Konoha's task master

Yakumo easily put the two Nichirin swords into the glory sword case.

At the same time, he stood up and planned to send Purgatory Anjuro off.

The two of them were walking on the street, aiming towards the outside of the city.

The neon lights flashing on both sides of the street show a different kind of prosperity, but this kind of prosperity is destined to have nothing to do with Purgatory Anjuro. He walks with the night and death until the day when the ghosts are completely eliminated.

Freshly grilled beef meatballs are displayed on the street stalls.

The aroma is tangy.

There was an imperceptible trace of salivation in Purgatory Anjuro's eyes, but Yakumo accurately caught it. At Yakumo's request, the two of them came to the stall and ordered more than a dozen skewers of beef meatballs and takoyaki.

The red charcoal fire illuminated their faces. Yakumo preferred takoyaki and Purgatory Anjuro preferred beef meatballs. The two chatted for a few more words, but mostly Purgatory Anjuro was talking and Yakumo was listening.

There are many secrets but I cannot confess them easily, I can only keep silent.

While chatting... Infernal Anjuro mentioned the young man named... Kamado Tanjiro, and from Anjuro's tone, he planned to train him to be his stepson, and the so-called stepson means heir.

In his narration, Yakumo was able to outline the basic image of Kamado Tanjiro, who was brave, kind, determined, compassionate towards the weak, and fearless towards the strong.

All in all, Anjuro seemed very satisfied.

After the two of them had eaten, they continued to set off.

Yakumo lowered his head and wiped out the burning blood reagent from his ninja tool bag. He felt that one day Anjuro would use this thing, because no matter what level of ghost he encountered, Anjuro's only choice was to fight.

"This is…?"

Purgatory Anjuro looked at the blood-colored liquid flowing in the glass tube in Yakumo's palm and asked with some confusion.

"Burning blood, a secret medicine, means to burn the blood in the body in exchange for unrivaled power. If you use it, you will die 100% of the time, but it can ignore most of the pain and explode with power far beyond normal."

Yakumo thought for a while and handed the burned blood to Purgatory Anjuro.

"I hope you won't need it, but I also hope you will have more power when you plan to burn yourself to protect others."

"ha!"

Purgatory Anjuro took the burned blood... threw his head back and laughed.

"I have already prepared to burn. Naturally, I hope it will burn even more vigorously. Yakumo... I like this gift very much!"

Purgatory Anjuro laughed heartily.

Death is not worth fearing.

Apparently, he really liked this gift.

The two separated.

Yakumo turned around and touched the Eternal Bliss Sect.

In the blink of an eye, he had touched the vicinity of the ghost, and relied on his superb hiding skills to temporarily hide his figure.

Yakumo's original plan was to wait for the sun to rise before launching the attack.

However, believers kept coming carrying sacrifices.

Yakumo looked around and saw a girl sleeping soundly, with a smile on her lips, as if she was having a sweet dream.

If you wait one more night, you can imagine what will happen to this girl.

The pure white Nichirin sword slid out.

His legs exerted force and he suddenly broke the window.

Broken pieces of bamboo fell to the ground.

The surrounding light yellow curtains are filled with the fragrance of sandalwood. Sitting on the yellow cushions is a young man of about twenty years old. His colorful eyes show a little anger, but his figure is very lazy.

The curtain is covered with colorful lotus flowers, and the atmosphere is peaceful and peaceful.

Yakumo raised his head and looked at Tongmo.

Brush, the white sword is like a roaring dragon!

Tong Mo jumped up.

Breaking the window...jumping towards the pool next to it.

In an instant, the fences and wooden pillars along the way were cut off by the light of the sword. Yakumo flew like a huge bird at low altitude, directly smashing the wall into pieces, and the surrounding stones flew like bullets.

Tong Mo smiled and crossed his fan to block the flying stones.

The enemy's figure broke through the wall, and the blade was wrapped with a golden arc. Yakumo couldn't help but think of the owner of the Breath of Thunder he had faced before, waving an iron fan.

"Vampire Art: Lotus Leaf Ice."

As Tong Mo waved the iron fan, the extremely cold waves spread outward, and three lotus-shaped ice crystals appeared on Yakumo's path.

The surrounding temperature suddenly became extremely cold.

Yakumo's powerful eyesight allowed him to detect blood threads in the ice crystals. The blood threads were extremely thin, as if they were changing positions with the flow of air. Yakumo instinctively thought of Toshiro, whom he had fought against before, and subconsciously held his breath.

The lotus made of ice collided with Yakumo very quickly, and the surrounding ice flakes were as sharp as blades, and the distance between the two continued to shrink.

Yakumo used both hands to tighten his grip on the blade. In his eyes, the originally pure white blade gradually turned red, like a burning flame.

——Yakumo accidentally hit and activated the He Dao.

The double blades smashed through the ice lotus like a torch, and light blue ice crystals splashed everywhere, covered with silver brilliance under the moonlight. Yakumo controlled the double blades to crash into the boundary formed by the ice crystals, and the surrounding ice crystals were quickly burned white by the flames.

of steam.

"Vampire Art: Loose Lotus Flower!"

The ice crystals in mid-air quickly gathered into thin ice flowers, each petal was as sharp as a sharp blade. Tong Mo waved his double fans, gradually forming a boundary of ice between the two of them.

"Wei Guo!"

The double blades crossed like sharp claws, instantly shattering the ice on the path. The cold current convolved into a storm behind Yakumo, using the lotus as a springboard, the distance between the two was extremely close.

"Vampire Art·Frozen Cloud!"

Tong Mo waved the iron fan with both hands, pushing out the clouds condensed with cold current, which contained a large amount of ice crystals. Tong Mo used this move to force the enemy back, and the advancing blade made him feel the pressure he had not seen for a long time.

"The Mist of Eternal Sleep."

Yakumo spoke softly, and the thick fog rolled and spread, the leaden gray fog mixed with the white clouds swallowing ice crystals.

Yakumo did not stop and continued to move forward, the roaring blade pointed directly at Tongmo's neck.

Tong Mo instantly stopped smiling and turned into a state of neither sadness nor joy.

At the critical moment of life and death, Tong Mo could no longer care about acting. He had never faced such a powerful enemy. All his attacks and defenses were unreasonably torn apart by the enemy.

Even the defense he was proud of couldn't stop those double blades burning with flames.

"Vampire Art·Crystalized Prince."

Five clones made of ice crystals appeared in the courtyard. Their appearance was almost the same as that of Tong Mo. These clones had similar characteristics to Tong Mo and could even activate some less powerful vampire techniques.

"Vampire Art: Xuandong Icicle."

The water droplets in the lotus pond gradually surge upward and gather into sharp ice edges in mid-air. All this is completed in the blink of an eye.

Countless icicles fell from the sky!

Coercion becomes more and more tyrannical.

The terrifying extreme cold hits Yakumo from the surrounding area.

Many attacks converged at this moment.

Tong Mo was now more than 100 confident. With these few combos, he could severely damage the enemy in front of him.

White marks streaked through the air.

That's falling ice.

The ice wall in front of Yakumo spread outward layer by layer, suppressing all his dodge space. At this time, he was strategically forced into a desperate situation by Tong Mo.

Dodge, do you need to dodge?

When he is strong enough, he will not be afraid of all attacks from the enemy, whether it is icicles falling from the sky or the ice wall spreading brutally in front of him.

One knife is enough to... solve it!

His eyes were slightly focused, and his fighting spirit was high.

"Powerful country."

Yakumo spoke softly, and the flaming blade illuminated the night sky. The next moment, countless blades spread outward, cutting through all the ice edges around him, the ice wall in front of him, and even Tong Mo's clone.

The sea of ​​fire boiled and melted the surrounding icicles.

The scorching heat almost hit your face.

Looking from a distance, it looks like fire coming from heaven!

The white clouds were swallowed up by the thick fog.

On those red double swords, Tong Mo sensed an unimaginable sense of crisis!

Will die, will die, will die.

Every cell in his body reminded him that death was imminent, but Tong Mo's expression did not change at all.

No sadness, no joy, no anger, no anger.

Even for death, Tong Mo didn't have any fear.

"Ice Burial of the Ten Night Moon."

Tong Mo held his two fans horizontally in front of him, trying to block Yakumo's extremely sharp slashes. Countless fan bones were pieced together into a beautiful blooming lotus, and excitement appeared in Tong Mo's eyes.

"Young man, you are more interesting than the world."

Ding.

The weapons collided, and Tong Mo instantly became extremely surprised. The iron fan, which had steel as its bones and gold as its surface, was easily cut off by the enemy.

It's like...a scalding hot knife cutting through butter.

The surrounding icicles exploded and splashed at this moment.

Yakumo stepped forward and slashed straight!

"Vampire Art, Fog Ice, Water Lily Bodhisattva."

This is Tong Mo's unique skill. The surrounding water droplets and cold air rush to wrap around his body, creating a light blue ice man, which looks like a Bodhisattva sitting with his hands clasped in meditation. As time goes by, the height of the Bodhisattva rises to four levels.

Mi, wrapped in ice, Tong Mo smiled.

The next second, Tong Mo's body was cut open entirely.

The four-meter-long ice bodhisattva was cut off without any hindrance. The huge ice blocks collapsed around them, and at the same time, the double blades swept across, forming a cross.

Before Tong Mo could react.

The head rises from the sky.

Tong Mo's eyes were full of shock and astonishment.

"How can it be?"

"Is this being beheaded?"

The head that fell to the ground muttered.

Yakumo squatted down and looked at the body that gradually turned into ashes.

The killing was too easy this time, and the Nichirin Sword's ability to restrain the evil spirits was even more exaggerated than imagined.

The surrounding ice gradually sank into the lotus pond, and bustling footsteps could be heard all around. The followers of the Eternal Bliss Sect were quickly arriving.

But Yakumo still hasn't been prompted by the game system.

"No! No! No!"

"You are so interesting, I can't die!"

The ghost head who fell on the ground spoke out, and the body that was turning into ashes was gradually healing, as if death was being reversed.

"What's happening here?"

In his perception, the enemy's aura actually became stronger.

But Purgatory Anjuro said that ghosts can be killed by beheading them with the Nichirin Sword.

At this time, he was a little confused.

Yakumo began to swing his sword...one breath, a hundred cuts.

The momentum that had been gradually gathering stopped, and the flaming Nichirin sword drove into Tongmo's body like a red-hot steel pillar.

Immediately ignited the gathering cells around him, and as Yakumo swung his hundred swords, Tongmo's body seemed to be burning with countless flames.

Even if he overcame the weakness of decapitation with his own will.

But... the gap between heaven and earth still exists. Tongmo's physical attributes are about forty points, but Yakumo's four attributes have exceeded fifty points.

After more than ten seconds, the game system's prompt sounded.

〖Congratulations to the player for killing Shangxian 2·Tong Mo.〗

〖Congratulations to the player, you have obtained 7000 battle points!〗

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

Under the moonlight, the double blades were returned to the sword case.

Yakumo used the darkness of night to quickly escape from the Eternal Bliss Sect.

The battle lasted for less than a minute, but his stomach felt a little empty.

After losing chakra, all his moves and attacks relied on physical strength, which directly led to... Yakumo's appetite increased greatly and he became very easily hungry.

Yakumo thought for a while, then returned to the stall where he and Purgatory Anjuro had just eaten and ordered some beef meatballs and takoyaki.

After half a ring.

"It seems to be just like that, not very delicious."

Yakumo stood up after paying the bill.

Maybe...it's because I ate it alone.

It just so happened that the evil spirits in this city had been dealt with.

Yakumo found the right direction and began to pursue Purgatory Anjurou.

In this world, it is difficult to meet someone you get along with.

Yakumo didn't want the next time he saw him to be at his funeral. Purgatory Anjuro was covered with a pure white sheet and surrounded by white flowers.

Close your eyes and sleep forever, with peaceful eyes.

Yakumo quickly shook his head.

Hurry up and set off.

More than half an hour later, Yakumo caught up with Purgatory Anjurou.

"Didn't you say you wanted to investigate the evil spirits in the city?"

Purgatory Anjuro ran quickly with his hands behind his back, a little surprised by Yakumo's sudden appearance.

In fact, with the cooperation of the full concentration breathing method, Purgatory Anjuro's running speed is much faster than ordinary people, but Yakumo can easily keep up with Purgatory Anjuro's speed, and his face looks quite calm.

"already solved."

Yakumo replied, his expression as usual.

Is there any need to explain the battle that lasted less than a minute?

of course not.

"Isn't the enemy strong? You don't look injured."

Purgatory Anjuro asked with some curiosity. In his opinion, no matter how strong Yakumo was, he would not be able to defeat Twelve Demons on the level of demons in less than half an hour.

Swish, swish.

The shadows of the trees kept sweeping back.

From a distance, it looks like a constantly twisting devil.

Tonight, the moonlight was a little hazy, covering the two of them like a gauze. Yakumo adjusted the collar of his clothes that was soaked in the wind with his hands. It was a bit cold after running all night, and he said at the same time.

"Two Strings, Ice Ghost·Tong Mo."

"What?"

Purgatory Anjuro slipped and almost fell down.

Just now, he almost had difficulty maintaining the stability of his concentrated breathing.

But he believed... Yakumo wasn't joking.

This feeling was like being besieged by the enemy. He only had time to grab a meal. As a result... his good friend rushed into the enemy camp alone and directly killed the No. 3 person in the enemy camp, while the enemy's thousands of soldiers

The horse is useless.

"Half an hour...to solve the second string?"

"It should take less than a minute."

Yakumo continued to preach, completely ignoring Purgatory Anjuro's face that gradually fell into self-doubt.

"With the Nichirin Sword, killing ghosts is really easy. Just rush in front of the ghost and before the ghost can react, use the Nichirin Sword to behead him directly."

Purgatory Anjuro looked at Yakumo's vivid explanation.

Falling into deep self-doubt.

If killing ghosts can really be that simple, then what are the hundreds of years of sacrifices made by the Demon Slayer Squad?

A mediocre person, do you continue to behave foolishly?

"At this moment, I truly believe that you will put an end to the person who killed... Ghost King Wuhan. It seems that our sacrifice is to wait for your appearance and end the evil history that has lasted for thousands of years."

There was a bit of frustration in his tone. Even though he was mentally tough, he couldn't calmly face such repeated attacks. That was... a gap that made people instinctively despair.

"Xingjuro, your sacrifice is not waiting for me to appear."

Yakumo shook his head and spoke with great sincerity.

"You are great and noble people, but I am not even half as good as you."

Purgatory Anjurou smiled when he received the recognition.

But when he looked at Yakumo with a relaxed expression, he still felt uncomfortable. From hunting ghosts, killing ghosts, to running hundreds of miles to catch up with him, this kind of physical strength or endurance made him couldn't help but refresh his understanding of Yakumo again.

The most important thing is...the one who was killed was the second one.

"How did you do it...kill Shang Xian Er so easily?"

After hearing this, Yakumo thought briefly.

"I have fought against enemies who control extreme cold before. Now I have some experience in fighting against Shangxian Er Tong Mo. Moreover, compared with that person, Tong Mo's manipulation of ice seems a bit immature."

"experience…?"

Purgatory Anjuro asked curiously.

"Without any consumption, just get close...and behead him directly."

Yakumo answered confidently.

"What if the enemy attacks and defends?"

"Cut it to pieces directly. You have to believe that the blade will cut everything at its fingertips."

Purgatory Anjuro was silent.

In Yakumo, he felt the unevenness of the world.

The two people stopped and walked, running in the wilderness.

Although there are signs of technological recovery in this era, most places are still extremely primitive, showing a strange sense of fragmentation. Metropolises have neon lights and trams.

But more mountain villages have no electricity and no trace of technology.

Simple and unpretentious.

During this time, the two separated several times.

Yakumo took an extra detour to pursue the scent of the evil spirit, beheading him during the day, and finally found Purgatory Anjuro again before sunset. The two often camped in the mountains and ate dry food without much flavor.

Yakumo drew out the Nichirin Sword and placed it in front of him...

The originally smooth blade was already full of chips, and there was even a small crack extending from the blade to the back.

These two carefully crafted weapons were nearly completely destroyed.

This was due to countless, extremely brutal slashes.

"This weapon is a bit too fragile."

Yakumo curled his lips.

Put the Nichirin Sword back into the Glory Sword Box for warming up.

Purgatory Anjuro's expression was a little strange. He had seen all the slashes that Yakumo unleashed. He really couldn't imagine what kind of material in this world could withstand such a level of power.

"I can probably get to the station tomorrow."

The tree crown not far from the two of them looked like a huge umbrella, blocking out the sky and the sun. On the thick branches... squatted a somewhat plump pheasant. The pheasant was squatting at a safe distance and preening the colorful feathers on its tail.

Yakumo looked at the dry food in his hand.

At the same time, I looked at the pheasants in the distance.

In the Glory Sword Box... Jie Yu slowly slid out.

Yakumo held it with his backhand...

"Tonight...good luck, let's eat chicken."

Brush, Yakumo's figure disappears.

"So fast."

Purgatory Anjuro sighed in a low voice.

Half an hour later, the two of them were gnawing on the fat and oily chicken legs, and had the most sumptuous dinner in the past two days.

That night, Yakumo continued to hunt evil spirits.

ps: Asking for monthly ticket