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Yaozai stopped what he was doing, clenched his fists, and looked hopeful.
"Mr. Ryosuke... I'm counting on you for everything."
Chapter 51 What a damn god!
As he stepped out of the Ubuyashiki residence, Ryosuke looked up at the sky.
I'm still too soft-hearted...
Yaozai looked just now like a porcelain doll that would break at the slightest touch.
Beneath that mature and gentle demeanor beyond his years lay a visible weariness and a rebellion against his damned fate.
It's ridiculous to say that.
Ryosuke has never believed in ghosts or gods, neither in his past life nor in this one.
However, when the Ubuyashiki family produced the monster Muzan, they were punished by the gods, and none of the family members lived past the age of 30.
Yet Muzan lived a carefree life for thousands of years without causing any trouble.
What a damned god! What a laughable god!
"So be it, then."
Ryosuke shrugged resignedly and quickened his pace: "I've done overtime before in my past life."
He knew that the jobs assigned by Yaozai were not indispensable to him.
But indeed, it is best and most efficient for him to do these things.
He has a mentor-student relationship with Makijuro, he saved the Butterfly Sisters' lives, and he is very familiar with the Narrow Mist Mountain.
"One who takes a salary should share another's burdens."
Ryosuke muttered to himself, trying to convince himself with worldly reasons.
The Ubuyashiki family has a deep-rooted wealth, so the Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps naturally receive top-notch treatment, with no shortage of money or resources.
But this is not the main reason.
Most importantly... that brat Kagaya is too good at it!
Unlike some superiors who openly exert pressure, make empty promises, or talk about ideals, he doesn't do so.
He simply sits there quietly, silently revealing his vulnerability and expectations to you, making you willingly run errands for him with almost pure trust and entrustment.
"Hmm... I wonder who taught him this skill of controlling people at such a young age!"
Ryosuke was completely baffled: "He didn't have any elders in his family who had been teaching him for a long time!"
Despite the complaints in my mind, I didn't stop moving forward at all.
As dusk fell, Ryosuke arrived at the gates of the Rengoku family mansion.
Unlike its usual vibrant atmosphere, the Purgatory House was now shrouded in deathly silence.
The white silk hanging in front of the door fluttered in the wind, telling the story.
Ryosuke stepped forward and knocked on the door.
Not long after, the door was pulled open from the inside.
Kyojuro. He was clearly taken aback when he saw Ryosuke outside the door, and then spoke.
"Mr. Ryosuke! What brings you here? I heard you slew the Lower Moon Four and were promoted to the Sound Pillar. I had intended to come with my father to congratulate you, but something came up at home..."
Ryosuke felt a pang of sadness as he watched him try to remain calm, and reached out to ruffle his messy hair.
"It's alright, it's not my problem."
Ryosuke paused, then lowered his voice: "How is Mr. Rengoku?"
Kyojuro lowered his head, did not answer directly, and turned slightly to the side.
"Mr. Ryosuke, please come in."
Guided by Kyojuro, Ryosuke went to the funeral hall first.
He lit an incense stick for the deceased Lady Ruo Huo and silently uttered a few words of comfort.
They then followed Kyojuro to the depths of the mansion.
At the end of the corridor, a dejected figure sat there with several empty wine jugs scattered at his feet, and a strong smell of alcohol wafted out.
At this moment, Rengoku Makijuro had a messy beard, disheveled clothes, and exuded a strong smell of alcohol and a sense of utter despair. He was completely different from the Fiery Pillar who was as bold and radiant as the sun.
Hearing footsteps, Makijuro didn't even lift his eyelids, only giving a vague sneer.
"Kyojuro? Don't worry about me."
"Another one? Ha... The new Billet..."
"Useless, all of you are useless... just like me, you're all worthless people..."
Ryosuke's heart sank.
This is absolutely awful!
He gestured for Kyojuro to calm down, then stepped forward and sat down beside him without saying a word.
Makijuro glanced at Ryosuke, his face revealing undisguised disgust and annoyance.
"What? Lord Yasui Naruhashi... are you here to lecture me with all that high-sounding stuff too? Talking about cheering up, for the future, for your beliefs, and all that nonsense? Save it! Get lost!"
Ryosuke ignored his harsh words, reached for the sake bottle, and took a big gulp.
Ryosuke put down the sake bottle and looked calmly at Makijuro. "I'm not here to reason with you."
Upon hearing this, Makijuro's eyes, still blurry with drunkenness, flashed with surprise.
"I'm here to have a drink with you."
Ryosuke paused, then his tone suddenly turned cold: "By the way... I'll wake you up!"
Before he could finish speaking, Ryosuke's fist slammed into Makijuro's face!
“Mr. Ryosuke! You…”
Kyojuro was so surprised that he blurted out and instinctively wanted to step forward.
Makijuro's head tilted to the side from the sudden punch, and his drunkenness dissipated somewhat.
After a brief moment of shock came boundless rage!
"You brat! You're asking for it!!!"
Like an enraged lion, Makijuro pounced on Ryosuke!
The two Demon Slayer Pillars were wrestling together like street thugs!
Although Makijuro was drunk, his foundation as the Flame Pillar remained, and in his rage, his strength was astonishing.
Moreover, when drunk, one cannot feel pain, and one's punches and kicks become chaotic and ferocious, like a mad dog.
Ryosuke could have easily dodged and used his skills to subdue his opponent, but he chose to engage in close-quarters combat with Makijuro!
A true man's 1v1 battle!
For a moment, the scene was in chaos.
Every punch landed squarely, accompanied by muffled thuds.
Before long, both of them had bruises on their bodies.
Hearing the commotion, young Senjuro ran out in a panic.
He saw his father and Ryosuke fighting and his face turned pale with fright. He cried out in a sobbing voice.
"Father! Mr. Ryosuke! Please stop hitting him!"
Kyojuro was also extremely anxious and wanted to step forward to separate the two.
"Don't worry about it!"
Ryosuke punched Makijuro again and yelled at the two brothers, "Get out of here if you don't want to get hurt! This is a man's business!"
These words seemed to provoke Makijuro, who attacked even more fiercely.
Ryosuke didn't hold back either, and gave him a good beating.
Kyojuro gritted his teeth as he watched the two men fighting fiercely, and stepped back a few paces to protect his younger brother.
The brawl, a fit of rage, ended with both men exhausted.
The two lay on the ground, panting heavily, with blood on their lips, looking extremely disheveled.
Makijuro looked at Ryosuke and let out a sneer that was hard to decipher.
"Heh...hehe...you kid...you kid...you're really something..."
Ryosuke spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted coldly.
"Don't think you're the only one suffering! Don't think you're the only one who knows how pathetic the limits of humanity are! How messed up fate can be!"
"This world is never short of suffering and true geniuses! That brat Kagaya has endured far more than you have!"
Makijuro's sneer stopped abruptly, and he looked at Ryosuke in disbelief.
This brat actually dares to address our lord by his given name?!
Still using this tone?
Did you fucking commit some outrageous act of eating gunpowder?!
Chapter 52 Once people have money, they will engage in revenge spending.
Ryosuke ignored his reaction and continued to yell.
"If everyone thought like you, what would be the point of the Demon Slayer Corps? What would be the point of us ordinary people struggling!"
"Wouldn't it be more satisfying to just wash our necks clean, line up, and wait for Muzan to come and eat us?"
"Human beings are noble precisely because they can keep progressing! Because they can rise from the mud time and time again! That's why they have any damn value in existence!!"