Konoha's task master

In the battlefield.

The huge octopus had just appeared and roared upwards, but then it was quickly dismembered by Yakumo with his double blades. As for the goldfish spitting out poisonous needles, before they even opened their mouths... the golden blade had already arrived.

There are fragments of various porcelain around.

The elaborate collection of jade pots was completely destroyed.

Yakumo must admit that the jade pot in the complete state is much stronger than the normal state, but he still can't stand it in front of Yakumo, and was completely suppressed almost the moment the two collided.

Golden arcs of electricity appeared and died on the blade.

This is not the energy caused by chakra, but the thunder created by Yakumo using his superb sword skills. To a certain extent, Yakumo can still use the golden thunder, but it is not as powerful as the peak.

state.

But the current golden arc has already caused Yuhu to suffer a lot. The scales on its body that are as hard as diamond are unable to block the enemy's blade. If it were not for its rapid recovery, Yuhu would have already

Beheaded by Yakumo.

"Hahahaha...it's useless, you can't kill me!"

"It's useless, it's useless, you can't kill me at all!"

Yu Hu was miserable, but he was still tough-talking.

He doesn't believe that the enemy's golden arc can be used casually. With its super high recovery characteristics, he can kill the enemy forcefully.

After all, there are still 8 hours until dawn.

Yu Hu's body was covered in cuts and bruises, but the wounds were recovering quickly.

In particular, the anger in his heart was like a burning flame.

Yakumo admitted that the ugly monster in front of him was a bit stronger than all the ghosts he had killed during this period, but for Yakumo, it was still a bit mediocre.

"Testing completed."

Yakumo raised his head and looked at Yuhu's ugly face and said softly.

"test?"

Yuhu was a little puzzled, but he clearly saw the contempt in his enemy's eyes. He often looked at the ordinary people who were made into works of art with this look, so he was very familiar with this look.

This kind of gaze seems to be looking down from a very high position and showing natural contempt.

"I am a perfect creature, an immortal existence!"

"You're just an inferior creature, how dare you look down on me with such eyes?"

Yuhu was completely angry, but more than anything, he was panicked. He was just using anger to cover up his inner panic.

For some reason, Yakumo's eyes reminded Yutsubo of Master Muhan, with that kind of plainness behind which was a gap in strength like a chasm.

"Vampire Technique·Array Killing Fish Scales."

Invisible fluctuations spread outward from Jade Pot's body, and Yakumo discovered that an area of ​​about thirty meters around seemed to have formed an invisible realm, filled with the evil aura belonging to Jade Pot.

In Yakumo's opinion, this area is too narrow, and even a little too fragile, as if there is suddenly a thin layer of restrictions on the surface of the body, but it seems that he can break it with just a little force.

When Purgatory Anjurou arrived, the battle between the mysterious swordsman and the ghost of the wind had already reached its peak.

In his perception, the ghost on the string used the most powerful blood ghost technique, bursting out with strong pressure, and he couldn't help but join the battlefield to help.

There is nothing fair about ghost hunting.

What's wrong with a flanking attack?

But the next moment, Purgatory Anjuro stopped abruptly. He saw with his own eyes that a wider and more powerful domain spread out from the mysterious swordsman.

Yakumo collided the two long blades in mid-air, and when they separated, the space between the two blades was filled with golden arcs... while they were traveling, the golden arcs spread outwards. With just this one move, the realm belonging to the jade pot was destroyed.

At the same time, the separated double blades were swung rapidly, and wisps of golden blades were born from the blades and wrapped around the blades. The two weapons fell on Yuhu's body at an extremely fast speed, like two high-speed rotating mixers.

The golden blade exploded like countless blades, cutting into Yu Hu's flesh and blood. The solid white scales starting from the shoulders were quickly peeled off, and turned into white filaments in mid-air. The two blades were inch by inch.

Pressing, the flesh and blood of the jade pot gradually disappeared.

"It hurts, it hurts, damn it, damn it, you bastard!"

Yuhu screamed in pain and kept scolding Yakumo.

There was no change in Yakumo's expression. The blade of the blade moved downwards to destroy it calmly, revealing the wrinkled and pale bones under the flesh and blood.

But he was soon cut into pale bone fragments by the sword. Yuhu tried to escape, but he felt the terrifying suction force spreading outward from the two knives, firmly fixing him in place and unable to escape.

"It's useless, it's useless, you can't kill me!"

Yuhu's head was still shouting, but his confidence was obviously lacking.

"There is an upper limit to the resilience of creatures like you, and what I want to do is to help you reach this limit quickly, and you will know the outcome."

Yakumo chuckled and spoke.

The double blades were extended forward, letting the golden sword gang lock the jade pot inside. From a distance, one could see the dark red flesh inside that was constantly squirming and proliferating, but was quickly crushed and chopped by the sword gang.

Destruction... Dark red blood flowed to the ground along the cracks in the storm.

"Ahhhh...let me go, let me go!!"

The jade pot made a shrill cry in the golden storm. The pride of claiming to be a higher creature disappeared in the face of death. At this time, the jade pot was begging for mercy, wailing, and approaching death.

"The winding ghost is wailing!"

Purgatory Anjuro's expression became a little excited. From ancient times to the present, the Demon Slayer Squad has always been at a disadvantage in battles with demons.

The process of hunting ghosts is often accompanied by tragic sacrifices, and even in the nearly hundred years of history of the Demon Slayer Corps, there has never been a death of a ghost.

But that mysterious man crushed the Winding Ghost, not by relying on skills and numbers, but by outright crushing.

At this moment, Purgatory Anjuro saw in Yakumo the hope of completely eradicating ghosts!

The battlefield has reached its end.

The golden storm is still singing and spinning, and there is a grinding sound that makes people's teeth hurt. At the same time, there are no more bone fragments and dark red blood flowing out, and the jade pot's ear-piercing wail has completely disappeared.

Chapter 5: Jade Pot, Death.

〖Congratulations to the player for killing Shangxian No. 5·Jade Pot.〗

〖Congratulations to the player, you have obtained 2000 battle points!〗

〖Use the fire of the sun to destroy evil!〗

Yakumo looked at the short prompts of the game system and fell into deep thought. For some reason, the words in the game system were filled with unspeakable anger, as if he was provoked by an unknown existence.

The battle mission is also an out-and-out killing mission. Different from the beginning, it only targeted ghosts on the string. After experiencing bugs, the game system expanded the mission target to all ghosts. This is like catharsis.

In the empty square, the smell of blood lingers for a long time.

Other areas around Yakumo have been infected with dark red blood, and his legs used force to directly cross the dark red range.

Slowly walked towards Purgatory Anjuro outside the battlefield.

Even the fragrance of osmanthus around him could not cover up the blood here. At this moment, Purgatory Anjuro was still looking at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

Under the moonlight, there is a young man with a jade face and calm eyes. However, such a person can easily crush the ghost of the wind, and even suppress it forcefully in an inimitable way.

"who are you?"

Yakumo asked first.

Purgatory Anjuro has very strong facial lines, thick hair and big eyes, and the ends of his yellow hair are burning like flames.

But it wasn't just his hair, his whole body stood like a ball of flame, radiating light and heat. Even though it was dark, his figure still shined.

"Hey! I'm Purgatory Anjuro and I'm here to help you defeat your enemies!"

Yakumo subconsciously took two steps back. This man's voice was so loud, it was like thunder exploding in his ears. The thick eyebrows and enthusiastic smile on his face made him look like another Metkai.

"You seem very weak."

Yakumo shook his head gently when he heard this.

"In my perception, although your strength exceeds that of most ordinary people, can your physical strength really completely destroy a cannibal with such a powerful repair ability?"

"that…"

Purgatory Anjuro looked a little defeated, but he couldn't refute.

"We only need to chop off the ghost's head to destroy the ghost!"

Yakumo was slightly surprised when he heard this.

Purgatory Anjuro opened his mouth to explain, and Yakumo finally understood that these ghost hunters use weapons called Nichirin swords, which are made of materials that can restrain evil spirits.

In battle, you only need to behead the ghost to destroy the enemy.

Yakumo sighed in his heart, it turned out that... he had to kill so hard because he used the wrong method.

This is really happy.

"Okay, I'll continue hunting the cannibals."

finally…

Yakumo did not take action to snatch the Nichirin sword from Purgatory Anjuro's hand. For him, slaying ghosts was nothing more than having a few more swords.

Not a big problem.

That night, Yakumo continued to hunt evil ghosts around him with his perception of the eternal sleep mist, while Purgatory Anjuro couldn't keep up with Yakumo, so he could only wait where he was.

The next day, the sun rose.

The two reunited.

Purgatory Anjuro planned to lead Yakumo to the Demon Slayer Squad to meet with his lord to discuss cooperation. After all, they had a common enemy, but unfortunately Yakumo refused. In his opinion, it would be better to kill more ghosts if he had this time.

The two of them have been working together for half a month, and they understand each other a lot better... The most important thing is that Yakumo is also completely affected by the character of Purgatory Anjurou, and the smiles on his face become more numerous, and there are no more smiles on his face.

He only performs ghost hunting missions, but enjoys the delicious food around him during the day.

In the end... Purgatory Anjuro returned to the headquarters. He needed to explain Yakumo's ideas to his lord, and at the same time let the village of swordsmiths create a Nichirin sword exclusive to Yakumo.

Yakumo was slightly reluctant to part with Anjurou.

The next day, he continued his original plan, constantly hunting down the evil man-eating ghosts within the range of his perception. With his speed, he could clear out the hidden evil ghosts in a city in almost two days.

Four months later, Purgatory Anjuro came to Yakumo again.

Four months later, there has been no change in Infernal Affairs Anjuro, with his signature warm smile still on his face.

The two met at the barbecue restaurant and ordered a whole table of delicious food.

"I'm starting, it's delicious, delicious, delicious!"

Purgatory Anjuro kept talking about how delicious it was and quickly cooked the roasted meat in the pot, but Yakumo was faster than him.

At this time, there was only a golden shadow in his eyes, and in the end, nearly 80% of the food on the table entered Yakumo's stomach.

Two hours later.

The two of them were burping and walking on the street, carrying the herbal tea they bought at the barbecue shop to relieve tiredness.

"Hahaha, brother Yakumo, what you have achieved in the past four months... far exceeds the Demon Slayer Corps' nearly ten years of hard work. It makes me a little ashamed every time I think about it!"

Purgatory Anjuro spoke first, addressing Yakumo in a familiar manner with an eager smile on his face.

"You are greater..."

Yakumo shook his head. As his contact with the Demon Slayers increased, he realized that this group of seemingly strange and weird young people used their weak flesh and blood to fight against the entire world, and what they relied on was not powerful.

Force, but determination and will to fight one after another.

"I'm sorry. When we first met, I made a judgment and thought you were weak. Now I want to apologize, Xingjuro... you are not weak, you are even stronger than me."

The power Yakumo here refers to is the inner strength.

Because of Yakumo's approval, the smile on Anjuro's face became even more enthusiastic. He raised his head and let out a hearty laugh, causing the passersby around him to turn their heads slightly.

The two returned to the hotel and were in the usual double suite.

Purgatory Anjuro took the reason for this trip off his back.

Those are two Nichirin swords specially made for Yakumo.

Because of Yakumo's special status.

These two Nichirin knives were delivered by him personally.

Yakumo took the wooden box and slowly opened it. Inside the light yellow soft cloth lay two straight Nichirin swords. Compared with ordinary Nichirin swords, these two knives were wider and heavier. They were specially customized by him.

, in order to match his strength which is far beyond that of ordinary Demon Slayer members.

"Try it quickly."

Purgatory Anjurou looks forward to it, and the Nichirin Sword will change color according to the user's attributes.

At this time, he was looking forward to what kind of color these two swords would show in Yakumo's hands.

Yakumo smiled softly, held the handle of the knife and slowly pulled out the Nichirin sword, holding it flat in front of his chest to observe.

The craftsmanship of these two knives is excellent, and the blades are smooth without any uneven marks.

Obviously after being built, it has also been quenched and polished with great care.

Under the expectant gaze of Purgatory Anjuro, starting from the position close to the handle, the blade was gradually replaced by pure white, until the entire blade became pure white. Due to the wider blade, it looked more like a pure white square ruler.

.

"Hahahahaha...that's rare!"

Purgatory Anjuro raised his head and laughed heartily.

"I think the white color is a bit scary."

Yakumo shook his head, and then picked up another Nichirin sword. In the eyes of the two of them, the blade gradually turned into pure white.

Pure white double blades!

"My lord and I both believe that you will be the hope to end the thousand-year history of cannibal ghosts. This pure white color is like the sun in the sky. You are really worthy of it."

Purgatory Anjuro patted Yakumo on the shoulder and stood up. The pattern on the end of the feather fabric was like a flame jumping and burning.

"More than forty passengers have disappeared on the Infinite Train. The Lord suspects an evil spirit is committing the crime and has sent me to investigate. Do you want to go with us? There are a few good young people on this trip."

Yakumo heard this and shook his head.

"I feel there is something wrong with the Eternal Bliss Sect in this city, and I plan to go and have a look tonight."

In fact.

Yakumo had already locked onto the evil aura of that evil spirit, but because the aura of that evil spirit was slightly stronger, Yakumo waited until he got the Nichirin Sword.

Not to be cowardly, but to be cautious.

"Okay, stay safe!"

"You too... pay attention to your safety."

ps: Please give me a monthly ticket.