Ghost Slayer: My Wife Kanao

"Because...you will die."

The light words made Makomo and Sabito look very troubled.

Over the years, they have seen with their own eyes the senior brothers and sisters who were full of confidence and enthusiasm, looking forward to becoming members of the Demon Slayer Corps, and finally... the scene of never seeing them again.

Their senior brothers and sisters all participated in the trial at Mount Sagiri... and never returned.

They can guess that there may be a powerful demon in the mountain, one that seems to be secretly targeting the disciples under their master's tutelage.

But Sabito and Makomo are not afraid.

Only, they don't want to see their teacher's disappointed eyes again.

Every year, the teacher looks at the students he has taught, as they go to Mount Sagiri for the trial with confidence.

Both Makomo and Sabito could feel the anticipation in their teacher's eyes.

They could feel the strong confidence in their teacher's clenched fists and encouraging hand.

But time and time again, what awaited them, without exception, was only bad news.

They clearly felt that... their teacher's mood was getting lower and lower.

He was also feeling more self-blame.

Becoming more silent.

Although their teacher didn't say anything to Makomo and Sabito, they knew that his eyes were full of guilt.

The teacher felt that he had harmed his students.

So, when Makomo and Sabito approached their teacher with full confidence and expressed their desire to participate in the Mount Sagiri Trial, he refused decisively.

Both Makomo and Sabito knew that their teacher didn't want to lose any more students.

But these are not what they want to see.

They want to unravel the knot in their teacher's heart. Those brothers and sisters who passed away at Mount Sagiri never blamed their teacher.

They want their teacher to understand that all this is not his fault, but their own choice.

Choosing to participate in the trial at Mount Sagiri was their own choice.

Even if devoured by demons, his students never stopped wielding their swords for themselves.

All of this is not their teacher's fault.

Teacher, you should not bear this pressure.

So, they must never... must not die, must never let their teacher down again.

Never let him wait any longer.

At the same time, they want to kill all the demons there.

To avenge... the deceased senior brothers and sisters.

So, when Sam said, "They...will die," Makomo and Sabito reacted so strongly, not out of fear of death.

But because they can't keep their beloved teacher...waiting any longer.

They all love Mr. Sakonji Urokodaki,

And... many brothers and sisters are watching them.

They... must not fail again.

Never let their teacher down again.

"We will not die... we will never die." Sabito gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

"Really? Are you questioning my words? Or, can you break this rock?" Sam turned his head, his golden eyes under the bamboo hat sneering.

I have to say that Sabito's strength is very good.

But at the same time, his weaknesses are also evident.

A strong sense of justice and strong self-confidence.

A strong sense of justice will add a lot of burdens to him. For example, in the future, during the Mount Sagiri Trial, Sabito will continue to run around the mountains to rescue other swordsmen injured by demons, almost relying on his own strength.

He tried his best to wipe out all the demons attacking the mountain, but he was also exhausted.

Because he was too confident, when facing the Hand Demon, his confident strike could have killed the demon, but his sword failed to cut through the demon's hard neck. Because of his self-confidence, he never left a way out, so he died tragically at the hands of the Hand Demon from exhaustion.

It's not that the sense of justice and self-confidence are wrong, it's just that these require stronger strength to support them.

But obviously, neither Sabito nor Makomo are able to support these now.

So, it was doomed from the start.

"I can't break the rock, but... I don't believe what you say." Sabito pulled out the Nichirin Blade in his hand, and the long sword like autumn water was out of its sheath, shining coldly under the moonlit night.

Sabito's sword had a blue blade, a white handle, and a black hexagonal guard.

"Because... even if you can break the rock... you still can't defeat me."

"That's it."

Sabito held the hilt of the sword with five fingers, stepped forward, and bowed slightly at this moment.

"Sakonji Urokodaki's disciple, Sabito, please give me your advice."