A Distant Visitor Arrives

When a wolf enters a tiger's territory, it naturally has to obey the tiger's rules.

When a tiger enters a wolf's territory, it has absolutely no need to obey the wolf's commands.

The power systems of the two worlds, Hunter x Hunter x Hunter and Demon Slayer, illustrate this point.

This is also a form of suppression exerted by higher-level forces on lower-level forces.

Although Oboro cannot break the rules of this world, within the limited rules, reversing the balance is easy for him.

In Demon Slayer, there is a power system based on the 'soul'. Almost all demons, after being killed, will recall their past lives, experiencing a flashback... This also applies to the story of Gyutaro and his sister Ume going to hell after their deaths.

Even more significant is the death of Akaza Three.

In fact, many ghosts ultimately perish because they commit suicide.

The soul self-destructs.

The body and the soul are inextricably linked.

If the soul, or will, doesn't fluctuate, a demon's regenerative abilities make it impossible to kill without Nichirin Sword. The stronger the demon, the more terrifying its self-healing, and the more difficult it is to kill. Although Oboro's soul has been diminished, and he no longer possesses the specialized abilities in this area, his experience and senses remain. With his current soul power, he is still at an unimaginable level in the world of Demon Slayer.

Willpower... is also part of building Hunter x Hunter- power system.

The essence remains the same despite all the changes.

You can kill a demon by inflicting trauma or alteration on its soul through an attack.

But only he could do it.

Swordsmen in this world, including Yoriichi Tsugikuni, probably cannot touch upon the hidden concept of 'soul'.

The soul techniques he uses... can cause ghosts to die in endless pain, or they can perish in 'happiness'.

This attempt further proved Oboro's ideas and conjectures.

To the lower world, he... is a person riddled with bugs.

It can accomplish many impossible things.

"Grown ups..."

A maid came to her senses and rushed over. When she saw the bloodstains on Oboro's hands, she cried out in alarm.

"It's alright... let's go."

Long waved his hand and slowly sheathed his sword.

Just one swing of the knife and the muscles in his arm ached terribly.

The other surviving maid picked up the fallen haori and draped it over Oboro. The three of them abandoned the palanquin and continued their journey along the blood-stained mountain path, braving the wind and snow.

The two maids were terrified, but for Oboro, it was nothing more than a minor incident.

Before leaving, Oboro glanced at the dark house in the distance... inside, there were still survivors.

After the two maids, one on each side, helped Oboro disappear into the snow, a strange noise came from the room where candlelight had just been lit.

Immediately afterwards, a person dressed in Demon Slayer Corps uniform, covered in wounds, walked out and stared blankly at the direction where Oboro had disappeared.

He saw it...

That person used an ordinary samurai sword to kill the demon.

Unbelievable!

How is this possible...?

He was absolutely certain that he was right. As a Class B member of the Demon Slayer Corps, he had extensive experience and a track record of hunting demons... He could tell at a glance whether that sword was Nichirin Sword or not.

Originally, he received a message from Kasugai Crow saying that there were traces of ghosts on the mountain and that many people who had crossed the mountain had died recently, so he was ordered to come.

He was skilled enough to kill the ghost, but an unexpected event occurred: a group of fleeing refugees were also attacked at the same time.

The ghost used the lives of these ordinary people as leverage to restrain him, injure him, and imprison him in the house.

Instead of killing him immediately, they deliberately tortured him... and even ate living people right in front of him.

Just then, a noise came from the mountain path outside the door; someone else was coming...

Then, the demons began their hunt again.

But this time, they ran into a tough opponent.

The Blood Demon Art that could make one invisible was completely ineffective under the cover of darkness.

One stab... and he was killed.

The scene and sight of the flashing blades were, in his eyes, simply... breathtakingly beautiful.

He couldn't understand how a person's breathing and swordsmanship had to reach such a level to display such brilliance.

At least... he hadn't seen it.

"It couldn't be a trainer, nor a member of the Demon Slayer Corps... I've never felt that kind of breathing before..."

"Pale complexion, seemingly seriously ill, long, thin black curly hair... Ah, most striking thing is that heavy, wide black haori, as if he has a distinguished status..." Liu Yuan, who was not yet twenty, muttered to himself. After coming back to his senses, he slapped his fist in frustration.

"You should thank them."

At least, the other party saved his life.

"Inform the lord first."

The next day, Oboro and his two companions, after a long journey, finally arrived at the town at the Mount Kumotori.

During this time, Oboro realized that the surviving Demon Slayer Corps swordsman was trying to catch up, and that he couldn't shake him off with his speed and agility, so he changed his route with the two maids.

In addition, the heavy snow kept falling, quickly erasing the footprints on the ground, so the two sides did not interact.

After a brief rest at a guesthouse in town, Oboro went up the mountain to see Kamado Tanpei.

I wonder how many generations removed Kamado Tanpei is from Sumiyoshi Kamado.

The town isn't big; with a little inquiry, you can find out how to get to the hearth of the Kamado Tanpei.

Every so often, Kamado Tanpei would go down the mountain to sell charcoal, just like Tanjiro in the original story, and he was highly regarded by the local people.

However, Oboro's timing was unfortunate. A few days ago, Kamado Tanpei had just gone down the mountain to sell a batch of charcoal, so... he wouldn't be coming again anytime soon.

At this time, the town was not as clean and tidy as it would be a hundred years later, and there were not as many people... But in the current chaotic world, its unique geographical location made it a quiet paradise.

At least they won't be frequently affected by war.

At midday, the sky was clear and blue.

The thick snow on the mountain has covered the road, but traces of people walking can still be seen.

From the town's perspective, the mountain doesn't appear very large, but its slope is quite steep, and the environment makes it extremely difficult to traverse. Even for an average person, the relentless climb would be unsustainable. At the foot of the mountain, a few scattered hunters lived, and they were all quite surprised to see Long and his companions, especially Long's attire, which made him appear like a very important figure in such a small place.

An elderly person kindly spoke up, indicating that it was somewhat dangerous to go up the mountain at this time.

After learning that Oboro was looking for Kamado Tanpei, he enthusiastically led the way and pointed in the direction.

In the anime, Tanjiro walks effortlessly on the mountain path, while Oboro, after walking this path, is panting heavily, almost unable to breathe, and has a headache.

My health is still too poor...

We need to act quickly regarding the matter of bloodshed.

But Oboro doesn't even look at the blood of ordinary ghosts.

The waning moon is meaningless, and the waxing moon is barely acceptable.

After a long time, as dusk approached, Oboro finally spotted a small house standing in a clearing in the woods.

Arrive.

Not far away, a little boy wearing a kimono stuffed with cotton was chopping firewood with a small axe in his hand. His face was rosy and he looked about seven or eight years old.

There were sewn patches on her clothes, and she had a pair of innocent and simple big eyes, dark and bright, watery... She was very cute.

They wore straw sandals, but the cotton cloth wrapped around their calves was very thick.

He kept exhaling hot breaths from his mouth.

Hearing the noise, they stopped what they were doing and stared blankly over.

"Ah... hello."

Upon seeing the stranger, the little boy showed no panic. Instead, he dropped the axe and politely bowed to the man who appeared before him.

"May I have your name?"

Long covered his mouth with a clean white handkerchief, coughed, and asked gently.

"Kamado Tanjiro, my name is Kamado Tanyilang."

The boy raised his head, showing no stage fright whatsoever.

"Hello, Kamado Tanjiro, my name is Oboro... It's nice to meet you."

A cold wind howled in, causing the snow that had been cleared to be covered with a new layer of ice crystals.

The drifting snow haze swirled around Oboro. In the eyes of little Kamado Tanjiro, Oboro's haori trembled in the wind, and his tousled hair was lifted up, revealing a 'beautiful' face that he had never seen before. The calm and gentle smile on his face gave the man a unique temperament.

With the interplay of light and shadow, it seems to blend into the world, becoming a beautiful painting.

For a moment, Kamado Tanjiro was stunned.

Just then, a sound was heard, and the door in the distance was pushed open.

"Father...someone is coming."

Kamado Tanjiro blushed and ran back somewhat embarrassed.