Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

Chapter 38



The old man was so sad, but he was still very happy.

"Makijuro, do you know what your problem is?"

Lin Heng glanced at the depressed uncle who was stunned, took a sip of tea, and said slowly.

Makijuro's eyes lit up. This was a problem that had troubled him for a long time.

Seeing that Lin Heng talked about the main topic and no longer entangled in whether it was a god or not, he was refreshed and answered respectfully.

"Xiaozu, since my wife Ruhuo passed away, I have been heartbroken. I miss her all day and it is difficult to concentrate. I can't make any progress in breathing."

Thinking of this dark period, Makijuro's expression was visibly depressed.

"In a coincidence later, I accidentally discovered the origin of the Breath of Flame and the Breath of Sun in the records of the ancestral home."

Taking a deep breath, Makijuro laughed a little ridiculously with a self-deprecating tone.

"How ridiculous it sounds, little ancestor. What I have fought for all my life and have always been proud of is just a mere inferior product, a low-grade fake."

At this point, Makijuro subconsciously fumbled and realized that the wine bottles had been swept away by him, so he could only pick up the teacup in front of him and drink it all.

Tears welled up in Makijuro's eyes as the hot tea entered his throat.

"No matter how hard I try, I can never catch up with the breath of the ancestor. The talent and ability of my clan are completely tied to the breath of flame. What hereditary flame pillar, in my opinion..."

He sighed, the tea was strong, and he sighed with reluctance or regret.

"In the final analysis, the upper limit of the Breath of Flame is here."

Lin Heng was somewhat moved by the emotion of the middle-aged uncle in front of him. Makijuro's tone revealed the deep pain and confusion of half a lifetime of entanglement.

"Tsugokuni Yoriichi, Tsugokuni Yoriichi, who can have such talent as him?

If God really has eyes, why not send down another Breath of Sun to pacify the world, and simply disband the Demon Slayer Corps and leave only one successor of the Breath of Sun."

Alas...

With a long sigh, Lin Heng realized the problem.

Makijuro is too honest, and being too serious becomes extreme.

He had reached the end of the Breath of Flame left by the first generation of Flame Pillar a long time ago. He had not made any progress in half a lifetime. Coupled with the double blow brought by the death of his wife, he has been deeply trapped in the quagmire of self-denial and cannot escape.

In short, a thousand words in one sentence.

Baby, you are obsessed.

After venting, Makijuro was filled with grief.

"Anyway, ordinary swordsmen like us are useless. Haha, my first half of life is just like a joke. I can't accept this, so I lost my fighting spirit."

Looking up, Makijuro sat down and looked at Lin Heng, his eyes became a little hot.

"But today, I saw the breath of fire beyond the end in you. This is a problem that has troubled me for half my life. Please help me solve it."

After a while of hesitation, waiting for Makijuro's emotions to calm down, Lin Heng spoke.

"Makijuro, let me ask you. Since the Demon Slayer Corps was passed down, how many swordsmen have become pillars using the five basic breathing methods, and how many swordsmen have used derivative breathing methods."

Makijuro touched his head and recalled seriously.

"Well, let me think about it, it's probably 40% to 60%, and there will be more pillars using derivative breathing methods."

"Then, what about the comparison of the number of ordinary team members using basic breathing and derivative breathing."

Makijuro thought about Lin Heng's question seriously, and seemed to understand something vaguely.

"Of course, there are more people using basic breathing, Xiaozu, what do you want to explain?"

Thinking of the situation in the team, Makijuro continued to add.

"Xiaozu, only a few people master the derived breathing, and some even died directly after the pillars who used it died."

Speaking of this, Makijuro couldn't help but feel proud again.

"Only the five basic breathings are passed down continuously, especially the water pillar and the flame pillar of our clan, who have never been absent so far."

"Yes, it is true from the perspective of proportion."

Lin Heng nodded, agreed with Makijuro's statement, and then asked

"Then the question is, why are there far more people practicing the five major breathing methods than others, while the derived breathing with a higher success rate is difficult to pass on, is it because everyone is not working hard?"

Makijuro shook his head: "Of course not, because everyone can practice the five major breathings, and the derived breathing is too special, and everyone can't adapt to it."

As he spoke, Makijuro's mind flashed, and his words suddenly paused.

"Adaptation..."

"Yes, it is adaptation."

Lin Heng's eyes were piercing, and his red-gold pupils stared directly at Makijuro, as if he wanted to pierce him through.

"The derived breathing is a newly created specialized breathing, which is more suitable for the user. Even if ordinary team members can use it by force, they will not be able to exert its full power like the creator. And the more powerful Sun Breathing, even if it has not been lost, ordinary people will even hurt themselves if they practice it by force."

Take a sip of tea, moisten your throat, and say softly.

"However, according to your theory, the derived breathing method derived from the five basic breathing methods should be weaker than the breathing method of the ancestor."

The small teacup fell from the palm of his hand, and Makijuro's ears seemed to ring with a deafening knock.

His breathing began to quicken. Obviously, Makijuro also realized that his theory had obvious errors.

"Then, Makijuro, please answer me, why..."

Controlling the increasingly urgent rhythm of the conversation, Lin Heng looked deep and asked faintly.

"Why are the few who use the derivative breathing method stronger than the majority of swordsmen who use the five major breathing methods, and more likely to become pillars?"

"This, this..."

Obviously, Makijuro has never thought about such a question before.

There is an idiom in Japanese Go called Bangmo Hachime, which means that the spectators watching the Go game are calmer and more objective than the players, and can find ways to win more than eight goals.

This does not mean how high the level of the spectators is, just like Lin Heng's question is not actually profound, but Makijuro is deeply trapped in the game and cannot realize it himself.

"Is your upper limit, the upper limit of the Purgatory Clan, really locked by the breath of fire left by the ancestors?"

Shinjuro hesitated, and Lin Heng directly pointed out the key.

"You only rely on the source of the breathing method to judge the strength of the user, and even lose confidence in yourself because of it, Makijuro..."

Lin Heng lightly flicked the peanuts in his hand, and the white fruit drew a beautiful parabola in the air and landed accurately in the middle of Makijuro's eyebrows.

"You are a little too arrogant to do this."


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