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

He had also ventured into the vast, ancient forest because someone had spread rumors of demons appearing.

He had even participated in a battlefield with a thousand combatants, all to confirm if one of the leaders was a man-eating evil demon.

This kind of life had continued for two years.

During this time, Yoriichi had naturally also celebrated his twenty-fifth birthday.

Although Yoriichi found it somewhat strange that he had lived past twenty-five, he didn't dwell on it.

The Scribe, being perceptive, didn't say or ask anything further.

Perhaps, in Yoriichi's mind, his survival was to atone for the sin of not having killed Muzan.

One morning, the two arrived at the foot of a mountain.

They had been here two years ago, and now, they were once again visiting that friend.

Of course, this was also their last mission together.

After this, they would part ways to hunt demons as they had previously discussed.

Entering the deep mountains, the two quickly spotted the plume of smoke.

Seeing the two figures suddenly appear not far away, Kamado Tanjuro was slightly taken aback.

Just as he wondered who it could be, a voice reached him.

"Tankichi, long time no see."

"Ah, it's Mr. Yoriichi, and Little Scribe."

Facing their sudden visit, Tankichi was surprised and filled with joy.

It had been two years, and he had missed them.

"I'll go prepare some tea."

Before long, Tankichi returned with hot tea and snacks.

While drinking tea, Yoriichi recounted the stories of the past two years to Tankichi.

As for the Scribe, he was entrusted with an important task once again.

"Watch the child!"

The little girl had already learned to crawl and was now stumbling around on the floor, learning to walk.

The Scribe followed closely behind her, preventing her from falling or bumping into anything.

As if feeling that the Scribe behind her was playing with her, Kamado Sumire walked more and more joyfully.

Her small body swayed back and forth, and finally, her foot slipped, and she tumbled into the Scribe's arms.

Looking up, Sumire gazed at the Scribe's face and broke into a happy smile.

She reached out her small hands and squeezed the Scribe's cheek firmly.

Letting out a sharp intake of breath, the Scribe felt that the little one's strength was growing.

But he knew very well that this was just Sumire's way of expressing her affection.

Suddenly, Sumire pointed at the grassy area outside.

Blinking her eyes, she wore an expression of innocent ignorance.

Unable to refuse her, the Scribe put on his shoes and took her out to the grass.

Just as he placed his hands under Sumire's ribs, intending to teach her to walk, the little girl tugged at his clothes.

"Hug me~"

Hearing this, Tankichi chuckled and said, "If you don't mind, Scribe, could you hold her? This child really likes being lifted high."

Without a word, the Scribe simply scooped up Sumire with both hands and lifted her high into the air.

Her small body was held aloft, and the Scribe saw a sliver of sunlight at the edge of the shadow.

"Yahaha~ Yahaha~"

Not only did Sumire laugh with delight, but the Scribe's face was also full of smiles.

Yoriichi, watching the Scribe and Sumire, suddenly froze.

The ten-year-old Scribe holding the two or three-year-old Sumire was the perfect embodiment of young life and youthful life.

Golden sunlight bathed them and their innocent smiling faces.

At this moment, Yoriichi's heart was deeply shaken.

At this moment, he seemed to understand the meaning of life.

Drip...

At some point, two streams of tears slid down Yoriichi's face.

For the first time in his life, Tsugikuni Yoriichi, who had never known how to express his emotions, found his feelings overflowing.

He cried.

Chapter 45: Entrustment, Witness to Sun Breathing

The teacup in his hand had fallen at some point, but Yoriichi's eyes were fixed on the Scribe and Sumire.

Slowly standing up, he walked over.

The next second, Yoriichi extended his arms and pulled the two into his embrace.

He didn't speak, nor did the Scribe. Sumire, even more so, was foolishly sucking on her own little hand.

Kneeling on the ground, Yoriichi tightly hugged the Scribe and Sumire in his arms.

Tankichi, standing beside them, just quietly watched the scene, unsure of what to say.

Even Kamado Kie, who had just returned from picking pears, stood there blankly.

Sunlight, tears, people, formed a perfect and harmonious picture.

Yoriichi was relieved. He was no longer confused by the past, nor would he be bound by it.

With a slight smile, Kie stepped forward and patted Yoriichi's head.

"Don't cry. I'll let you eat until you're full."

"Cheer up, okay?"

Turning his head to glance at Kie, Yoriichi wiped his eyes and let go of the Scribe and Sumire.

"Alright, then, I'll leave it to you."

"Oh, leave it all to me!"

Patting his arm, Kie struck a pose, flexing his muscles.

In this relaxed and joyful atmosphere, lunch arrived.

Kie kept adding food to the Scribe's and Yoriichi's bowls, chattering about interesting village events.

Tankichi watched quietly, occasionally chuckling, like an observer.

After eating, the Scribe helped Kie clean the bowls and chopsticks.

Seeing Yoriichi playing with Sumire, holding a windmill, she suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Yoriichi, I heard from Mr. Tankichi that your swordsmanship is extremely skillful."

"If it's not too much trouble, could you let me witness it?"

Tankichi, standing nearby, showed a hint of embarrassment and shyness on his face.

He knew very well that for a powerful swordsman, revealing their swordsmanship was undoubtedly like exposing their trump card.

Moreover, he had previously expressed his desire to pass on Yoriichi's swordsmanship.

With the Scribe present now, wasn't this like poaching?

Just as Tankichi was about to say something, the Scribe suddenly spoke.

"Master, I don't think there's any problem with this, do you?"

Turning to look at the Scribe, Yoriichi felt a sense of comfort at his disciple's magnanimity.

Gently ruffling his head, he smiled slightly.

He walked to the side, drew his Nichirin Blade.

Starting with First Form: Round Dance.

Concluding with Twelfth Form: Flame Dance.

Repeating in cycles, this was Thirteenth Form.

Kie and Sumire, after witnessing such astonishing swordsmanship, both clapped their hands and smiled happily.

Tankichi watched intently from the side, trying to engrave every detail deeply into his eyes.

The exquisite beauty of Sun Breathing was enough to make him forget to breathe.

The Scribe also sat there, quietly watching Yoriichi's swordsmanship.

Although he had unlocked the Thirteenth Form in the bamboo forest two years ago, it was still far from Yoriichi's level.

For two years, he had sought Yoriichi's guidance hundreds of times, just to perfect the Thirteenth Form.

The subtle difference in wrist angle, the slight gap in lower body footwork, the varying rhythm and intensity of breathing – these were all factors that affected the use of swordsmanship.

After so many explanations, the Scribe felt he had touched that membrane.

Now, that perfect answer appeared before him once again.

Sun Breathing, personally demonstrated by Yoriichi himself.

Unknowingly, his spirit was completely immersed in it.

When he opened his eyes again, he had successfully broken through that membrane.

Influenced by the host's inherent abilities, Master Swordsmanship has broken through to Grandmaster Swordsmanship (1,000,000/10,000,000).

Influenced by the host's own abilities, Master Breathing Techniques were promoted to Grandmaster Breathing Techniques (one million/ten million).

The moment Insight completely comprehended the Thirteenth Form of Sun Breathing, the Scribe successfully advanced his swordsmanship and breathing techniques to Grandmaster level!

Gripping his blade, the Scribe stood up and walked into the courtyard.

Just as Tankichi and Sumire watched with curiosity, the Scribe drew his Nichirin Blade.

Sun Breathing First Form Round Dance

Sun Breathing Second Form Azure Sky.

Sun Breathing Twelfth Form Flame Dance

The Scribe also used the Twelfth Form, repeatedly employing it and integrating it into the Thirteenth Form!

In the clearing, two swordsmen were dancing.

The superb swordsmanship, like fire spirits, was like a dance of the gods.

Yoriichi's swordsmanship was mature, steady, and unpretentious.

The Scribe's swordsmanship was passionate, sharp, and valiant.

Watching the two forms of Sun Breathing, which were not entirely the same yet each possessed unique characteristics, Tankichi, Sumire, and the others were mesmerized.

By the time the swordsmanship demonstration ended, it was already dusk.

As their stunned minds cleared, Sumire, holding Sumire, laughed happily.

And upon hearing their sincere laughter, Yoriichi lowered his head slightly, as if a little shy.