all too real.

Even the infant in swaddling clothes looked at him at that moment.

"Didn't I abandon you?"

"What abandonment?"

His wife smiled slightly.

"You are not that kind of person."

"How could Lord Katsumi, who would spend over a decade searching for his missing younger brother, abandon us?"

At that moment, the child ran into Katsumi's arms.

"Father, is there something I did wrong that made you unhappy?"

Feeling the touch of the child, Katsumi paused slightly.

He didn't speak, but simply raised his hand and gently stroked his child's head.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke.

"I'm fine, I just want to be alone for a while."

The child nodded, and then left the room with his mother and younger brother.

I don't know how much time had passed, but then I heard a knock on the door again.

"Uncle-Master, how are you?"

Upon hearing this, Kokushibo was shocked.

"Come in."

"Then I'll take my leave."

As the door opened, a child of about seven or eight years old walked in.

Despite their age difference, Katsumi recognized the other person at a glance.

"The Scribe."

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to hear you call my name again."

"Uncle-Master, I feel like something's off about you today."

The Scribe scratched his head and then helped Katsumi up.

"The weather is so nice, let's go outside to practice our swordsmanship."

"I've wanted to learn your Moon Breathing for a long time."

"Please teach me quickly."

Katsumi's face was filled with shock.

He had no idea what was going to happen next.

By the time I came to my senses, it was already evening.

I am admiring the moon.

On his left are his wife and son.

On the right is Yoriichi, the Scribe.

This was something Katsumi had never imagined.

It was something he longed for deep down, yet was unwilling to admit.

A bright moon hangs high in the sky.

The moonlight was bright, cold, and lonely.

In the decades that followed, Katsumi lived a very fulfilling life.

When they discover the whereabouts of a demon, they will go out together with Yoriichi to Demon Slayer.

When he got home, he could see his wife and son.

In their spare time, Scribe would often come to consult them.

Katsumi is very satisfied with his current life.

Although she could not compare to Yoriichi, she felt no jealousy whatsoever.

Whenever Demon Slayer Corps swordsman mentions Yoriichi, he speaks with pride.

"That's my brother, whom I'm so proud of!"

He was unable to continue fighting until he was twenty-five years old, because of the markings on his Demon Slayer Mark.

Lying in bed, with Yoriichi and Scribe standing beside her.

"Master Uncle, are you going to die?"

"Elder Brother..."

Looking at the two people in front of him, Katsumi's face showed a smile.

"Don't cry for me."

"After I die, the burden of eliminating Muzan will be entrusted to you."

"Yoriichi, Scribe, forgive me."

As he finished speaking his last words, Katsumi slowly closed his eyes.

Everything went dark.

But from the darkness, a figure gradually appeared.

It is Yoriichi.

He was an elderly Yoriichi who had been cut in two by himself.

"Yoriichi, do you hate me?"

"Elder Brother, I have never hated you."

Upon hearing this, Katsumi took a step forward.

With each step he took, Yoriichi's appearance became a few years younger.

When she came to his side, Yoriichi had already returned to his twenties.

The two brothers were in the prime of their lives.