Taking stock of the ceiling of Zongman, who will beat Sukuna this time?

The old man was very happy.

As everyone was sighing at the experience of Jiguo Yuichi and the brotherhood between him and Iwakatsu, the scene on the light curtain changed again.

In the martial arts field of Jiguo, Iwakatsu was receiving guidance from the swordsmanship master.

Although he was young, his body was extremely upright, and his standard posture when swinging the sword attracted the master's praise.

"Is your brother's dream to become the strongest samurai in this country?"

After watching for a long time, the young Yuichi finally spoke the first sentence.

Then, the young brother expressed his wish to follow his brother's footsteps.

"Then let me become the second strongest samurai"

Simple words, accompanied by a smile from the heart.

However, the always sensitive Yoriichi didn't notice it.

A trace of disgust flashed in his beloved brother's eyes-

A monk is a monk!

A samurai is a samurai!

A samurai is a being who fights with his life at stake.

You are so weak and incompetent.

You only stick to your mother.

Such a weakling...you'd better stand behind me and be protected.

At this time, the father who was also standing by and watching, for some reason, jokingly asked Yoriichi to try to learn swordsmanship and practice with the swordsman master.

Looking at the opponent in front of him, Yoriichi suddenly had a strange feeling.

It was obviously the first time he picked up a bamboo sword.

The first time he learned the formula of swordsmanship.

But why is this happening?

Everything in front of him was visible in his eyes.

The movement of the lungs.

The direction of the bones.

The contraction of the muscles.

The flow of blood.

The secrets of the human body are so clear in my eyes.

Although I have had this ability since I was born, and I can see my mother's serious illness.

But only at this moment, when I am really on the battlefield, can I really feel the power of this ability.

Then, all I have to do next is swing the sword, right?

In an instant!

The frail body rushed towards the careless opponent on the opposite side like a gust of wind!

One sword, two swords, three swords, four swords!

The strongest swordsman of the Iwakatsu family, who has experienced hundreds of battles, is like a clumsy puppet under the attack of a young child.

It only took four moves, and the army was defeated.

In the shocked eyes of others, Yuichi stared blankly at the bamboo sword in his hand.

The feeling of hitting others... is not good.

And in the heart of Iwakatsu, who witnessed the whole process, the pride he once had was instantly shattered.

The master who was so powerful to me was so vulnerable in front of his monster-like brother.

So, am I the weak one?

So, the pity I showed as a strong man was just my own wishful thinking.

…

At this moment, the heavens and the worlds were in an uproar.

"Just now I was curious why such a child could become the ceiling of a world. I didn't expect that there was such a strong talent behind the weak surface!"

"Did you see the child's movements clearly? He just swung the knife a few times, and he didn't even exert his strength. How come the samurai fell down?"

"Is this the natural swordsman? I'm really living a dog's belly at my age!"

"Hahaha, did you see Iwakatsu's expression? His heart was broken."

Demon Slayer World. Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters.

The pillars, who were in a mess just now, looked at the weak but powerful figure in the light curtain and analyzed it calmly.

"Is this the swordsmanship of the Warring States Period? I do see the shadow of the swordsmanship of the Demon Slayer Corps in it."

"In terms of swordsmanship alone, Mr. Yoshiichi is still immature at this time, but the ease and freedom when swinging the sword is probably something that none of us can achieve."

"Indeed, I can vaguely feel that Mr. Yoshiichi seems to be able to see through the movements of the samurai. Every swing of the sword is accurate and just right, leaving the opponent no room for counterattack."

"Muichiro, do you have any clues?"

At this point, everyone cast their eyes on the Kasumi Pillar Tokito Muichiro, who was as taciturn as their ancestor.

If we talk about talent, the youngest pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps is no less talented.

It took him only two months to become a pillar since he held the sword. He is the most promising former in the Demon Slayer Corps now.

With emerald green eyes showing confusion, Muichiro, who had lost most of his memory at this time, just shook his head.

"Now

I...can't do this."

...

Type-Moon World. Human Resources Support Agency Chaldea.

At this time, Musashi, Kojiro, and Meow Meow who appeared out of nowhere... No, it was Okada Izo who started the swordsmanship discussion meeting.

"Is this the 'emptiness' that Musashi mentioned?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka asked curiously.

"No." Miyamoto Musashi shook his head, "'Empty' represents the highest realm of swordsmanship. This brother Yuichi has shown more of a keen perception of the world around him, but since he has this talent, it must not be difficult for him to reach the realm of 'emptiness'. ”

“But then again, as a shota, brother Yoriichi seems to be very delicious too, hehehehe…”

Looking at Musashi who was showing some nymphomania, Sasaki Kojiro interrupted in time and brought the topic back to the discussion of swordsmanship.

“Yes, just as Lord Musashi said, the talent shown by that boy is somewhat similar to the skills I mastered - Mind's Eye (Fake) and Mirror Still Water.”

“It’s just that I also had the honor to comprehend it after going through rigorous training and countless battles. As a swordsman, the talent of this boy is indeed enviable.”

“Tsk, I don’t think so.” Okada Izo, who claimed to be a swordsmanship genius, sang a different tune.

“Swordsmanship is used to kill people!” Looking at Yoriichi’s bewildered and regretful expression after defeating his opponent, Izo felt very unhappy.

“Without such awareness, no matter how talented you are, you will only be a useless person in the future! "

The Pirate World. The Golden Merry.

Looking at Yoriichi and Iwakatsu on the screen, Zoro recalled the time when he practiced swordsmanship with Kuina.

Unlike Yoriichi, who was brilliant and famous, Zoro did not think he was a talented player.

Since studying with Koshiro in the dojo, he had 201 swordsmanship matches with the daughter of the dojo owner.

He was defeated without any surprise.

But so what.

If you are not as talented as others, you can make up for it with hard work!

As long as you work a hundred or a thousand times harder than others, you can go further than others on the road of swordsmanship.

"The first samurai of the Warring States Period? "Zoro looked at the sword Wado Ichimonji left behind by his friend after his death, and his eyes flashed with a gleam of light.

I made a promise with that guy to become the world's number one swordsman!

Genius or anything else, I will not lose to anyone in a swordsmanship competition!

The world of the God of Death. Seireitei.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni looked around and observed the light curtain with a serious face.

"Hey, old man, what are you looking at?" The captain of the 8th Division, Kyoraku Shunsui, looked at the captain and his master in front of him speechlessly.

"Hmph! I'm studying whether I can travel to that world through this light curtain, just like traveling from Soul Society to the real world."

After confirming that he couldn't pass through the light curtain, Yamamoto snorted a little unhappy, and looked at Ukitake Jushiro who had died beside him with some sadness.

"You, Jushiro, or other disciples, are indeed excellent. "

"But the only thing that makes me regretful is that no one can truly inherit my Ryujin Jakka."

"But now, I have found someone worthy of entrusting this sword to."

Kyōraku Shunsui looked at the teacher in front of him with some surprise. He did not expect that he had such a high opinion of the young man in the light curtain, and judged that the other party could inherit Ryujin Jakka with just one encounter.

——This may be the strongest Zanpakutō in Soul Society.

But...

A sense of heaviness climbed onto Kyōraku Shunsui's heart again.

Since the teacher has already thought of passing on his Zanpakutō.

It means that facing the Invisible Empire and that Yhwach, he may have made the worst plan.

Not noticing or caring about his disciple's thoughts, Yamamoto just stared at Yoriichi in the light curtain.

In addition to that clear intuition, he faintly felt Yoriichi's affinity with the sun.

Just like Ryujin Jakka, this blazing connection is enough to sweep away all evil spirits!