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

Appearing in mid-air, the Scribe attacked in an inverted stance.

His blade, enveloped in raging flames, slashed horizontally.

With the sound of tearing muscle, a massive wound appeared on the Meat Mountain Demon's right arm.

The wound was so deep it nearly severed the entire arm, with bone faintly visible within.

Burnt muscle peeled back, and the air was filled with the stench of burning.

"Aaaargh!"

Clutching his right arm, the Meat Mountain Demon, wracked with pain, could no longer stand.

Its massive body staggered back a few steps before crashing into an inn.

Dust billowed into the sky, accompanied by the sounds of shattering glass and bricks.

Tossing aside several ropes at his feet, the Scribe addressed the people who hadn't fallen into the pit.

"What are you waiting for? Save them!"

Startled by the Scribe's shout, those who had been frozen in shock finally reacted.

"Strange human, for such a small fry to possess such strength, you must be the Demon Slayer from the reports.

I just wonder, how tasty are you?"

The Meat Mountain Demon's voice echoed from the dust, low and filled with killing intent.

That guy?

His mind racing, the Scribe immediately thought of the Tentacle Demon and Corpse Demon that had fled earlier.

It seems this big one is the boss.

Visualizing the scene of the two demons sharing information after their escape, the Scribe gripped his blade with both hands, the tip pointed forward.

The next second, a tremendous thud echoed.

The Meat Mountain Demon, over three meters tall, flew out of the dust.

It was hard to imagine how a three-meter-tall, spherical creature could possess such astonishing elasticity.

"Kill him!"

As the Meat Mountain Demon roared, a figure leaped from atop a nearby building.

With a piercing whistle of displaced air, it descended, aiming to cleave the Scribe's head.

Chapter 34: Hundred Demons Annihilated, Tamayo Appears

The one attacking the Scribe was none other than the Corpse Demon, who had previously fled with the Tentacle Demon.

His hands had transformed, becoming scythe-like bone blades.

His face contorted into a grotesque, terrifying expression, eager to sever the Scribe's head.

The timing of his appearance couldn't have been more opportune.

The Scribe's front was blocked by the charging Meat Mountain Demon, while he himself controlled the airspace above.

No matter which direction the Scribe chose to dodge, he would be attacked.

This guy is finished.

Mentally condemning the Scribe to death, the Corpse Demon's expression grew excited.

The previous attack had left an indelible impression, and the wound still throbbed faintly.

Facing the pincer attack from the two demons, the Scribe still showed no sign of panic.

He leaped up, then took a few steps on the surrounding rooftops.

Using the recoil, the Scribe spun his body in mid-air.

He intended to move sideways through the gap between the two demons!

Sensing the Scribe's intention, the Meat Mountain Demon's face broke into a mocking smile.

He knew that the Corpse Demon could not only transform his hands into demon blades but also his feet.

The moment the human passed through, he would likely be sliced in two.

Visualizing the Scribe's expression of despair and shock, the Meat Mountain Demon's grin widened.

The Meat Mountain Demon crashed into another building, then emerged unharmed.

Now, on the ground, a spherical object was rolling.

"Hahaha, that little guy really died."

Throwing his head back in laughter, the Meat Mountain Demon's roars even shook the surrounding buildings.

Just as he was contemplating whether to eat the Scribe's corpse first or the other humans, a voice reached him.

"If the little guy you're referring to is me, then I'm afraid I have to disappoint you."

Following the sound, the Meat Mountain Demon was astonished to find the Scribe standing on the roof of a two-story building.

The body wasn't just uncut; it wasn't even scratched.

Below him, the Corpse Demon's headless body was slowly dissipating.

Its large, bell-like eyes widened, bloodshot.

The Meat Mountain Demon didn't know, couldn't understand, why the Scribe had passed through it unharmed.

Not only that, but he had also killed the Corpse Demon.

"Your blade is strange."

On the ground, the Corpse Demon's head uttered its final words before dissolving into black dust.

Sun Breathing: Eighth Form: Spinning Sun Halo.

This was the move the Scribe had used to kill the Corpse Demon.

Spinning Sun Halo's characteristic was that the tip of the blade flickered like a flame, creating an illusion of the blade shortening.

It was precisely this illusion that caused the Corpse Demon to misjudge, and its head was severed before it could attack the Scribe.

Seeing that the Corpse Demon was also dead, the Meat Mountain Demon couldn't help but retreat a few steps.

After becoming a demon, he had once believed that he was invincible in this world, second only to that person.

To pursue even greater power, he had used brute force to suppress this group of Evil Demons and make them his subordinates.

But today, the Scribe had appeared.

Not only did he ruin his plans, but together with another person, he had also annihilated his subordinates with overwhelming force.

Thinking of this, his anger became uncontrollable.

His already massive body expanded in a short period, eventually reaching over five meters in size.

His limbs retracted, his head twisted, and his entire body transformed into a giant, inflated ball.

"I'll kill you!"

With a roar, the Meat Mountain Demon launched its final attack.

Bouncing hard off the ground, it transformed its body into a cannonball and smashed towards the Scribe.

If this blow landed, its power would be enough to crush him into a pulp.

Of course, that was assuming it hit.

Taking a deep breath, the Scribe responded to the Meat Mountain Demon's final attack with his own.

In less than a second, two Flame Slashes appeared in the air.

A horizontal slash, and a vertical slash.

The two Flame Slashes crossed in a cross shape, piercing the Meat Mountain Demon's body.

Gently tapping the Nichirin Blade on the ground, the black tissue that had adhered to the blade fell off.

Sheathing his sword, the Meat Mountain Demon's body finally crashed to the ground.

In an instant, the five-meter body split open, scattering into four pieces on the ground.

Sun Breathing: Twelfth Form: Flame Dance.

The Meat Mountain Demon's face was filled with horror; it seemed it hadn't yet processed what had just happened.

Before it could finish speaking, it felt an indescribable pain on its face.

The next second, its vision went black.

Looking back at the Meat Mountain Demon, whose head was also split into four pieces, the Scribe knew this mission could be considered concluded.

Progress: 100/100

"Proceed to the town of Yusui and eliminate one hundred Evil Demons. Mission complete."

"Combining with the host's innate abilities, Master Breathing Technique/Master Swordsmanship have been upgraded to 950,000/1,000,000."

"Combining with the host's innate abilities, other Specialized Breathing Techniques/Swordsmanship have been upgraded to 90,000/100,000."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the skill: Novice Mental Defense."

"Congratulations to the host for partially unlocking Clear World (1/3)."

The rewards this time actually included Clear World!

A hint of ecstasy appeared on the Scribe's face. He finally felt how correct his decision had been to accept this mission.

To become a top expert in this world, Clear World was one of the essential elements.

Although only one-third had been unlocked now, the Scribe believed that similar rewards would appear again in future missions.

"The demons in the town have all been eliminated. I should go meet up with my master now."

Just then, human voices came from behind him.

"Have all those demons been killed?"

Turning around, he saw a refined middle-aged man holding his child standing behind him.

Hmm, they're all dead.

Suddenly, the little boy, who looked only three or four years old, asked.

Big brother, what's your name?

Me?

Pointing to himself, the Scribe's face showed a thoughtful expression.

He definitely couldn't reveal his real name, but for a moment, he couldn't think of a good one.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on the Nichirin Blade in his hand.

You can call me Demon Slayer.

With a slight smile, the Scribe left.

The child, however, kept muttering the words "Demon Slayer."

Leaving the battlefield, the Scribe soon met up with Yoriichi.

Master, the Evil Demons in town have all been eliminated.

Nodding, Yoriichi spoke.

In that case, let's go.

Back to the Demon Slayer Corps?

No, I have a friend nearby I plan to visit.