Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

The morning light of dawn pierced through the clouds, and a large piece of gold fell, landing on the corners of Base No. 1.

Under the warm sun, the last group of evacuees gathered at the entrance of the headquarters. They were led by Touma and disappeared into the mountains and forests.

A few days later, at sunset, the group arrived at the entrance of Headquarters No. 2.

Ubuyashiki Yoya was waiting there, with the members of the Demon Slayer Corps behind him. He smiled and waved his hand. A soft voice sounded, and he opened his arms and said:

"Everyone, welcome home!"

"You've worked hard all the way!"

Touma smiled from the bottom of his heart and nodded. Everyone answered in unison:

"We're back!"

...

A year passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was the third year of Taisho. There was still more than a year before Tanjiro participated in the final selection and the main storyline was opened.

Momoyama, another year of peach blossoms.

The only difference from the past is that this place has become much more lively, all thanks to the extremely fearful member of the atmosphere group and the loudest voice in Momoyama - Agatsuma Zenitsu.

Today's weather is a bit gloomy, with a few dark clouds floating in the sky. In the dim sunlight, Zenitsu cried and ran to the top of the mountain.

"Grandpa, I don't want to train anymore, it will kill me!"

"I can't learn other katas, I can only learn Thunderbolt Flash, I really can't learn it!"

"Can I stop learning, wuwuwu!"

"I'm not a genius, I'm a fool, so can I stop learning!"

He ran all the way, shouting and scratching, wishing he could use both hands and feet. The old man, leaning on a cane, couldn't catch up with the kid.

He said seriously, "You bastard, you just want to be lazy, go to training."

"You are just like your senior brother, who wants to be lazy every day."

When he got angry, the old man was merciless, scolding Zenitsu and making him cry even harder, but his calves were shaking faster and faster.

Because when grandpa hits people, he really hits them, and it hurts.

Because of laziness, Zenitsu is going to suffer.

There is no road ahead, but there is a big tree on the top of Taoshan Mountain that can be hugged by two people.

Zenitsu stood under the tree and looked back. The old man's crutches were close at hand, and he was panicked.

It's over!

It's over!

It's over!

He held his head and screamed. It is estimated that no one in Taoshan has a louder voice than him.

"Where are you going, little brat?"

"Go back with me and practice swordplay. If you can't learn other katas, it's because you're not working hard enough."

"Besides, even if you really can't learn, you have to practice one kata to perfection."

"If you can reach the pinnacle, what's wrong with one sword skill?"

Although the old man's words were a bit harsh, they were all full of earnest expectations.

Seeing that he was about to be beaten, Zenitsu's instincts were aroused. He hugged the tree trunk with both hands and jumped to the top of the tree in a few seconds. Even he didn't know how he did it.

Old man: (≖_≖ )

In the more than a year since he came to Momoyama, this little brat has developed all his skills except swordplay.

"Zenitsu, come down!" The old man knocked the tree trunk with his cane and urged.

"No!"

"I don't want it!"

"If you continue to train, I will die!"

Zenitsu shook his head frantically, then grabbed the branch tightly, and a new safe haven was formed.

The old man looked up at the sky. There were more and more dark clouds. It looked like it was going to rain. He looked at Zenitsu who was hugging the tree and couldn't help but worry.

As the saying goes, don't stand under a tree on a rainy day, let alone on the top of a tree.

"Zenitsu, come down quickly. It's going to rain. It's dangerous on the top of the tree!"

"Be obedient!"

"No training today, okay?"

The old man's tone was much softer, completely different from when he beat Fei Yuzhen, when he chased and beat him with sword skills.

"No, no, no..."

"Grandpa must want to coax me down, then beat me up, and finally force me to train!"

Hearing this, the old man's mouth twitched. Am I so unreasonable at ordinary times?

He sighed and planned to coax the child down with kind words first. Who knew that as soon as he looked up, a thunderbolt fell and hit Zenitsu who was shaking his head on the top of the tree.

The suspect Lei said that it was outrageous enough to stand under the tree, but who knew that kid dared to stand on the top of the tree, who else could he hit if not him.

A thunderbolt came down, and the world seemed to be muted.

Zenitsu fell straight down with a charred face. The strangest thing was that his originally black and shiny hair turned yellow.

So far, a thunderbolt sounded on a cloudy day, and the yellow-haired crybaby made a brilliant appearance.

The old man hurriedly caught the falling Zenitsu, first fed him a bottle of life-saving Sanqian, and then carried him down the mountain in a hurry to find a doctor.

...

Sagari Mountain.

Unlike the noisy scene of Momoyama Leihu, this place is clearlyIt was much quieter.

In an open space halfway up the mountain, a boulder with a diameter of three meters had been standing there for a month.

With calloused hands, Tanjiro held the training knife and chopped at the boulder again and again.

This was the final test given to this apprentice by Mr. Urokodaki. Cutting the boulder meant graduation.

Tanjiro, who had been practicing for an hour, was so tired that he gasped for breath, and even his breathing was much more disordered. After all, he had not yet learned to breathe with full concentration and to master it.

The state of breathing is a higher level of full concentration. It means that even in sleep, one can continue to concentrate on breathing. Mastering it is the minimum condition to approach the strength of the pillar.

After all, Tanjiro is not alone now. He has two senior brothers and two senior sisters. No matter who goes home, they will guide him.

It can be said that he, the little junior brother, spent these days in Sagari Mountain under the love of his elders.

After another hour of training, Tanjiro's hand holding the knife couldn't stop shaking. He was unwilling to give up. If he stopped because he was afraid of hardship and fatigue, when would he be able to turn Nezuko back into a human and when would he be able to seek revenge on Muzan Kibutsuji.

He still couldn't forget what happened that night in his hometown. The evil ghost who wanted to kill his family would not be at ease until it gave up.

What's more, it was the culprit who turned Nezuko into a ghost.

"Muzan Kibutsuji, I must kill you!"

Tanjiro roared, then stood firm and chopped at the boulder with a knife.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as he wished, and the knife bounced away again.

At this moment, a big hand clamped the blade with two fingers, and the voice of the rabbit sounded, and he gently persuaded:

"Tanjiro, sometimes, proper rest is necessary."

Hearing this, Tanjiro turned his head with a look of surprise and said: "Big Brother, you are back!"

"Yeah!"

"I completed the task and passed by Sagiri Mountain to see you and the master, and the little guy Nezuko."

After that, he hugged Tanjiro's neck and said mysteriously: "Guess who else is here?"

Tanjiro smiled naively, scratched his head, and answered directly:

"I can't guess, big brother!"