Butterflies' Dance - [A Kimetsu No Yaiba Full Story]

Chapitre 23

   Hope quickly regained its former vigor.

   With everyone working twice as hard, helping as much as possible, they had done more than Tanjiro could have done until then.

   He wiped the sweat from his front as he baked other breads. The ringing of the bell on the door tinkled.

 "I'll take it, Mister Saburo." He wiped his hands, before going to the costumer. "Hello, and welcome to Mister Saburo's bakery what can I get for you ?"

   In front of him a contrasting picture showed a tall man, with white hair tied in a bun, and a small teenager, with black hair, whose turquoise eyes wandered off somewhere.

 "We'll take the most flamboyant thing that you have." said the oldest of the two

 - Um... Will do !"

   He looked at the display trying to figure out what would be "Flamboyant !" enough for this client. The boy around his age walked over to the papers he left on the counter, picking one up.

   When the mysterious, solitary man came back, giving them a second chance, they took the opportunity. Just like he had done to find an orchestra or dancers, he glued to every wall of the burgh a paper. Yet, no one proposed themselves to help nor gave a little financial help.

   He picked up two or three pastries, neatly tiding them.

 "Oh, someone is seeking help for a representation. Too bad they do not have me nor our little guy here, we are — and was for me, as I retired — the most flamboyant ballerinis. People called me the God of Festivities for a reason."

 - Whatever you say, Mister Uzui. I went there."

 - How were they ?"

 - I... do not remember."

  Is he ignoring Nezuko's talent on purpose ? Tanjiro angrily thought.

 "This air-head." laughed loudly the tallest

 - So you are not going to join them ? They might need your help." Inquired the working boy

 - Why would you care so much for them ? Those people ? Should you not prefer something for yourself ?"

 - N–No." Tanjiro never thought much of it. It was in his nature to care about other's needs. "I think that... Whatever you do to help out the others, will always come back to help you. Plus, it has a nice smell."

   They looked at him strangely. The youngest stumbled towards the counter :
 "Wh–What did you say ? Now, just now !"

 - It has a nice smell ?"

   And it was gone.

 "Well. Here is your money, lad. Good luck with your work." He stared at the papers. "Such a shame. I used to be a student there, before it all..."

   He turned away, ready to leave, already opening the box of wonders.

   The second one was lost in a trance. He raised his misty eyes and left :
 "I do not have time for this. Do whatever you want."

   And with the heart heavy, the apprentice cursed to himself, more determined than ever.

   The sky, as if lit on fire by the descending sun, took an orange shade, he remarked, as he hung his apron. The work day was over, and he could not wait to go back home. He had worked all day to have some rest when she would dance.