Shinjuro Rengoku frowned at Kurozawa's unyielding aura.
"Human laws."
He thought for a moment but couldn't come up with an answer.
When Demons caused trouble and killed people, it was difficult to find evidence or traces linking them to humans. Furthermore, with bodies completely gone and no murder weapons, under the existing laws and methods of evidence collection, there was absolutely nothing they could do about the Iguro Family.
Seeing Shinjuro Rengoku frown in thought, Kurozawa said softly, "You see, there's nothing you can do."
"Unless the existence of Demons can be revealed to the world in the future, for matters like this, if a swordsman chooses to abide by the rules, they can only let evildoers run rampant."
Kurozawa eradicating the entire Iguro Family wasn't because he was inherently good-hearted. It was mainly to cut off the roots and, well, for the large amount of Potential Points.
The number of Potential Points obtainable from humans exceeded Kurozawa's imagination, making him quite envious. However, he couldn't bring himself to kill indiscriminately under any circumstances; that was his bottom line. But for a family like the Iguro Family, where evil meets its match, he acted without the slightest hesitation.
Time slowly passed. Under the standoff between the two swordsmen, the atmosphere at the harbor was somewhat heavy.
After about two minutes, the aura gathered around Shinjuro Rengoku suddenly dispersed. The locked-on hostility Kurozawa felt towards himself also disappeared.
Turning around, Shinjuro Rengoku walked towards Hachijo Island.
"Today, I am just a traveler."
"Your business, I won't interfere, but I doubt it can be hidden."
"Think about how you'll explain it to the Master."
After speaking, Shinjuro Rengoku slowly walked away in the night wind, a wild grass stalk still in his mouth, looking quite unrestrained and not looking back.
Kurozawa watched his retreating figure, then lowered his head to Iguro Obanai and said, "Wait here. As soon as there's a boat tomorrow, I'll take you away from Hachijo Island."
Immediately, Kurozawa no longer paid attention to Iguro Obanai, sat down on the beach, and circulated his Breathing Technique. His muscles pulsed, and his breathing circulated.
As for Shinjuro Rengoku's words, Kurozawa understood.
The Demon Slayer Corps' intelligence system was excellent. Even if Shinjuro Rengoku didn't say anything, Kurozawa's actions on Hachijo Island today would quickly be reported to the Demon Slayer Corps Leader. At that time, it was likely that others would come to detain him and take him to the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters for questioning.
But looking at the over five hundred Potential Points in his sight, a faint smile appeared on Kurozawa's face. He wasn't at all nervous about the potential accountability from the Demon Slayer Corps.
Ultimately, strength was always the most important thing.
Once Kurozawa's strength reached the Pillar level, killing a few dozen evildoers was nothing. The Demon Slayer Corps Leader would definitely turn a blind eye and not pursue it. Furthermore, with Kurozawa's current level, it was impossible for him to receive severe punishment.
At most, it would just be a period of confinement.
Three days later, noon, Asakusa.
Kurozawa strolled through the busy downtown area with Iguro Obanai.
The train ride back from Hachijo Island had been uneventful. The two of them arrived safely in Asakusa.
He had thought that since Hongyue was stationed in Asakusa, it might be a bit dangerous, but during the daytime, he probably wouldn't encounter Hongyue. Since they were in a big city like Asakusa, Kurozawa planned to pick out some small gifts for his junior disciples.
He wasn't called Senior Disciple for nothing. Kurozawa had always doted on his junior disciples. In the entire Demon Slayer Corps, only these people had a true bond with him; his relationship with other swordsmen wasn't significant.
In a small but exquisite little shop, Kurozawa looked around and settled on a hairpin.
It was a wooden hairpin, with a small twelve-pointed snowflake pendant hanging from the end of the smooth wooden pin. It looked small and delicate.
"This... I'll give to Junior Disciple Shizuka. She's been complaining about her hair being too long lately. This will be perfect for tying it up."
After looking around some more, Kurozawa also picked out an ankle bracelet with a small bell.
Junior Disciple Makomo was like a wild and lively little rabbit, very fond of hopping around. Perhaps she would like this jingling ankle bracelet, Kurozawa thought to himself.
Not long after, Kurozawa had picked out gifts for the other junior disciples as well. He also bought Iguro Obanai a new set of clothes. Unfortunately, he couldn't find a camera. Kurozawa really wanted to smile and get close to the Butterfly sisters and then snap a picture of their expressions.
With the small gifts purchased and packed, Kurozawa planned to leave Asakusa.
Stepping out of the shop, the fiery orb in the sky burned quietly, the light a bit dazzling.
It was now September, a very hot time. The sunlight could even be described as harsh.
Just as Kurozawa narrowed his eyes, preparing to lower his head to avoid the direct sunlight, a red shadow floated above his head.
"You look a bit hot. Would you like an umbrella?" A clear and pleasant female voice came from behind Kurozawa.
"Thank you... but I don't need one."
Just as he finished declining politely, Kurozawa's expression stiffened.
Because that pleasant female voice was somewhat familiar.
No way! How could I run into her in broad daylight? Taking a deep breath, Kurozawa quickly adjusted his facial expression, turning around with a hint of surprise and delight. "Hongyue? It's you. I thought that voice sounded familiar."
"I thought I wouldn't see you this time coming to Asakusa. I didn't expect such a coincidence. It seems we're quite fated."
A woman wearing a fiery red kimono stood quietly behind Kurozawa, holding a red paper umbrella, casting a shadow that enveloped both herself and Kurozawa.
The kimono the woman wore was thin and off-the-shoulder, revealing her round and beautiful shoulders, as well as her exquisite and beautiful collarbone. Her fair skin was somewhat dazzling, making people's eyes involuntarily gather upon it.
"You're finished with your business?"
Hongyue's clear voice came out. She glanced at Iguro Obanai by Kurozawa's side.
Kurozawa's peripheral vision saw Gray-White, seeing the improvable Water Breathing Fourth Form, and at the same time, he smiled and said, "Yes, this is a child from my distant relative's family. His family unfortunately all died. It's quite pitiful. I'm taking him to live with me."
Iguro Obanai looked up at Kurozawa, then lowered his head again, saying nothing.
This behavior certainly matched the persona Kurozawa had created for him.
A faint, cool smile curved Hongyue's lips. "What a poor child."
She handed the red umbrella to Kurozawa, then bent down and gently ruffled Iguro Obanai's head.
"If he bullies you, you can come find me in Asakusa. I often take in homeless people. If you'd like, you can also stay at my place."
Looking down at Hongyue's slender, fair neck, then at the red paper umbrella in his hand and the sun high in the sky, Kurozawa was caught in a fierce internal struggle.
Throw away the umbrella, break through to the Fifth Stage of the Breathing Technique with Potential Points, and then attack her?
No, that won't work. With Hongyue's strength, the sun probably can't instantly destroy her, otherwise she wouldn't have appeared. My Power of Despair can't do it right now either.
Besides, with all the buildings around, avoiding the sun is too easy.
But what is she up to? Why does it seem like she's latching onto me?
Hongyue's sudden appearance was definitely not a coincidence. Kurozawa had ample reason to believe that Hongyue had memorized his scent and tracked him down.
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