Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Just as the earth spikes were about to crush Kanao's body, a figure descended from the sky, and then Tanjiro's warm and steady voice reached her ears.

"Leave the back to me!"

As soon as the voice fell, he saw that the moment he was in the air, his body spun rapidly, and the Water Breathing·Land Type·Twisting Vortex was activated.

The blade flashing with azure light quickly passed through the air, bringing up a sharp blade wind.

In an instant, the blade wind and Tanjiro's movements merged perfectly, and turned into a sharp water tornado.

When it came into contact with the rapidly rotating water flow, there was only a "hiss" sound, and the originally hard and sharp earth spikes instantly disappeared without a trace, just like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun, without even a trace left.

At the same time, Kanao's pink double slashes from bottom to top all fell on the snow demon's neck. If it was in its prime, there might be hope to dodge, but it can't do it now.

"Ahhhhh!"

It roared in reluctance. It was bad enough to be treated as a sandbag, but it was a shame that it couldn't beat a bunch of little brats.

"Kanaho, come on!"

"Pigs rush forward!"

"Depend on... you!"

Hearing the encouragement from the other three, Kanao laughed. Her eyes were like torches. For the first time, she realized how happy it was to be needed by others.

"Ahhhh——"

Accompanied by her shouting, the gorgeous petals in the sky fluttered like snowflakes, and the pink fighting spirit was like a smart lightning, drawing an extremely beautiful arc in the air.

Her shouting overwhelmed the snow demon. Whether it was the fear of childhood trauma or the tension of getting along with strangers, everything disappeared in this knife.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the surrounding earth walls collapsed, and the snow demon's body turned into ashes.

Kanao showed a smile from the heart, her eyebrows curved and she turned and ran towards Tanjiro. For the first time, she dared to shout in front of others,

"Tanjiro, I succeeded, thank you!"

A refreshing fragrance rushed into the nose, and Tanjiro, who was hugged by Kanao, was stunned for a moment, and then blushed.

Not far away, Fei Yuzhen leaned against the top of a five-meter-high tree and nodded with satisfaction.

"In this way, these five little guys are considered to be masters!"

"I'm so tired!"

In order to find such a ghost who can be a sparring sandbag, he has put a lot of effort, and asked Miss Tamayo to prepare potions, and ran around everywhere.

The five little ones were exhausted after the battle.

Zenitsu and Xuanya fainted, and Zhuzhu even broke a rib. Tanjiro and Kanao also collapsed to the ground with weak legs.

Tanjiro looked at the night sky and realized his own weakness. After all, the five of them were fighting against a lower-rank demon weakened by the wisteria flower potion.

Even so, it took a lot of effort.

He raised his hand to the night sky and murmured, "If it were me alone, could I beat it?"

"I would definitely die!"

Just then, a warm big hand held Tanjiro's hand, and Fei Yuzhen's soft voice sounded, encouraging:

"You have done very well. When I beheaded the lower-rank demon for the first time, I also made great efforts, and it was done together with your brother Yiyong."

"Individual power is limited. After all, our Demon Slayer Corps is a whole!"

"We have a common goal, that is Muzan Kibutsuji!"

"One day, we will kill it!"

"I know, big brother Zhen!"

The only worry left in Tanjiro's heart disappeared, and at this moment, his heart was tougher than ever before.

In this battle, the five little ones all gained a lot, and the actual combat made them realize their own shortcomings.

In this way, they can move to the next level.

When the first ray of sunlight at dawn shone into the clouds, the final selection was over.

After the swordsmen who participated in the selection chose their own crows and sword-forging iron mines, they returned to the trainers, waiting to embark on a new journey.

…

Fifteen days later, Sagiri Mountain.

"Dingling, Dingling~"

The crisp and pleasant wind chimes echoed in the mist, and a tall man wearing a bamboo hat was walking on the mountain path with a sword in his arms.

Hearing the sound of the wind chimes, Tanjiro, who was swinging his sword, looked back. He knew that the swordsmith who sent him the Sun Wheel Sword had come, so he went forward to greet him enthusiastically.

"Hello, I'm Tanjiro Kamado!"

He extended his hand politely, but Hotaru Kotsuzuka just glanced at Tanjiro with disdain and said unhappily: "Take your stinky sweaty hands away, don't dirty my sword!"

Tanjiro: (｀_´)ゞ

"But I'm the swordsman waiting for the sword!"

"Sooner or later, I will use it. "

Hearing this, the masked Firefly frowned and yelled, "Then go wash your hands quickly, otherwise I won't give you the knife."

"Okay, okay!" Tanjiro nodded quickly, made a gesture of invitation, and said, "Sir, please come in and have a cup of tea, I'll go wash my hands right away."

"Hmph, don't touch my knife without washing your hands!"

Tetsuzuka Firefly rolled her eyes at him and walked straight to the wooden house.

"I didn't expect Mr. Tetsuzuka's preference for knives to be deeper than what the real brother described. Fortunately, he didn't take out a kitchen knife from his arms to chop me, huh~"

Tanjiro murmured. Through the facial decoration and personality, he had guessed the other party's identity.

After washing his hands very seriously, he returned to the wooden house. As soon as he opened the door, Tetsuzuka Firefly came over and said:

"Show me your hands!"

"Oh! "Although it's a bit strange for a grown man to want to see another grown man's hand, Tanjiro had no choice but to accept it, because his swordsmith was Mr. Katsuzuka.

"I washed it, really!" he emphasized.

The other party stared at Tanjiro's hand for a full minute before giving up, and then reluctantly handed over the Nichirin sword.

Tanjiro reached out to take it, but didn't take it, because Katsuzuka Hotaru was still holding the scabbard tightly.

"Well, Mr. Katsuzuka, please hold it for a while, I'm not in a hurry."

"No, no, I'll give it to you!"

"Okay... okay! "

Tanjiro tried to pull it again, but still couldn't pull it.

After going back and forth for more than a dozen times, he finally got the sword.

Tanjiro knew that the Nichirin Sword was called the Color-Changing Blade, and that every swordsman's sword would change to the color of his breathing method. In fact, he had always been looking forward to it.

Who knew that he was pushed back by Hotaru Tetsutsuka just as he held the handle of the sword. The latter said very seriously:

"Boy, you have to promise me that you won't break the sword like that bastard!"

Tanjiro looked puzzled and slowly said, "Who is that bastard?"

"But Mr. Tetsutsuka, I will try my best not to break the sword."

After all, the enemies to be faced in the future may be ordinary demons or upper-rank demons, and he really can't guarantee it.

"Huh?"

"Do you also want to break my sword like that bastard Tendou Hiyujin?"

Hotaru Tetsutsuka said very unhappy.