Demon Slayer: Great Swordmaster System Start, My Teacher Tsugikuni

After eating his fill and taking a hot bath, the Scribe, who had intended to rest, found someone blocking his path.

It was Chizhong!

The veins on his forehead bulged, crisscrossing his skin like coiled dragons.

One hand rested on the Nichirin Blade at his waist, as if he were about to draw it and kill someone at any second.

It was clear he was still bothered by what had happened earlier.

Not only had he been instantly defeated by an eight-year-old child, but he had also been thoroughly terrified during the time he was awake.

The thought of his previous predicament ignited an uncontrollable rage within Chizhong.

He had utterly disgraced himself in front of the Scribe.

Glancing at Chizhong, the Scribe spoke directly.

"I recall the corps rules stating that fighting is not permitted here, correct?"

His simple words were like a splash of cold water, jolting Chizhong awake.

Corps rules!

He had almost forgotten the corps rules.

A chill ran down his spine, and Chizhong felt his heart rate quicken.

If he violated the corps rules, he wouldn't be able to remain in the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Damn it, I'll let you off this time!"

Watching the Scribe walk away, Chizhong spat out a vicious parting remark.

He spun around abruptly, only to find someone standing behind him.

"Kondo-senpai, what are you doing here!"

The newcomer was the armless Kondo, who had already tended to his wound.

Though his face was still pale, he could now walk independently.

Seeing Chizhong's face contorted with rage, as if he wanted to devour the Scribe alive, Kondo couldn't help but sigh.

"Sigh, Chizhong, I advise you to abandon that thought."

His words immediately provoked a defiant response from Chizhong.

"Why is that, Kondo-senpai!"

As a senior who was several years older than him, Chizhong had always respected Kondo.

Even though he had lost an arm on this mission, Chizhong still deeply admired the senior who had looked after him.

"I'm doing this for your own good."

Waving his remaining hand, Kondo beckoned Chizhong closer.

"Aren't you curious why that Scribe appeared with us? I'll tell you now."

Pulling Chizhong aside, Kondo slowly recounted what had happened earlier.

As he listened, Chizhong's expression shifted.

From anger and confusion to shock, then to profound doubt, and finally to a deathly silence.

After hearing Kondo's story, Chizhong's meager pride was utterly shattered.

He had completely abandoned any thought of opposing the Scribe.

After all, how could he, Chizhong, possibly defeat someone who could effortlessly slay demons at the age of eight?

After resting for a night at the Wisteria Family's residence, the Scribe left along with Chizhong, Kondo, and the others.

The latter two intended to return to the Demon Slayer Corps to report on their completed mission.

As for the Scribe, he simply wanted to go home.

After all, no matter how good the outside world was, it couldn't compare to home.

Arriving at the main gate of the Demon Slayer Corps once more, the Scribe strode in boldly this time.

The patrolling guards looked at the returning group, including the Scribe, with confusion but did not step forward to question them.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at that kid. Do we have any members this young in the Demon Slayer Corps?"

"I don't know, maybe they were rescued by other members."

"Tsk, why does this child look so familiar to me?"

Upon returning to the Demon Slayer Corps, the Scribe didn't draw any attention and went directly back to the small cabin he shared with Tsugikuni Yoriichi.

Unexpectedly, Yoriichi was not out hunting demons this time.

"Master."

Opening his eyes, Yoriichi turned his head slightly to look at the Scribe.

"Did you go outside the Demon Slayer Corps' gates?"

Yes, I went out.

Without much hiding or explanation, the Scribe generously admitted he had gone out.

Nodding, Yoriichi didn't say much more.

Yoriichi could be said to have placed a great deal of trust in the Scribe.

After all, who didn't have a few little secrets?

"Oh, Master, a few days ago I had some questions while practicing a Breathing Technique. First of all..."

Taking advantage of Tsugikuni Yoriichi's presence, the Scribe voiced some of his doubts about Breathing Techniques from recent days.

Yoriichi, without holding back, explained them one by one, referencing the small booklet he had previously given the Scribe.

Several hours passed. Just as Yoriichi was explaining the next question to the Scribe, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.

Walking over to open it, the Scribe found the Flame Hashira, Rengoku Kyojuro, had arrived.

"Haha, Scribe, you really are here."

Laughing heartily, Tōshirō's face showed a hint of excitement.

"Perfect, you'll come with me now. Master wants to see you."

"Master wants to see me?"

Just as the Scribe was feeling confused, Tsugikuni Yoriichi emerged from the room and asked.

"Master wants to see the Scribe? Did something happen?"

He had only recently revealed his relationship with the Scribe, so why would Master suddenly want to see him?

"Hehe, it's a good thing!"

Tōshirō exclaimed loudly, crossing his arms.

"Since Mr. Yoriichi is also here, why don't you come along as well?"

"Alright."

Nodding slightly, Tsugikuni Yoriichi decided to see what the matter was.

In this world, the only person who could make him so concerned was probably just the Scribe.

Led by Tōshirō, the Scribe and Yoriichi smoothly arrived at Ubuyashiki Kagaya's mansion.

Upon entering the room, the Scribe immediately sensed something was amiss.

Besides Ubuyashiki Kagaya, who was seated in the main seat, there were two people seated on either side of him.

On the left sat a woman with long blue hair and a smiling face, and a man with crossed arms, staring intently at him.

On the right sat a burly man, estimated to be over two meters tall, and a middle-aged man with sharp eyes that seemed to flash with lightning.

Although it was his first time meeting them, the Scribe recognized their identities.

Water Hashira, Wind Hashira, Stone Hashira, Sound Hashira.

Coupled with the Flame Hashira Rengoku Kyojuro who had led him here, five of the current Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps had gathered!

One could imagine how significant the upcoming events would be.

Gesturing for the Scribe and the others to sit, Ubuyashiki Kagaya smiled faintly.

"Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to be here. This meeting has but one purpose."

Pausing, Ubuyashiki Kagaya turned his gaze towards the Scribe.

"Young Scribe, are you willing to formally join the Demon Slayer Corps and become the youngest official member in the history of the Demon Slayer Corps?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire room fell silent.

Hearing this, the Scribe could only think one thing.

What the heck?

Chapter 12: Yoriichi and the Five Hashira's Shock, The Youngest Member in History

Seeing that the Scribe did not reply, Kagaya smiled kindly.

"It's alright, you can take your time to consider it."

Ubuyashiki Kagaya's words pulled the Hashira back to reality, and they could no longer sit still.

Let alone the other four Hashira, even the Flame Hashira Rengoku Kyojuro himself had not expected the meeting to unfold this way.

He had initially thought Kagaya summoned the Scribe to praise and encourage his talent and effort. Who would have thought he would be invited to join the Demon Slayer Corps as the youngest official member?

After all, the Scribe was only eight years old!

While other children were still trembling at the rumors of demons, the Scribe would be learning Breathing Techniques and participating in demon-slaying operations?

"Master, I have a question!"

The Wind Hashira beside him suddenly spoke, stating his opinion.

"I'm not targeting this child here, but I'd like to know what reason led Master to make such a decision."

As he spoke, the Wind Hashira's gaze drifted, observing the expressions of the others.

Furthermore, he had summoned all five of us Hashira.

The other Hashira nodded in unison after hearing this.

As Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, they were extremely busy on a daily basis.

Not only did they have to hone their swordsmanship and bodies, but they also had to patrol their designated areas to prevent any incidents of demons eating people.

And it was under such high pressure that Ubuyashiki Kagaya had still gathered them together.

The reason, huh.

A slight smile graced Kagaya's lips, his expression becoming somewhat excited.

"Yoriichi, is that alright?"

Kagaya looked at Tsugikuni Yoriichi, seemingly seeking his consent.

Yoriichi nodded slightly, not expressing any objection.

He had been prepared for their relationship to be exposed the moment he brought the Scribe back. Moreover, he also wanted to know why Kagaya had made the Scribe an official member.

With Yoriichi's agreement, Kagaya continued speaking.

"I will announce that there are three reasons for this matter."

"The first is that the Scribe is Yoriichi's personal disciple, his only disciple, and has received his full tutelage!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of the other four Hashira, excluding Rengoku Kyojuro who already knew, widened instantly.

They stared intently at the Scribe, as if observing a rare treasure.

As Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, they were all master swordsmen.

Yet, even after Yoriichi taught them Breathing Techniques, he had never allowed them to address him as teacher or master.