Shirou Emiya doesn't want to work overtime

He just asked for a direction, the approximate direction of the final trial of Fujiki Mountain.

He rushed here relying on his own perception.

"Over there?"

Emiya looked in the direction of Inosuke Hashibira's finger, and then picked up the map that he had thrown to the ground because of an emergency.

It seemed that it was stepped on during the battle, and now it is basically unclear.

"It seems that I can only trust Inosuke."

Emiya felt that since they had already reached the vicinity of Fujiki Mountain, then except for himself, a complete outsider, everyone he met in this area should know where Fujiki Mountain is.

But I just hope that Inosuke Hashibira will not take the wrong way.

"This knife————"

Inosuke Hashibira pulled out the Nichirin Sword that he had picked up and inserted into the tree trunk, looked at it carefully, and then waved it casually a few times.

"Red, so ugly!"

Emiya could hear that his tone was full of disgust.

"If you think it's ugly, return it to me..."

"Return it to you? This is my trophy. Even if I don't use it, it belongs to me, the king of the mountain. How can I return it to you? Humph!"

Hearing that Emiya wanted to take the weapon back, Inosuke Hashibira instantly showed a posture of wanting to continue fighting with Emiya, ready to guard against Emiya's sudden attack at any time.

"..."

"Then, I exchange something?"

Emiya took out a box of lunch from his backpack.

"What is this?"

Inosuke Hashibira saw Emiya suddenly take out a box of items from his backpack, his face was full of vigilance, and he even made an attacking move with his hands, ready to attack Emiya at any time.

Emiya didn't intend to explain anything to the person in front of him who seemed to be completely out of society. He carefully opened the lunch in his hand.

"It smells so good!"

Accompanied by a wisp of smoke-like fragrance drifting out, Inosuke Hashibira also followed the atmosphere and his stomach made a rumbling sound.

"Hungry!"

He touched his abdomen and threw the red Nichirin sword in his hand towards Emiya.

"!"

Emiya was frightened by Inosuke Hashibira's action. He quickly loosened his hand holding the lunch box and stood up to catch the Nichirin sword flying from the air.

Inosuke Hashibira disappeared from the spot at a wilder speed in the distance and appeared in front of Emiya.

"I'll take the food!"

It caught the falling lunch box, dodged, and caught the Nichirin sword thrown by Inosuke Hashibira. Emiya could only watch him grab the lunch box he took out and run away.

——————Time dividing line——————

Following the direction pointed by Inosuke Hashibira, Emiya soon saw purple trees hanging down like willows all over the mountains and fields.

In the afterglow of the sunset, the whole forest was illuminated by purple light. In such a sea of ​​wisteria flowers, an extremely wide road appeared in front of Emiya.

This is the real arrival at the mountainside of Fujiki Mountain.

Following the road on the mountainside, Emiya soon saw the gate that was set up like a shrine.

At this time, many people were holding swords in their hands, standing in the open space that looked like a square, as if waiting for something.

"So many people"

Emiya was a little surprised, because on the way here, except for Inosuke Hashibira, he had not met anyone else holding a Nichirin sword in his hand. He did not expect that so many people would participate in this trial.

Because Mr. Rengoku said that the combatants of the Demon Slayer Corps were very rare compared to other personnel, and in order to deal with demons from all over the place, unless they encountered a strong demon, they would generally only send one member of the Demon Slayer Corps to kill, which was also a training for them.

But the number of people who gathered here to participate in the trial was far beyond his imagination.

"But I don't seem to see Inosuke."

Looking around, Emiya did not find a man who was obviously special.

And just when Emiya was looking around for Inosuke Hashibira,

"Thank you all for coming to the final selection of the Demon Slayer Corps tonight."

Two doll-like women with one white and one black hair wore purple kimonos, holding lanterns in their hands, and spoke mechanically without any emotion.

"In this Fujiki Mountain, the demons captured alive by the Demon Slayer Corps are imprisoned."

"But the demons cannot leave, because from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, the wisteria flowers that the demons hate bloom all year round."

The two of them stated one sentence after another.

"But there are no more wisteria flowers ahead."

"Surviving here for seven days is the qualification for the final selection."

Emiya clenched his fist unconsciously.

He knew that this selection method was very dangerous and would kill many people, but he also knew that this selection method was cruel but efficient.

Only after going through the trial of blood and tears can one truly face those demons who take human lives lightly.

"Then, please have a good journey."

They bowed slightly and made way to both sides.

And those standing in the open space seemed to have been impatient for a long time, and rushed in one after another.

Seeing them so brave, Emiya felt that he might have been overthinking.

If they could go in without any hesitation, then their own strength must not be underestimated.

Mr. Rengoku said that not only do you need to practice the breathing method to a certain level, but you also need to get the permission of the trainer to participate in the final selection.

Moreover, the Demon Slayer Corps does not force people to participate. It is all voluntary. If you don't want to become a combat personnel, you will basically be transferred to the logistics department.

In this case, these confident people must have a certain strength to be sure that they can survive in it.

Emiya patted his chest and felt that he should be more optimistic.

It is very likely that most people passed the trial just because the demons outside are too powerful, which led to such a high casualty rate of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Just when Emiya was about to follow the team in, he saw a man with dazzling golden hair, his feet trembling and walked into the deep path.

"Is he really okay?"

Emiya could clearly feel the fear in that person's heart.

Both legs were trembling, could Emiya not see it?

"Look for him first when we get in."

Compared to those who rushed in without thinking, this young man who looked very timid was more likely to die in Fujiki Mountain.

Chapter 34 Hand Ghost

Night slowly fell.

The bright moon also hung silently in the sky.

But the forest at this time was unusually restless.

The sounds of countless bodies colliding and swords slashing came from everywhere. Although the sounds from everywhere could not be transmitted very far, they still made the whole forest full of noisy feeling.

"This is already the thirteenth one. How can there be so many ghosts here?"

Throwing the blood stained on the Sun Wheel Sword in his hand to the ground at the side, Emiya ran in the woods panting.

From the moment he entered the interior of Fujiki Mountain until now, Emiya has not rested. He will encounter ghosts every few steps.

And these ghosts do not appear alone, basically two or three appear together.

Fortunately, they do not know what teamwork is, and they will even kill each other.

"Sword Breathing Flame Type Shiranui"

Emiya Shirou rushed forward at high speed like a burst of fire. In an instant, the heads of the two demons fell to the ground before their bodies could react.

Emiya Shirou, who combined the breathing method with the magic circuit, no longer needed to project the weapons of the relevant people to use his moves.

He could feel that different breathing methods were related. He only needed to make slight adjustments to use different types of breathing methods.

Even though Emiya always thought that he had excellent physical strength, he was out of breath after so many battles.

"If I continue to fight at such a high intensity, I may not be able to pass this final selection."

The demons in Fujiki Mountain are not strong, and they have not even encountered demons with blood demon arts, but they can't stand the number of demons.

In fact, it is not because the density of demons inside Fujiki Mountain is very high, but mainly because Emiya believes that since it is a trial, it should be a fierce battle with demons.

The demons captured by the Demon Slayer Corps are not for them to keep for the next batch of juniors and sisters to try.

But most of the people who came to participate in the trial basically thought that they would hide at night, sleep during the day and travel until the end of the seven days.

Even Tanjiro chose to hide at night first, with the goal of surviving for seven days.

Unlike Shirou Emiya, who walked blatantly in the middle of the road, and after each battle, he did not leave the first time, but rested on the spot, and then fought with the ghosts coming over.

Even Hashibira Inosuke ran around like a reckless man after the battle to find those ghosts that kept wandering, instead of staying in the same place like guarding the ring.

Emiya's behavior would only make more and more ghosts gather.

And Emiya thought that those people should be stronger than him, but he didn't know that he was like the sun in the dark night, attracting most of the attention of the ghosts.

They were already starving, and it was easy to find this person who exposed his position like a light bulb than to find those who were hiding.

Everyone was hiding, and only Emiya was killing crazily with great momentum.

"!"

Emiya felt an extremely strong sense of oppression coming from behind him.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

It seemed that some huge creature was walking in the woods, and its heavy steps suppressed Emiya's beating heart.

Emiya raised his Sunwheel Sword and pointed it in the direction of the sound in a very serious posture.

"Oh, oh, I thought the person who could kill so many demons was a cute little fox, but I didn't expect it to be a cute little fox, and it didn't use the water breathing. This really surprised me."

Emiya felt a very perverted voice coming from the behemoth in front of him.

Under the moonlight, a monster surrounded by different kinds of thick hands with only one eye exposed stood in front of Emiya-the hand ghost.

At this time, one of its hands was pinching the neck of a lifeless boy, and its eyes just glanced slightly, and it immediately seemed to lose interest.

"Have the dead appeared yet?"

Emiya tightly grasped his scarlet Nichirin Sword, shifted his body, and stomped the ground hard, turning his body into a bullet, which shot towards the hand demon who was looking at him with contempt with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The hand ghost didn't seem to care at all about the Nichirin sword that Emiya shot towards its neck.

"Qiang————!"

"So hard!"

Emiya cursed inwardly. The fierce slash was like cutting on steel, and he felt that his hand holding the knife was numb.

Instantly, two arms as thick as trees attacked Emiya in the air.

People stagnant in the air have no way to dodge, and the hand ghost has killed those extremely powerful people in this way countless times.

No one could have imagined that the hardness of his neck was close to that of a stone. If he did not have the power to split the stone, it would be impossible to cut off its neck.

In Fujigui Mountain, it is impossible for these people who have not even entered the Demon Slayer Squad to have the ability to cut off their own necks.

"Breath of Water, Type 2, Water Wheel"

Just when the two hands were about to catch Emiya, a shout came from the hand ghost's side.

I saw an extremely brilliant blue ring flashing in front of Emiya, and the two arms that were thrust towards Emiya were instantly severed from it and fell to the ground.