Demon Slayer: Great Swordmaster System from the Start, My Master is Tsugikuni

His speech became clumsy, as if the iron-grinding tongue had tied itself in a knot in his mouth.

Shrugging, the Scribe didn't feel anything.

It wasn't as if their relationship was something to be hidden; it was just that he and Yoriichi were too lazy to publicize it.

After a long while, the iron-grinder finally straightened his tongue.

He took a serious look at the Scribe and found that the Scribe and Yoriichi indeed had many similarities.

Confident, powerful, and skilled in swordsmanship.

Like master, like disciple, that's what this situation described.

Shaking his head helplessly, the iron-grinder could only express his admiration in his heart.

Since you insist on staying here, I won't try to persuade you any further.

Taking out more than half of the food and drinking water from his backpack, the iron-grinder left only a small portion.

With your help, Scribe, my week-long journey has also ended early.

Leaving behind two pieces of Tamahagane and one piece of six-tenths Tamahagane, the iron-grinder put the remaining Tamahagane into his backpack.

I'll leave these things to you. Good luck!

With that, the iron-grinder turned and walked towards the path down the mountain.

Putting his belongings into his backpack, the Scribe walked towards the mountain peak.

The closer he got to the peak, the longer he was exposed to the sun, and the better the quality of the Tamahagane.

In that case, his hidden mission would most likely be completed there.

One step, two steps, three steps, the Scribe slowly walked towards the mountain peak.

As he got closer and closer to the peak, the Scribe clearly felt the air getting hotter.

The temperature here had probably reached over forty degrees Celsius, double that of the foot of the mountain.

Standing on the upper half of the mountainside, the Scribe looked up at Sunlight Mountain, which he had only half climbed.

The average quality of the Tamahagane here had reached five or six tenths.

As expected, my target is at the summit!

After a short rest, the Scribe continued towards the peak.

As he got closer and closer to the summit, the air became increasingly hot and dry.

The scorching air warped, and even the dark ore was tinged with a light red.

It looked as if he were in a furnace.

Phew Phew

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the Scribe felt his mouth and throat dry.

Shaking the water bottle at his waist, he temporarily gave up the idea of taking a sip.

No, just hold on a little longer. This water is my last hope.

If he drank all the water now, the Scribe probably wouldn't be able to reach the summit at all.

Gradually, he felt his body becoming sluggish.

Shaking his head forcefully, the Scribe blinked a few times, trying to stay conscious.

Under normal circumstances, a person becomes restless after losing 5% of their body water, and falls into a coma after losing 15%.

And now, the Scribe's body water loss rate was approaching 20%!

This was a potentially fatal situation!

Damn it.

Drinking the last of the water, the Scribe tossed the empty water bottle aside.

Feeling the moisture in his body slowly evaporating, he knew this was his last chance.

Just then, he suddenly felt a warmth spread through his body.

This, is it Sun Breathing?

Quickly realizing, the Scribe hurriedly began to circulate Sun Breathing.

First Form: Round Dance

Second Form: Azure Sky

Using the Twelve Forms, the Scribe was surprised to find that the surrounding high temperature seemed to have decreased slightly.

No, it's my heat resistance that has improved.

Sun Breathing actually has such a useful effect?

His eyes sharpened, and the Scribe continued to swing his sword.

Round and round, again and again.

As the Scribe continuously used it, the Sun Breathing within his body and the high temperature outside his body gradually synchronized.

Resonance!

With his eyes tightly shut, the Scribe was completely immersed in the world of Sun Breathing.

The Sun Breathing inherited from Tsugikuni Yoriichi and the high temperature originating from the sun shone in harmony, forming a perfect and intricate cycle within the Scribe's body.

Affected by the external environment, the host's heat resistance is continuously improving.

Combined with the host's own abilities, Master Swordsmanship begins to improve.

Combined with the host's own abilities, Proficient Breathing Technique begins to improve.

Dancing with flames, accompanied by high temperatures, entwined with sunlight, aiding breathing to exterminate demons!

When the Scribe opened his eyes again, he had already arrived at Sunlight Mountain Peak!

Chapter 19: Becoming the Blade, Hidden Mission Complete

Where am I?

Before he could fully react, the Scribe's mind was still a bit sluggish.

I've already reached Sunlight Mountain Peak?

Looking around, the Scribe finally realized he had reached his destination.

Sunlight Mountain Peak wasn't as rugged as he had imagined; instead, it was a flat expanse.

Only in the center was there a massive, fiery red ore, two people high, resembling a piece of crimson crystal.

It was as if the essence of the entire Sunlight Mountain Peak had been absorbed by the central ore.

However, speaking of which, this mountaintop is truly hot.

Not only were his clothes completely burned, but even the blade borrowed from Mote had melted by more than half.

This showed that the temperature on Sunlight Mountain Peak was nowhere near the few hundred degrees Mote had mentioned.

It was a scorching fifteen hundred degrees!

Fortunately, I have Sun Breathing; otherwise, I would have turned into a pile of ashes long ago.

Thinking of Sun Breathing, the Scribe suddenly realized that he seemed to have heard a system prompt before he became completely immersed.

After checking his various stats, the Scribe's expression instantly changed in surprise.

Master Swordsmanship: 500,000/1,000,000.

Master Breathing Technique: 400,000/1,000,000.

Looking at his soaring swordsmanship and breathing technique, the Scribe managed to suppress the urge to start over.

Impulse is the devil, impulse is the devil.

After calming himself, he walked towards the very center of the mountaintop.

Standing before the massive ore, the Scribe frowned slightly.

Even with the protection of Sun Breathing, he could still feel the immense energy contained within the giant ore.

Sunlight Mountain was perpetually cloudless, and its peak was constantly bathed in the sun's rays.

Centuries of accumulation and endless energy had forged this massive ore.

No wonder no one had ever reached the summit; the temperature alone had deterred ninety-nine percent of people.

But since I've come here, this Tamahagane, I'm taking it!

With a fiery glint in his eyes, the Scribe was very satisfied with this crimson crystal.

Gripping the hilt of his sword with both hands, he once again used Sun Breathing.

Azure Sky

Crimson Sun Mirror

He continuously unleashed the Twelve Forms, striking the crimson crystal ore.

Boom boom boom boom!

The sound of explosions echoed throughout Sunlight Mountain Peak, piercing the clouds as if to shatter the very sky.

However, the Scribe had underestimated the hardness of the crimson crystal ore.

After unleashing a set of skills, it had only managed to shave off a layer of the surface ore.

This hard?!

Gripping his sword with both hands again, the Scribe prepared to strike once more.

As soon as he swung his sword, he felt something was wrong.

The sword Mote had lent him was not a Nichirin Blade, but just a relatively sharp ordinary sword.

After repeatedly using Sun Breathing and enduring the high temperatures of Sunlight Mountain Peak, the sword had finally reached its end.

Looking at the sword in his hand, which now only had half a blade, the Scribe helplessly tossed it aside.

Although he had lost his weapon, the Scribe's eyes burned even brighter.

The more the Crimson Crystal Ore resisted, the more excited the Scribe became.

"I'm claiming this Tamahagane!"

His resolve strengthened, the Scribe began to consider how to deal with the situation.

After some thought, he realized he didn't really have any particularly good methods.

What should he do?

Rubbing his cheek, the Scribe looked at the Crimson Crystal before him with a troubled expression.

Crimson Crystal, sun, resonance, Sun Breathing.

Combining all the useful information, the Scribe's mind spun rapidly.

Finally, with a flash of inspiration, he seemed to have thought of a solution.

He didn't know if it would work, but it was worth a try.

Standing up and stretching, the Scribe once again approached the Crimson Crystal Ore.

He stomped his left foot forcefully on the ground, clenched his right fist, and then spun it around.

"Sun Breathing: First Form: Round Dance!"

Pale red flames appeared on the surface of his fist, reflecting light like a slash.