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Immediately, Ryosuke took him for a walk around the streets.
Muichiro thought that Ryosuke was going to buy food for Ichiro.
Who knew this guy would just bring out a jug of cloudy wine, some pig's head meat, roast chicken, peanuts...
A whole small drinking set meal left Muichiro completely bewildered.
"Mr. Ryosuke, are we really not going to bring lunch for my brother?"
"He'll take good care of himself. Besides, your brother has such a bad temper, he won't eat even if you bring him along."
Ryosuke responded and shouted to the vendor, "Boss! Don't cut the pig's ear, I'll take a whole one and eat it."
Muichiro was helpless, but he could only follow behind.
No other reason than that I have no money.
He wanted to bring food to Ichiro, but he had no way to do so.
When I got back, everything was cold and deserted.
Yuchiro sat sulking in his usual spot, ignoring everyone.
Ryosuke ignored him, sat cross-legged a short distance away, and drank and ate meat by himself.
The sake wasn't exactly fine wine, with a rough and spicy taste, but Ryosuke drank it quite happily.
The oil paper package was unfolded, revealing the brightly colored meat, with peanuts scattered to the side.
He ate slowly and deliberately, the aroma of the meat like an invisible hand, repeatedly punching Ichiro's stomach and sense of smell.
He was so hungry and miserable from the beating.
Of course, this level of intensity was not enough to make the stubborn Ichiro compromise.
He had his back to Ryosuke, his shoulders were tense, and his stomach was growling uncontrollably.
Resentment and grievances churned within me.
Don't you even apologize for lying to me?!
You took Muichiro out to eat, and you didn't even bring him anything back for me!
Now they're even drinking and eating meat, making me envious!
Are you even human?!
Yuichiro listened intently, his mind in turmoil.
Hunger and the temptation of meat had almost overwhelmed him.
Even if Ryosuke were to say something like, "Hey kid, come and have some," it would be a huge relief.
He could also take the opportunity to back down when faced with such a situation.
Ryosuke didn't indulge him and continued to enjoy himself.
"Mr. Ryosuke..."
Muichiro, still soft-hearted, glanced at his brother's back and approached Ryosuke with a pleading expression.
"I think……"
"You can eat it; help yourself."
Ryosuke interrupted him, then laughed and said, "If your brother wants to eat, let him come and get it himself."
"Who cares?"
Ichiro glared fiercely at Ryosuke.
His gesture of clutching his stomach revealed his true feelings.
And he has quite a temper.
Parents often ask: What should I do if my child is a picky eater?
A: Give him his favorite slap in the face, and he'll be fine after a few meals of hunger!
Seeing that the two were about to never speak to each other again, Muichiro picked up a chicken leg and handed it to Ichiro.
"elder brother……"
Ichiro was sulking.
Muichiro was helpless.
Time passed slowly in silence.
In the stillness of the night, the oil lamp went out.
Ryosuke seemed to be under the influence of alcohol, lying motionless on his side on the bed as if he were asleep.
"Mr. Ryosuke?"
Muichiro called out softly.
Ryosuke did not respond.
Muichiro tiptoed to his feet, glanced at his stubborn older brother, and felt helpless.
He picked up an unopened package of meat and handed it to Ichiro.
He spoke in a breathy voice, nudging Ichiro's arm: "Have something to eat."
Yuchiro was tormented by hunger and anger, and by the torment and seduction of that beast Ryosuke, he was unable to sleep.
Seeing the food in Muichiro's hands and his worried expression, the awkwardness in Muichiro's heart silently dissipated.
He glanced at Ryosuke, who seemed to be fast asleep, but in the end, he reached out and took the item, then went outside.
The moonlight spilled onto the ground, and the night breeze carried a chill.
Ichiro opened the oil paper package and began to wolf it down.
The satisfaction of eating meat dispels hunger and is exceptionally wonderful.
Just as Yuichiro was engrossed in his meal, a shadow loomed over him from behind.
Yuichiro's body stiffened.
Ryosuke appeared behind him, his face showing no signs of drunkenness and his eyes clear.
He sat down to the side, picked up a half-full jug of turbid wine, and took a sip.
"Is it tasty?"
Yuichiro's cheeks flushed, and the embarrassment and annoyance of being caught red-handed welled up in his heart.
He wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, decided to give up and ignore Ryosuke, then lowered his head and started showing off.
Ryosuke chuckled softly and said calmly.
"I just want you to know that your talent is no less than Muichiro's."
Ichiro paused slightly in his eating, without looking up.
"No matter where he is, you will always be his older brother and have the ability to protect him."
"Joining the Demon Slayer Corps will allow your talents to be put to use, instead of being buried in the mountains and living an ordinary life."
Ryosuke paused, then turned to look at him.
"I don't want to spout nonsense like 'If you have power, you should protect the weak and uphold justice.'"
"But you should know better than anyone that without power, when real danger comes, all that awaits you is tragedy."
The moonlight illuminated the boy's profile.
Ichiro lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
A night breeze rustled the leaves, and then there was silence for a long time.
Yuichiro stuffed the last bit of food into his mouth and calmly looked at Ryosuke.
"I promise you."
Ryosuke asked deliberately.
"Muichiro and I will join the Demon Slayer Corps."
Ichiro took a deep breath and continued, "But you must promise that no matter what, nothing can happen to Muichiro."
Ryosuke nodded without any hesitation.
"I promise you, as long as I don't die, Muichiro will be fine."
Yuichiro remained silent, gazing at the night sky.
He let out a breath, feeling much more relaxed.
Behind the half-open door,
Muichiro overheard their conversation.
He leaned against the wall, a slight smile playing on his lips.
A rough gem hidden in a stubborn rock will eventually shine after its shackles are broken.
Chapter 145 You're My Real Father!
The morning mist in the mountains had not yet dissipated.
Ryosuke accompanied the Tokito brothers to the grave where their parents were buried.
There were no excessive ceremonies or sentimental words.
The two brothers stood quietly for a moment before bowing and saying goodbye.
After the worship ceremony, the two left the mountain forest where they had lived since childhood with Ryosuke.
Looking back, the familiar wooden house gradually blurred in the morning mist, eventually being swallowed by the greenery.
Ahead lies a winding path leading to an unknown world.
Ryosuke did not rush, and had Kasugai report the news to Kagura.