Old Heavenly Master's Kindness!

Miyamoto Ichiro finally let out a relieved sigh. He had finally dealt with that troublesome fellow. If this old man had not appeared today, he would have been done for.

After steadying his breathing, Miyamoto Ichiro gave Rota a slight bow and thanked him. "Thank you for lending me a hand. Miyamoto Ichiro of the Demon Slayer Corps owes you a great debt."

"So you're from the Demon Slayer Corps. This old man has heard of your deeds as well. Very commendable. You dare face the monsters lurking in the darkness—worthy of praise." Rota smiled kindly as he praised Miyamoto Ichiro.

When he had first encountered Demon Slayer, aside from the few demons with distinctive traits, Rota could be said to have had no fondness for demons at all. What he liked most were the distinctive Pillar-level Swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps. Regardless of their strength, they had devoted their lives to their juniors and to defeating Muzan.

It could be said that there were practically no people who hated the Demon Slayer Corps. In everyone's hearts, the Demon Slayer Corps was worthy of respect.

That was also why Rota had held such great goodwill toward Miyamoto Ichiro from the moment they met. Combined with his actions, it further solidified Rota's judgment. The swordsman before him had to be a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, and now his guess had been confirmed.

Hearing Rota's praise, Miyamoto Ichiro shyly scratched his cheek and replied with a slight stammer, "Hehe, thank you for the compliment, sir. The Demon Slayer Corps has only been established for a short time. We still have a long road ahead of us! But you possess such formidable strength—may I ask your name?"

Miyamoto Ichiro had already formed some suspicions. He had previously received many descriptions