The spiritual power shuddered as he glanced peculiarly at the boy,
Through a "transparent heart," he sensed that Roy's words of "this father" were not "that father," at least it wouldn't be the Tanjiro in front of him,
He shook his head, laughed softly, and fell silent.
The mysterious boy, although like him, was born toward the sun, yet, be it in terms of understanding "swordsmanship," "sun," or "life," they were entirely different.
Sometimes, it made him, a person long since deceased, climb up from hell, unable to resist taking another look to see, to what heights could he reach in the future, and just what kind of face he'd wear...
The wind sighed, stirring Roy's fiery red long hair to flutter wildly,
Night was deepening,
This homecoming seemed to hold endless words with his parents, an overflow of warmth,
Yet, gathering and parting are always separate, it's a normalcy of life... Upon subtly noticing Tanjuro's weary expression, his coughing growing heavier, pretending to be strong despite the spirit's fatigue, Roy simply said goodbye to the two elderly.
He solemnly stood up and bowed deeply to Tanjuro and Kie Kamado, then turned and departed.
The sound of footsteps echoed... Suddenly, he heard Kie Kamado shout tremulously at his back, "Eiichiro, will you return?"
Roy's footstep halted, reaching out to catch a thread of moonlight, like grasping a fragment of homesickness, he remained silent for a moment, then with a gentle smile to the woman said, "Of course, this is also my home."
"And it's also my cognitive world," the boy silently added a phrase in his heart, sorrowful, "as if I've never been here, as if I've never left,"
Then people look up, seeing the bright moon climbing to zenith, hand releasing, letting the moonlight fly away,
He cast one last deep gaze at Tanjuro and Kie Kamado, his thought moved, summoned "Light Escape," and instantly melded into the moonlight, darting deeper into the dense forest...
The wind roared by his ears,
The night was profoundly deepened,
Tsugikuni Yoriichi's voice echoed as Roy flew, around his ears.
He said, "They can't bear to part with you,"
"Just like I can't bear to part with Shi and Ryouta."
Roy was slightly taken aback, then came to understand, Ryouta, was referring to his child who was devoured by ghosts before turning one year old.
Clad in moonlight, the boy stood high above, his fiery red long hair hanging upside down in flight, truly like that day when he was called upon as deity, only the background changed from sun to moon, his voice slightly deepened, "I know."
"I've always known."
"Just had no choice."
"The enemy is strong?" Tsugikuni Yoriichi asked in some surprise, "Muzan is dead, in this world, no one's your opponent... Kamado Eiichiro, why hurry? Why worry?"
"Because there are heavens beyond the heavens." Roy sent a warm "telekinesis" to Tsugikuni Yoriichi, nestled within his swordsmanship comprehension, maintaining his last speck of true spirit from being scattered by fierce winds, squinted ahead, towards deeper within the dark forest, dimly an ethereal blue swayed proudly, with buds waiting to bloom,
Accelerating in a dive down,
Another glance,
Within Tsugikuni Yoriichi's rippling emotions, he stepped out from the moonlight, appearing beside a very unobtrusive small mound.
The small mound covered with a layer of green weeds, weathered by sun and rain, frost and snow, evidently aged... But as Roy descended, Tsugikuni Yoriichi still recognized it at a glance, it was the tomb of Shi and Ryouta.
His figure expanded, borrowing the very last strength of his true spirit, unexpectedly emerged from Roy's body, floated lightly beside the boy, silently gazed at the grave, remaining speechless, seemed... immersed in reminiscence... again savoring past beauty, for a moment, calmly said, "Could you help clear off the grass?"
"Shi liked flowers, not grass,"
"She always said flowers, although inedible, were at least beautiful,"
"Grass was entirely useless, and always squeezed out the crops..."
Murmuring... Tsugikuni Yoriichi tilted his head, pleadingly looked... Roy nodded, reached out a hand, casually picked up a wooden stick from near the grave, with a light wave towards the grave mound... "Wind Breathing" roared forth, sweeping countless minute wind blades directly across the grave mound,
Grass debris flew scattered,
Instantly cleared thoroughly.
Tsugikuni Yoriichi's gaze shifted, instantly discerned the connection of "Wind Breathing," gratefully said, "Thank you."
The man with fiery red long hair draped at his back, bearing a gentle demeanor, restrained sharpness, reached a hand towards the grave front where winds shook, with ethereal blue gleaming brightly, buds already open, perpetually at the brink of bloom, a patch of deep blue flowers pointed, carrying a complex, inscrutable emotion, said, "This is the mythical flower, which Kibutsuji Muzan sought bitterly for a thousand years."
On the day Muzan died, Tsugikuni Yoriichi learned everything through the man's fleeting life scenes,
Momentarily, unable to say what he felt about this eerie "blue" before him....
Too many people died for "them," died due to Kibutsuji Muzan's overt and covert development of Evil Ghosts, crazily searching... Yet they were unaware, blooming alone, enticing alone, in this unremarkable mountain forest, truly... a grand irony!
Gentle yet another fierce wind blew, stirred Tsugikuni Yoriichi's spiritual power into quivering turbulence, denying peace,
Roy, with the man's gaze, measured the flower field before him, raised a hand and sent another layer of Nen to Tsugikuni Yoriichi, aiding him in stabilizing his form,
But Tsugikuni Yoriichi raised a hand to stop him instead: "I am just a dead man, the sooner I perish, the sooner I join Shi, and Ryouta down below,"
Tsugikuni Yoriichi lowered his eyelids, deep within his eyes spread all tender softness, smiled bitterly, "I swore to kill Muzan, to avenge them, but ended up... this waiting made the mother and child wait for me for centuries, truly... shameful..."
Minutes away from midnight, when the mythical flower is fully open... a peculiar floral scent wafted wide... silently threaded into human nostrils....