Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Spring in the fourth year of the Taisho era.

Mt. Sagiri.

Tanjiro did his morning exercises as usual. He had grown from a naive child to a determined teenager, and the enhanced boulder that had been bothering him was cut off three months ago.

Now, he has set himself a new goal, which is to use breathing techniques to perfectly display the first move of the Fire God Kagura Dance, which is passed down from generation to generation.

"Fire God Kagura Round Dance!"

Tanjiro turned his body suddenly, and the gentleness of the water breath dissipated, replaced by a powerful energy.

This power is like the sun hanging high in the sky, making it impossible to look directly at it.

At this moment, it seemed as if a mysterious power was awakened, and sporadic flames suddenly burst out from the extremely sharp blade.

But the momentary beauty, the tearing pain spread from the lungs, and Tanjiro threw himself out and crashed under a big tree beside him.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem—"

His handsome face was now distorted by extreme pain, and his facial muscles were tightly squeezed together.

He covered his chest with one hand and held the tree with the other. Every breath was so difficult, accompanied by heavy gasps, as if a storm was blowing in his chest.

"Is it still not working?"

Tanjiro was confused. He remembered that his father would not feel tired when dancing Kagura, but would feel refreshed all over, not to mention that he was in a terminally ill body.

Am I not even as good as a patient?

He couldn't help but feel doubtful, and was more convinced of how strong his father was.

If he was in good health, he would probably be able to compete with his real brother.

Tanjiro thought so.

This failure did not make him feel discouraged, but rather full of fighting spirit.

"Tanjiro, take a break!"

"You have already passed the test, and that power is not what you can pursue now."

"Too hard will break, did you learn the water breathing in vain?"

Mr. Urokodaki, wearing a red Great Tengu mask, quietly appeared behind Tanjiro. He helped the little apprentice up and taught him a lesson, with a hint of gentleness in his serious voice.

"I was wrong, Master!"

Tanjiro bowed quickly and said sincerely.

Mr. Urokodaki rubbed his head and said, "If you want to continue to grow, you can only fight in actual combat. The tempering between life and death is the most cruel, but also the most useful.

Your senior brothers and sisters, your real big brother, each of them has come this way.

If you have great ambitions, don't indulge in the mountains anymore, go to the final selection, and then go to kill demons."

"I know, Master!"

Tanjiro nodded, his voice strong and powerful.

"Okay!"

"This year's final selection notice has come down, and the time is set for early February. You still have a month to prepare."

"Yes!"

With the advice given by his master, Tanjiro decided to practice water breathing more diligently.

...

Demon Slayer Corps, Rock Pillar Training Ground.

The waterfall hits the rocks, and driftwood falls from time to time.

A young man with a cockscomb haircut sits under the waterfall, motionless, with tight muscles in the strong water curtain.

It is Fuzugawa Genya who has been training with Gyoumei of Sadness Island for many years, and is also the only descendant of the Demon Eater of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Beside the river bank, three figures are hidden in the woods, they are Touma, Sane and Gyoumei.

They stared at the waterfall intently, and Shimi said unhappily: "That idiot, he has to suffer this hardship, can't he stay at home with his mother?"

"Everyone has the right to choose their own path, right, Shimi?" Feiyuzhen smiled slightly and looked at Shimi, "and you have changed a lot."

Different environments create different people. Shimi's family is still alive in this life, and he is influenced by Kanae. Although he still has a bad temper, he can control it most of the time.

Just like the problem about Xuanmi, he is more relaxed. Although he doesn't support it, he doesn't belittle it.

"What's the change, I'm still the same." Shimi turned his head away proudly and said unhappily.

"I agree with what Zhen said, Namo Amitabha!" Xingming clasped his hands together and complained.

He paused and continued to add, but this time he spoke as Xuan Mi's master:

"Xuan Mi is a very talented child and works very hard. It's just that I don't know how to teach him. I'm glad I didn't delay him. Namo Amitabha."

Fei Yuzhen stood on tiptoe and hugged Xing Ming's shoulders. Yes, he had to lift his feet to be level with the latter with his height of 1.88 meters. He smiled and said:

"Brother, don't be discouraged!"

"In fact, I have taught you very well."

"Don't comfort me. Xuan Mi is one of the few children who can endure my training method. Namo Amitabha!"

At this point, Fei Yuzhen and Shi Mi twitched their mouths, thinking back to Xing Ming'sTraining.

Waterfall shock wave, horizontal beam training method, boulder push...

It's also thanks to Xuan Mi's strong physique of the ghost eater.

While the three were chatting, Xuan Mi had come out from under the waterfall, stretched his muscles and bones, and made crackling sounds.

Suddenly, he looked at the shadow of the woods, but didn't find anything. He scratched his head helplessly and muttered:

"I always feel something is wrong, as if I am being stared at by countless eyes. Could it be that I have been training too hard recently?"

"No, I can't rest yet. The final selection is about to begin. I have to work hard and work harder!"

Just then, it seemed as if there were voices coming from all directions, echoing in Xuan Mi's ears.

"Pig rushes forward!"

"Pig rushes forward!"

"Pig rushes forward!"

"Beauty pageant brother, I'm here, hahahaha!"

On the waterfall several meters high, a young man wearing a wild boar headgear fell from the sky.

He jumped down with his upper body naked.

"Oh my god!"

Xuan Mi's eyes widened, in addition to shock, there was also full of disgust.

"Ah!" He sighed, "Why is this guy here again? He's so noisy and annoying."

However, Inosuke is one of the few people who often comes to Xuan Mi to play. Well, he should be considered a peer.

After a while, the two have become familiar with each other, although Zhu Zhu still can't remember his name.

Seeing that Zhu Zhu is about to fall, Xuan Mi took a deep breath and jumped high. He held Inosuke, and the two rushed to the deeper pool together. After all, there are whole logs standing upright near the bottom of the waterfall for footing.

Coming down from such a high place, without the buffer of water, it is easy to fall and get injured, and one may die if he is not careful.

Zhu Zhu dared to jump down purely out of intuition, he knew that someone would be here to save him.

There was a loud "plop" sound, like a huge rock falling into a calm lake, and the tranquility of the originally mirror-like surface of the pool was instantly broken.

In an instant, water splashed up, forming a huge and gorgeous white mist, like a blooming lotus blooming in the air.

"Ahahaha, you are here, brother Xuanmi!"

The wild boar head floated to the surface of the water, and then immediately dived into the water. Inosuke seemed to see something terrible.