Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Peach Mountain.

The March wind is gentle, caressing the peach forest like a mother's hand. Peach blossoms bloom and fall, like butterflies dancing.

A pink petal fell on the nose of the boy under the peach tree. He held his hands behind his head, breathing evenly, drooling from the corners of his mouth, and occasionally making a few sleepy sounds.

"Normal wife, stick with me, hehehe!"

"Silly Wuzhan, take my whip and get the wisteria flower, the red sword windmill, and the poisonous sunbathing package..."

Such a good time, it's another day for Tiandao Feiyuzhen to daydream.

He has a dark red short hair, a fair face, and looks harmless.

"You little bastard, you are lazy again, do you want to piss off your teacher to death!"

A violent rebuke sounded, and then a wooden sword flew out from the lush peach branches in the distance, and the breath emitted by the wooden sword rolled up thousands of peach blossoms.

Just when Tiandao Feiyuzhen was about to be shot in the head, he tilted his head slightly, and the wooden sword pierced into the peach tree. His golden eyes slowly opened, and he stretched lazily and said lazily:

"Old man, there are only a few moves, what's the point of practicing!"

"I can beat you with that thing even when I'm sleeping!"

"Also, are you my real master?!"

"Go for the kill!"

He pointed helplessly at the wooden sword beside his head. The sword was already three points into the wood, and it would definitely kill someone if it hit his head.

"If I'm not your master, who would be? Otherwise, why did I pick you up in the first place? Is it for nothing?"

"Stinky boy, I know you have talent, but if you don't work hard, you'll waste your good talent!"

"Go practice with the sword!"

Tiandao Feiyuzhen saw a little old man, who was about the same height as him when he was twelve years old.

The old man has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a long mustache, and white hair and beard. He looks like someone who is not easy to mess with. His right leg is a prosthesis, so he can only use a cane.

The old man's name is Kuwashima Jigoro. He is the former Sound Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps. After his right leg was broken, he lived in seclusion in Taoshan and became a trainer.

Twelve years ago, he picked up a baby at the foot of Taoshan. That baby was Tiandao Feiyuzhen.

What the old man didn't know was that the little baby's body was hosting a soul that did not belong to this world.

"Old man, let's practice later!" Tiandao Feiyuzhen showed a pitiful smile and begged.

Perhaps because he was a time traveler, he had an extraordinary talent in kendo, coupled with his keen perception, it is not an exaggeration to say that he was born for the sword.

"No, if you don't swing the sword a thousand times today, you are not allowed to eat!"

"Swinging the sword is the foundation. If the foundation is not solid, the sword will not be stable..."

Fei Yuzhen felt that the old man was going to start nagging again, so he decisively chose to run away.

"Old man, I finished swinging in the morning. Now it's time to rest. Bye, you!"

Hearing this, Kuwashima Jigoro's mouth twitched, and he thought of the scarecrow holding a wooden sword and wearing clothes on the top of the mountain. If he hadn't really taken a look, he would have believed it.

His apprentice is good in everything, but he is too casual and lazy.

"You cheated me with a moving wooden man!"

"I don't know how you developed a moving little man. If you have the ability, don't go to a good place. I must beat you!"

Fei Yuzhen's face darkened, and he thought to himself that it was not good. He was discovered and ran away quickly.

As soon as he ran, a golden lightning left a thick trail in the peach forest.

"Old man, you don't have martial ethics, why do you still use sword skills, you are playing a trick!"

Fei Yuzhen's face fell and he protested.

"Although my legs are crippled, it's still easy to catch you!"

Kuangdao Jigoro pressed his apprentice's shoulders with a kind face, holding the wooden sword in the other hand, and his tone was stern with a bit of the taste of a hero who is not old.

Fei Yuzhen used his special skill, the thigh hugging technique, to try to awaken the master's kindness.

"Master, I have depended on you since I was a child. If you kill me, who will take care of you in your old age!"

"Master, my kind, strong, loving and handsome master!"

Fei Yuzhen was in tears, moving him with emotion and reasoning.

Kuangdao Jigoro always felt that something was wrong. Why did he have to take care of him in his old age?

"Don't you want me to be good?"

"Today, I'll show you what it means to be a good disciple under a strict teacher. Thunder Breathing·One Form·Thunderbolt Flash!"

"Ahhh, ahhhh!"

Soon, screams echoed in the peach forest.

"Master, Master..."

"It hurts!"

"Old man, if you're like this, we'll have to talk about the tea you had with Grandma Yamamoto in the town below!"

Since he was beaten, Fei Yuzhen started to dig up the old man's dirt.

"That was because I helped her, she thanked me, what's your tone, as if I did something wrong..."

Kujima Jigoro immediately retorted, and at the same time, the knife in his hand became faster, but he didn't do it seriously, otherwise how could a little kid still be alive and kicking under the pursuit of the pillar.

"It's okay, I don't mind having more master's wives, the mother-in-law is very nice, and she always makes delicious food for me!"

Fei Yuzhen said something exaggerated.

"Thunder Breathing·Type 2..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's sword skills became more and more fierce, and he was barely able to dodge it, and it was not far from being beaten up.

"Ahhh!"

"Murder, arson, robbery..."

No one would hear Fei Yuzhen even if he shouted at the top of his throat, after all, there were only the master and apprentice on the huge Taoshan.

Although the old man's knife was getting faster and faster, every knife had a purpose, he was training Fei Yuzhen's reaction ability.

He had to admit that this guy's perception was not what a human should have.

Having been a trainer for decades, Tiandao's qualifications were terrifying, just like the son of God.

"Grandpa, you're going too far, I want to..."

"What do you want, traitor!"

Grandpa Kuwashima's temper was unbearable, and he and Yukiko were innocent.

"I'll just hide, anyway you can't hit me a few times!" Feiyuzhen turned his head and stuck out his tongue, with a little sarcasm in his tone.

"Hey, you dare to mock me, I think you're bold!"

The sunset was setting, and the delicate peach blossoms were covered with a layer of red frost.

On the top of the mountain, the young one was running, and the old one was chasing with a knife.

This was a day of Taoshan's teacher's kindness and disciple's filial piety.

Finally, Tiandao Feiyuzhen was tired of running, and most importantly, he was hungry.

He sat down on the ground, whispered softly, with a childish tone, and said with a smile:

"Grandpa, I was wrong!"

In an instant, the wooden sword stopped in mid-air, the old man turned his head, his cheeks slightly red, pretending to be angry, and snorted coldly.

"Hmph!"

"I'll beat you again tomorrow, go home for dinner!"

Kujima Jigoro turned and walked towards the wooden house halfway up the mountain, feeling happy because he was called grandpa.

The child who was raised by a lot of shit and piss is waiting for this grandpa.

Fei Yuzhen smiled secretly, the old man is like this, strict on the surface, but soft-hearted.

The word "grandpa" has been tried and tested.

Alas, this arrogant old man.

He patted his butt and stood up, thinking about how to kill the bastard Gyoyue, and it would be best if he couldn't become a disciple of the old man.

It's enough for his junior brother to have Zenitsu.