Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Sagiriyama.

This mountain is surrounded by fog all year round, hence the name.

The former Water Pillar, Urokodaki Sakonji, lived in seclusion here. After retiring to the second line, he has been quietly exerting his remaining warmth as one of the trainers of Water Breathing.

Today, he will send his apprentice to participate in the final selection again.

At the foot of the mountain, two young men stood side by side, one with a confident and sunny smile on his face, and the other with a sad face, as if someone owed me 100 million.

Satoshi and Tomioka Giyu, the most talented duo in the history of Water Breathing, especially Satoshi.

In front of the two stood their master, Urokodaki Sakonji, an old man wearing a red Tengu mask.

"Master, Master!" Satoshi shouted several times in a row, but Urokodaki Sakonji never answered, and no one noticed that Urokodaki's hands were shaking.

For him, the final selection is a nightmare, a nightmare that no matter how good the apprentice is, he will never come back.

None of the senior brothers and sisters before Santu and Yiyu have returned yet.

"Kids, do you really have to go?" Urokodaki Sakonji came back to his senses and spoke in a hoarse voice. He wanted to persuade them to stay for the last time. He didn't want his apprentices to die in vain.

"Master, I will definitely go, and I will also carry forward our lineage. I will definitely take over your class and become a water pillar!" Santu's flesh-colored short hair fluttered, telling of the boy's confidence.

As he said that, he touched his good brother beside him, "Yiyong, don't you think so?"

Yiyong stared with dead fish eyes, spoke calmly, without any emotional ups and downs, and said:

"Satsutu, I can't do it, just you come!"

"Ah!" Satsutu hugged Yiyong, gave him a slap, and encouraged him energetically, "Yiyong, you can definitely do it, believe me, no problem!"

Urokodaki Sakonji knew that it was useless to say more, all he could do was believe in his disciples.

This time he was still full of expectations, because Satsutu was definitely the most talented disciple he had ever taught.

Yiyong was also not bad. He had only practiced for more than half a year, but he completed the test of cutting off the boulder, which was much stronger than his senior sister Makoto who first became his disciple.

Urokodaki Sakonji took out two fox masks from his arms and handed them to the two disciples. These were the masks for eliminating disasters that he made by himself.

"Go with the masks to ward off disasters!"

"Be sure to come back safely, Master is waiting for good news from you two!"

Xiantu and Yiyong put on the masks, which fit them very well.

"Master, believe me, I am very strong!" Xiantu bent his arms and made a muscle-showing motion, his smile was still so confident.

Yiyong nodded and said nothing.

"You are so strong, how can we trust two guys who are always forgetful!"

"Ah!"

A voice of anger rushed out from the mist, it was a girl's voice, it sounded very spiritual.

Then, the two bundles guided accurately and hit Xiantu and Yiyong in the head.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" Xiantu covered his head and screamed, jumping back and forth in pain, as if the ground was burning his feet.

On the other hand, Yiyong did not change his face with the bundle on his head, his mentality was very stable, but in fact he was almost dead.

A girl walked out of the mist. She was wearing a short kimono with a plum blossom pattern, with long hair that fell on her shoulders. She put her hands on her waist, and her dark green eyes shot out two disappointed looks.

The girl's name was Zhen Gu, she was the junior sister of Santu, the senior sister of Yiyong, and the real housekeeper of Sakiyama.

She walked past her master and walked straight towards the duo. Santu was so scared that she hid behind Yiyong, and Yiyong took a few steps back.

This was the pressure of Zhen Gu, which was terribly strong.

"Zhen Gu, stop!"

"No!" Zhen Gu glared at Santu, then stretched out her hand and pinched Yiyong's face, "Little junior brother, smile!"

"Zhen Gu, we're leaving, bye!"

Taking advantage of Zhen Gu's inattention, Santu decisively dragged Yiyong away. The little heart couldn't bear it. After all, her murderous aura was too strong. It was just that she didn't take the bag.

"Alas!" Looking at the senior and junior brothers who ran away, Zhen Gu sighed, and the worry in her eyes was revealed. She bent her hands and put them to her mouth and shouted, "Come on, you two, you must come back, otherwise I will never forgive you!"

"I will definitely come back, wait!" Xuantu waved his hand and shouted loudly.

...

Fujixi Mountain.

From a distance, this mountain is divided into two parts by two colors, the lower part of the mountainside is bright purple, and the upper part of the mountainside is blackish green.

The purple is a large wisteria forest, a prison built by the Demon Slayer Corps with a lot of time and countless resources.

It's just that the prisoners here are not people, but demons.

The wisteria flowers on Fujixi Mountain are in full bloom all year round, like a purple flame that never goes out. These vines are intertwined and intertwined, forming a huge purple scarf, as if half of the mountain range is covered with purple vines.All are shrouded in it.

On the mountain path, the three people of Feiyuzhen walked slowly.

From time to time, people of the same age passed by the three people. Most of them lowered their heads, looked very uneasy, and their eyes revealed helplessness and confusion.

Fear enveloped them, because what happened next might kill them.

For normal people, fear and tension are normal.

Suddenly, a boy who was walking hurriedly bumped into Feiyuzhen. It was obviously him who bumped into someone else, but the boy sat on the ground.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it!" The boy lowered his head and kept apologizing, his tone was panicked, he was really scared.

"It's okay!" Feiyuzhen pulled the boy up, and then he could see the other person's appearance clearly.

Black short hair with a middle part, black pupils, a decent appearance, wearing a black close-fitting outfit, looks like an inconspicuous passerby.

Damn! ‼ (•'╻'• ۶)۶

Isn't this Brother Murata?

Although he was not very old, Feiyuzhen still recognized him at a glance.

"Huh?" Murata shivered. This person had been staring at him. Would he hit him?

"Brother, I was wrong, isn't that enough!"

"Don't hit me!"

Feiyuzhen's mouth twitched and asked, "Do I look like a bad guy?"

Murata smiled bitterly and replied in a low voice, "Brother, the three of you lined up in a row, as happy as if you were on a picnic. It's hard not to be scared!"

"Ahahaha!" Feiyuzhen smiled awkwardly. It was indeed a bit ostentatious to say so.

He patted Murata on the shoulder and said, "Do your best. Goodbye!"

Murata was relieved that he didn't get beaten and hurried up the mountain.

Feiyuzhen and the other two were still walking up the mountain as if they were really on a picnic.

At this moment, an anxious urging voice came from behind the three of them.

"Yiyong, hurry up!"

"Otherwise we'll be late!"

Feiyuzhen was startled and looked back quickly, only to see two figures approaching quickly not far behind him.

Coincidentally, a breeze blew by at this moment, and the wisteria flowers swayed gently, exuding bursts of fragrance, and the petals fell like snow, giving people a dreamlike feeling.

Among the fallen flowers, there were two boys wearing fox masks.

Sensing the gazes of others, Santu and Yiyong looked up at the same time, and happened to meet Feiyuzhen's eyes.