Demon Slayer: I, a ghoul, save the regret!

Days passed by, and Tanjiro had countless training every day. He swung his sword when he opened his eyes, and slept when he closed his eyes.

Because of excessive consumption and not eating people to replenish energy, Nindouzi fell into a coma.

From simple breathing to the proficient use of breathing methods, Tanjiro became more and more familiar with the moves, and became more determined to cure Nindouzi and eliminate the evil spirits.

His efforts were seen by Urokodaki Sakonji, but he was worried about letting this disciple go to Fujiki Mountain to participate in the trial.

Urokodaki Sakonji took Tanjiro to a huge rock, put his palm on the rock, and his tone was indescribably heavy and sad.

"When you split this rock, you will go to participate in the trial."

The previous children did not split the rock, and Urokodaki Sakonji also sent them on the road of trial, but what was the result...

The result was that except for Tomioka Giyu and the missing Santo, all died without exception.

This time, Tanjiro didn't have the ability to split the stone, and Urokodaki Sakonji would not let him go. Even if he failed year after year, it only meant that he didn't have enough talent, so he didn't have to die.

Facing the huge stone, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't split it. Tanjiro had doubts for the first time.

How could such a big stone be split...

"Are you going to give up?"

The voice came from behind, and Tanjiro turned around and saw Tomioka Giyu standing not far away holding the Nichirin Sword.

"I didn't!"

Giyu slowly pulled out the Nichirin Sword, turned his wrist and swung the blade, "Let me see what you learned."

Tanjiro held the handle of the sword with both hands, staring at the figure approaching rapidly in front of him, jumped back to dodge, and swung the sword upward.

Such an obvious intention, Giyu had already seen through it.

He chopped straight with the back of the sword, followed by a horizontal sweep, and the Nichirin Sword in Tanjiro's hand flew out of his hand and stabbed into the trees beside him.

"Too weak."

Tanjiro looked at his empty hand in a trance. What made him more uncomfortable than the pain was that he was defeated in three moves...

"Pick up the knife and continue."

Tanjiro was stunned for a moment, then responded passionately.

All morning, Giyuu was teaching Tanjiro the tricks of water breathing and fighting skills.

It was Yunqiu who persuaded Giyuu to take time out of his busy schedule to teach Tanjiro.

Fuji Mountain can only be opened during the selection period. No one except the newcomers of the trial can enter.

The hand ghost is still doing evil in Fuji Mountain. Giyuu wants to kill the ghost, and he also doesn't want his junior brother to die in the hands of the ghost.

So every once in a while, he will come to Sagari Mountain to teach Tanjiro.

Finally, after day after day of training, Tanjiro split the boulder. Urokodaki Sakonji saw him cheering and just sighed silently.

The prepared mask for warding off disasters was given to Tanjiro, but he was also reminded that it was just a gift and he didn't need to wear it.

After sending him on the road to the selection, Urokodaki Sakonji sat by the doorstep, and a wisp of wind blew by, as if the dead children had returned to his side.

A few days later, more than 30 young men had gathered at the foot of Fujisaki Mountain, holding knives with worries and hopes, waiting for the trial to begin.

Agatsuma Zenitsu touched the blade of the knife, constantly cheering himself up, and carefully shuttled between the wisteria trees.

Suddenly catching a glimpse of the ghost at the corner in front of him, Zenitsu was startled and retreated quietly, but bumped into someone. He was originally weak in the legs and was directly scared to scream, and his little soul temporarily flew out of his body~

Tanjiro was a little nervous because of the sudden scream, but he quickly covered Zenitsu's mouth and squatted down.

"Be quiet, it's hard to deal with ghosts when they gather together."

Zenitsu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and Tanjiro put down his hand.

"My name is Tanjiro Kamado, what's your name?"

"Zenitsu, my wife Zenitsu." Zenitsu stretched out his hands and held Tanjiro, "Please protect me, please!"

"It's my first time seeing a ghost, my hands and feet are numb, I can't hold the knife..."

Tanjiro could smell the fear on Zenitsu, but he didn't dare to exaggerate that he could protect him, "Let's act together, it's safer, I don't know if I can protect you through the trial..."

Zenitsu immediately turned into a pendant and stuck to Tanjiro, and the two moved slowly.

When they encountered ghosts, Tanjiro took action to solve them. Zenitsu tried to help with the knife several times, but he couldn't do it. He could only try his best to keep up with the pace and not let himself fall behind.

Tanjiro walked cautiously, carefully observing the subtle sounds around him, and kept thinking about what Giyuu said in his mind.

After the last training with Giyuu, Giyuu left a meaningful sentence, "If you can, kill it."

Tanjiro is nowI still don't understand what I'm going to kill...