Demon Slayer: Great Swordmaster System At The Start, My Master Is Tsugikuni

Demon Slayer: Starting with the Great Swordmaster System, My Master is Tsugikuni. Author: Jin Xiao Ye Yu Zui Ren Xin

Synopsis:

As the champion of the World Swordsmanship Tournament, Sishu transmigrated into the world of Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba during the Warring States period. Awakening the Great Swordmaster System, he became a disciple of the Tsugikuni brothers. From that moment on, he forged his own legends throughout this world! Kibutsuji Muzan: Facing Yoriichi, I could still run away, but facing Sishu, I have only death awaiting me! Tsugikuni Yoriichi: Your strength has already surpassed mine! Demon Slayer Corps: Master Scribe is the most powerful man in existence!

Chapter 1: Starting with the Great Swordmaster System, My Master is Tsugikuni Yoriichi

It was the dead of winter, and the earth, freshly blanketed by snow, seemed to be covered in a thin film of silver-white.

Though the temperature was frigid, it did not dampen the progress of the World Swordsmanship Tournament finals.

Inside the National Stadium in the capital of Hualong Country, the championship bout had reached its climax.

On the competition floor, a young man was launching a fierce assault against his opponent, Hans.

He had short black hair and an incredibly handsome face, with eyes that held the mystery of the stars.

A faint smile hung on the corners of his mouth as he attacked with unhurried precision.

His footsteps shifted, dodging his opponent's strikes with the fluidity of a spirit snake.

Then, the wooden sword in his hand transformed into a pouncing tiger, blasting his opponent toward the edge of the arena with a single blow.

Seeing that he was on the verge of defeat, Hans looked at his opponent with bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted to tear him apart and devour him raw.

Damn it, this guy's swordsmanship is even stronger than God's!

How could Hualong Country produce someone like Sishu? I can't possibly beat him!

This guy is nothing but a monster!

Though he desperately wanted to concede, the thought of the consequences of his failure made Hans abandon the idea.

Secretly fishing a small piece of iron from his pocket, Hans threw it at an incredibly devious angle.

"Go to hell, you monkey! The title of world champion is mine!"

Watching the iron shard fly at high speed, Hans's eyes were filled with madness and excitement.

Although the shard was thin, if it struck a vulnerable part of the human body like the eyes, it could easily cause permanent disability or even death!

Discovering Hans's despicable tactics, the audience erupted into angry shouts.

"What kind of trash is this? Can't win, so you play dirty!"

"Get out! You don't deserve to be in this competition!"

"Where is the referee?! Get out here and call a foul on him!"

Some of the calmer and more rational spectators suppressed their fury, worrying instead for Sishu's safety.

As the greatest genius Hualong Country had seen in nearly a thousand years, Sishu was their final hope for winning the World Swordsmanship Tournament.

Sishu was their light!

With the high-speed iron shard reflected in his eyes, Sishu sighed slightly.

I wondered what your trump card would be; turns out it's just a dirty trick.

A cold sneer appeared on his face as Sishu stomped his left foot heavily onto the floor, raising his wooden sword high with both hands.

Accompanied by a loud bang, the wooden sword descended in an instant.

The wooden sword sliced through the air, emitting a piercing sonic boom.

A pale white slash flew from the wooden sword, shattering the iron shard instantly.

Following that, the slash lost none of its speed, flying toward Hans like an evil spirit.

The spectators and the host nearby went instantly wild at the sight.

"Sword energy, it's sword energy!"

"The legendary sword energy of Hualong Country has actually appeared again in Sishu's hands!"

Unlike the fervor and excitement of the crowd, Hans was under immense pressure.

With all his defensive measures failing, he could only watch helplessly as the sword energy flew toward him.

"NO!"

Holding his wooden sword in front of him, Hans seemed to want to take the blow head-on.

But the moment they made contact, the pale white slash shattered the fragile wooden sword, carrying Hans along with it as it blasted him out of the arena.

His nearly two-meter frame was embedded into the wall, flesh and blood flying from his chest and limbs; Hans looked as if he had just been through a slaughterhouse.

His head lolled to the side, and he passed out instantly.

The referee, who had taken it all in, had his jaw dropped to the floor; it was only after slapping himself that he finally snapped back to reality.

Clutching his reddened cheek, the referee announced the result of the match.

"The winner is Sishu of Hualong Country!"

"Let us congratulate this eighteen-year-old youth for becoming the youngest champion in this tournament's history!"

"Not only that, he even unleashed the legendary sword energy of Hualong Country—let us cheer for him!"

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the award ceremony concluded, and Scribe received his gold medal and honors.

Walking back on the road, Scribe, with a foxtail grass dangling from his mouth, began mapping out his next plans.

It's finally over; I can finally relax a bit.

I should go back and watch the Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba movie properly.

Swordsmanship training is an arduous endeavor, and Scribe had his own ways of unwinding.

While passing by a plaza, a group of children having a snowball fight threw several snowballs toward Scribe.

Out of instinct, Scribe moved subconsciously.

The soft foxtail grass acted like a sharp blade, slicing the snowballs apart.

When he sliced the final snowball, the sharp-witted Scribe noticed something wrong.

Inside was a rock covered in sharp spikes!

"What the hell!"

The moment he saw the rock, Scribe cursed out loud.

"Whose brat is this? Is this how your parents taught you to play in a snowball fight?!"

"Don't you know that putting rocks in snowballs means you won't have any friends when you grow up!"

The moment the rock struck his forehead, a strange voice echoed in Scribe's mind.

"Suitable host detected, Great Swordmaster System beginning integration!"

"Teleportation about to commence, countdown starting."

Just as he realized what he was experiencing, Scribe felt his vision go black and he fainted.

30% 60% 100%

"Integration complete, host is slowly waking up."

"Newbie gift pack has been sent; please select the Unlucky Version or Lucky Version voiceover."

Stimulated by the voice in his head, Scribe slowly opened his eyes.

Before him were no longer the familiar high-rise buildings, nor even the sterile white ceiling of a hospital.

A scorching sun hung high in the sky, towering, verdant trees reached toward the clouds, and he could smell the scent of soil in the air.

How did I transmigrate into a forest?

The moment he made a sound, Scribe realized something was wrong.

He could only emit babbling noises, and his hands and feet felt much shorter, as if they had shrunk.

What the hell?! I've turned into a baby!

Realizing his current predicament, Scribe felt as if a flock of crows had just flown over his head.

Damn it, what kind of start is this supposed to be!

Forget it, forget it. Let's see what good stuff is in the newbie gift box first.

His strong mental fortitude allowed him to calm down instantly, turning his attention to the so-called newbie gift pack.

Thinking that he couldn't possibly get any unluckier, Scribe chose the Unlucky Version voiceover.

"Unlucky Version voiceover loading... loading successful."

"Because your method of transmigration was too speechless, the system, unable to watch any longer, has gifted you Basic Swordsmanship."

"Because your situation is truly too stomach-churning, the system, pitying you, has gifted you Basic Taijutsu."

"Because your appearance is truly too laughable, the system, convulsing with laughter, has gifted you Basic Culinary Arts."

Basic Swordsmanship/Basic Taijutsu/Basic Culinary Arts: 0/1000

1000 points required to advance to the next stage.

Quest: Please swing your blade 100,000 times before the age of ten.

Current swing count: 0/100000.

Feeling his face twitching, Scribe finally understood what the "Unlucky Version" voiceover meant.

It's just finding someone to mock me!

And what is up with this Basic Culinary Arts? Are you expecting a baby to cook?!

The most ridiculous part is this swinging quest—one hundred thousand, my foot!

Although he knew the system wouldn't give him an impossible task, Scribe still felt a headache coming on.

Just as he was pondering what to do next, a figure emerged from the bushes not far away.

As the figure drew closer, Scribe realized the man before him was incredibly familiar.

His eyes were like a stagnant pool, as if nothing could cause a ripple within them.

Black hair with red highlights hung behind his head, and he wore hanafuda-style earrings.

The most eye-catching feature was the deep crimson flame-shaped mark on the man's left forehead.

Tsugikuni, Tsugikuni Yoriichi?!

In this moment, Scribe understood that he had transmigrated into the world of Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba.

Finding himself in a world where danger and opportunity coexisted, he felt as if the blood in his entire body were beginning to boil.

He would forge a new legend in this world and become the number one person in existence!

He would become the strongest swordsman!

Having discovered the infant Scribe at his feet, Tsugikuni Yoriichi bent down and scooped him up.

Finding a baby in such an uninhabited, desolate place was something even he found inconceivable.

Uta has only just left me, and now you appear before my eyes.

Is all of this the work of fate?

Tsugikuni Yoriichi held Scribe tightly to his chest, his body trembling ever so slightly.

Even as an infant, Scribe could clearly feel the agitation within Tsugikuni Yoriichi's heart.

From now on, you shall be my disciple.

Having spoken these words softly, Yoriichi carried Scribe away.