Demon Slayer: Starting with the Great Swordmaster System, My Master Is Tsugikuni Yoriichi Author: Jin Xiao Ye Yu Zui Ren Xin
Synopsis:
Scribe, the champion of the World Swordsmanship Tournament, had transmigrated into the world of Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba during the Warring States period. After awakening the Great Swordmaster System, he became the disciple of the Tsugikuni brothers. From then on, he forged all manner of legends of his own in this world! Kibutsuji Muzan: "When facing Yoriichi, I can still run. When facing Scribe, there is only one road for me—the road to death!" Tsugikuni Yoriichi: "Your strength has already surpassed mine!" Demon Slayer Corps: "Master Scribe is the strongest man!"
Starting with the Great Swordmaster System, My Master Is Tsugikuni Yoriichi
It was the depths of winter, and the earth, freshly blanketed by snow, seemed covered in a silvery-white film.
Though the temperature was low, it did not affect the World Swordsmanship Tournament finals.
At the National Stadium in the capital of Hualong Country, the championship match had already reached its final stage.
On the competition grounds, a young man was fiercely assaulting his opponent, Hans.
He had short black hair, an exceptionally handsome face, and eyes as mysterious as the stars.
A faint smile hung on his lips as he launched his attacks without haste.
His feet shifted as he evaded his opponent's strikes like a nimble serpent.
Then, the wooden sword in his hand transformed into a tiger pouncing on its prey, sending his opponent flying to the edge of the arena with a single blow.
Seeing that he was about to lose, Hans's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at his opponent, as though he wanted to devour him alive.
***, this guy's swordsmanship is stronger than God's!
How could Hualong Country produce someone like Mr. Scribe? I can't beat him at all!
This guy is a complete monster!
Though he desperately wanted to surrender, Hans abandoned the thought when he considered what would happen after his defeat.
Secretly pulling a small iron shard from his clothes, Hans threw it out at an extremely tricky angle.
Die, monkey! The title of world champion is mine!
As he watched the iron shard fly through the air at high speed, Hans's eyes brimmed with madness and excitement.
Though the shard was thin, if it struck a vulnerable part of the human body such as the eyes, it could easily cause permanent injury or even death!
Having discovered Hans's despicable move, the spectators immediately began cursing.
What kind of trash is this? He can't win, so he resorts to dirty tricks!
Get out! You don't deserve to compete in this match!
Where's the referee?! Hurry up and declare that he fouled!
Some of the calmer and more rational spectators barely suppressed their anger as they worried over Scribe's safety.
As Hualong Country's greatest genius in nearly a thousand years, Scribe was their last hope of winning the World Swordsmanship Tournament.
Scribe was their light!
The rapidly flying iron shard reflected in his eyes, and Scribe let out a slight sigh.
I thought your trump card would be something impressive. Turns out it's just a dirty trick.
A cold smile appeared on his face. Scribe stomped his left foot heavily against the floor and raised the wooden sword clasped in both hands high above his head.
With a loud bang, the wooden sword came down in an instant.
The wooden sword tore through the air, producing a piercing sonic boom.
A pale white slash flew from the wooden sword and shattered the iron shard directly.
Afterward, the slash did not slow in the slightest as it flew toward Hans like an evil spirit.
The spectators and host beside the arena instantly went wild at the sight.
Sword qi! It's sword qi!
The sword qi of Hualong Country's legends had appeared once more in Scribe's hands!
Unlike the frenzied and excited spectators, Hans was under immense pressure.
All his methods of blocking had failed. He could only watch helplessly as the sword qi flew toward him.
NO!
Holding the wooden sword before himself, Hans seemed to want to withstand the blow head-on.
But the instant they made contact, the pale white slash shattered the fragile wooden sword and blasted Hans out of the arena along with it.
His nearly two-meter-tall body was embedded in the wall, flesh and blood flying from his chest and limbs. Hans looked as though he had just been through a slaughterhouse.
His head tilted to one side, and he immediately passed out.
The referee, who had witnessed everything, was so stunned that his jaw dropped. Only after slapping himself did he come back to his senses.
Covering his cheek, reddened from his own slap, the referee announced the result.
The winner is Scribe of Hualong Country!
Let us congratulate this eighteen-year-old young man for becoming the youngest champion of this tournament and of all history!
Not only that, he displayed the legendary sword qi of Hualong Country. Let us cheer for him!
Amid everyone's cheers, the award ceremony concluded, and Scribe received his gold medal and honors.
Walking back, Scribe had a foxtail grass stem in his mouth as he planned what to do next.
It's finally over. I can relax properly now.
When I get back, I'll watch the Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba movie properly.
Swordsmanship training was a grueling matter, and Scribe had his own ways of entertaining himself.
As he passed through a plaza, several children having a snowball fight threw snowballs at Scribe.
Reacting instinctively, Scribe moved without thinking.
The soft foxtail grass stem became like a sharp sword and sliced the snowballs apart.
As he cut through the final snowball, the sharp-eyed Scribe noticed that something was wrong.
Inside was a stone covered in spikes!
Fuck!
The instant he saw the stone, Scribe cursed aloud.
Whose little brat is this? Is this how your parents taught you to have snowball fights?!
Don't you know that putting rocks in snowballs means you'll have no friends when you grow up?!
The instant the stone struck his forehead, a strange voice appeared in Scribe's mind.
Suitable host detected. The Great Swordmaster System is beginning integration! Transmission is about to begin. Countdown commencing.
Just as he realized what had happened to him, Scribe's vision went black, and he fainted.
30% 60% 100% Integration complete. The host is slowly awakening. The novice gift pack has been delivered. Please select the Misfortune Version/Lucky Version voice-over.
Stimulated by the voice in his mind, Scribe slowly opened his eyes.
Before him were no longer the familiar towering buildings, nor was it the white ceiling of a hospital.
The blazing sun hung high overhead, towering green trees shot into the sky, and he could even smell the scent of earth.
Why have I transmigrated into a forest?
The moment he made a sound, Scribe realized something was wrong.
He could only make babbling noises, while his arms and legs felt much shorter, as though they had shrunk.
Fuck?! I turned into a baby!
Realizing his current situation, Scribe felt as though a flock of crows had just flown over his head.
Damn it, what kind of opening is this supposed to be?!
Forget it, forget it. I should first see what good things are inside the novice treasure chest.
His strong mental fortitude allowed him to calm down instantly and turn his attention to the so-called novice gift pack.
Thinking that he could not possibly get any more unlucky, Scribe chose the Misfortune Version voice-over.
Misfortune Version voice-over loading... Loading successful. Because your method of transmigration was too absurd, the system, unable to bear watching it, has gifted you Basic Swordsmanship. Because your situation was simply too painful to watch, the system, taking pity on you, has gifted you Basic Taijutsu. Because your appearance was so amusing that the system laughed until it cramped up, it has gifted you Basic Culinary Arts. Basic Swordsmanship/Basic Taijutsu/Basic Culinary Arts: 0/1000 Advancing to the next stage requires an increase of 1000 points. Mission: Swing a sword 100,000 times before the age of ten. Current sword swings: 0/100000.
Feeling as though his face was twitching, Scribe finally understood what the Misfortune Version voice-over meant.
So it's just finding someone to mock me indirectly!
And what's with this Basic Culinary Arts? Is it supposed to make baby me cook?!
The most outrageous thing was this sword-swinging mission. A hundred thousand swings? What the hell!
Though he knew the system could not possibly issue a mission he could not complete, Scribe still felt an ache in his kidneys.
Just as he was considering what to do next, a figure emerged from the bushes in the distance.
As the figure drew closer, Scribe found the man before him incredibly familiar.
His eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, as though nothing could stir the slightest ripple within him.
His black hair, tinged with red, hung down behind his head, and earring-shaped protective charms hung from his ears.
Most eye-catching of all was the dark crimson flame-shaped Demon Slayer Mark on the left side of the man's forehead.
Tsugikuni... Tsugikuni Yoriichi?!
At that moment, Scribe understood that he had transmigrated into the world of Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba.
In a world where danger and opportunity coexisted, he felt as though the blood in his entire body were boiling.
I'll create new glory in this world and become the number one person in the world!
I'll become the strongest swordsman!
Having noticed the baby Scribe at his feet, Tsugikuni Yoriichi bent down and picked him up.
Even he found it unbelievable to discover a baby in such a remote, uninhabited place.
Uta had only just left me, and now you have appeared before me.
Was all this the work of fate?
Tsugikuni Yoriichi held Scribe tightly in his arms, his body trembling slightly.
Even in his current state, Scribe could clearly feel the excitement in Tsugikuni Yoriichi's heart.
From now on, you will be my disciple.
After softly speaking those words, Yoriichi left with Scribe.
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