Demon Slayer: Starting with the Great Swordmaster System, My Master is Tsugikuni

This is a chance to impress the Hashira, something that might only happen once a year.

Before long, people began offering answers.

"Is it energy from the air that we can't see?"

"Don't be silly, it must be about stimulating the energy within our bodies, in short, the Cosmos!"

"I, I, I was so nervous I forgot!"

Rengoku Kyojuro waved his hand, telling the nervous team member to relax, and shook his head slightly.

"Unfortunately, your answers have not earned my full approval."

"Even for those of you who have received instruction in Breathing Techniques before, your answers are just vague concepts."

"However, I believe that in your future lives, you will surely attain enlightenment!"

With that, Rengoku Kyojuro burst into laughter himself.

Watching Rengoku Kyojuro laughing to himself in the middle of the plaza, the Scribe couldn't help but inwardly grumble.

Are all members of the Rengoku Family like this as teachers?

To get to the main point quickly, the Scribe had to speak up and break the deadlock.

"The principle of the Breathing Technique is to expand the lungs as much as possible, allowing the blood to receive a large amount of oxygen in a short period of time."

This statement instantly captured the attention of the entire crowd.

"Holy crap, that sounds so scientific!"

"Where did this guy come from? He's handsome, eloquent, and most importantly, so young!"

"You don't know him? The first moment I saw him, I recognized him. He's the man for me!"

Ignoring the last girl's comment, Rengoku Kyojuro hushed the crowd.

The Scribe's explanation greatly surprised him; even Rengoku Kyojuro himself couldn't find any flaws in it.

"Yes, his explanation is excellent. Everyone should think about it carefully!"

A minute passed quickly, and Rengoku Kyojuro continued.

"Now that you all know the principle of the Breathing Technique, I will explain how to do it specifically."

At these words, everyone in the plaza immediately perked up.

Even the Scribe listened intently.

"Based on my personal experience, the specific steps are as follows. First..."

In just a few minutes, Rengoku Kyojuro imparted the experience he had accumulated regarding the Breathing Technique without reservation.

This even included some of his personal tricks, saving the listeners a lot of detours.

"You can try to feel it according to what I just explained and attempt to use the Breathing Technique yourself."

Rengoku Kyojuro continued, his arms crossed.

"If you have any further questions, you can ask me next!"

It had to be said that members of the Rengoku Family might have a tendency to get carried away with themselves.

But when it came to teaching, they were all very enthusiastic and patient.

Rengoku Kyojuro meticulously explained each question that was raised.

Before long, everyone closed their eyes and attempted to use the Breathing Technique.

Nodding, Rengoku Kyojuro's face showed great relief.

"Although they are still very weak now, having just touched the world of Breathing Techniques,"

"I believe that in the future, they will surely be able to support the Demon Slayer Corps."

Observing everyone's expressions, a child suddenly caught Rengoku Kyojuro's attention.

His outstanding appearance was enough to make him the focus of ordinary people, but what caught Rengoku Kyojuro's attention even more was the breathing emanating from him.

Unlike the others, the child's breathing was steady and powerful.

Its rhythm was distinct, appearing very skilled.

It was hard to imagine such a level of breathing appearing in an eight-year-old child.

Rengoku Kyojuro, in all honesty, could not achieve this level when he first started learning Breathing Techniques.

Just as Rengoku Kyojuro was feeling curious, coughing sounds began to echo across the plaza one after another.

Soon, others also opened their eyes due to losing breath or other reasons.

"To use the Breathing Technique for an extended period requires not only talent but, more importantly, long-term practice."

Before long, the Scribe was the only one still with his eyes closed in the plaza.

Hoo, inhale, hoo, inhale...

At this moment, the Scribe was immersed in the world of the Breathing Technique, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

The host is detected to be practicing a Breathing Technique and is currently leveling up.

As time passed, the Scribe's understanding of Breathing Techniques deepened further.

Having persisted in using Breathing Techniques for such a long time, he naturally became the focus of everyone's attention.

Whether it was those encountering Breathing Techniques for the first time or reserve members who had been practicing for a few years, they all observed the Scribe with the eyes one would use to look at an oddity.

At this moment, their thoughts were surprisingly unified.

Is this guy truly human?

Chapter 6: First Kill Mission, I Only Need One Strike

At Rengoku Kyojuro's signal, everyone quieted down.

This little fellow is a promising talent.

If nothing unexpected happens, he has a high chance of becoming a Hashira in the future!

I should report this to Master later and ask him to pay closer attention.

Rengoku Kyojuro nodded with satisfaction, his eyes filled with approval as he looked at the Scribe.

However, why does he look a little familiar?

Rengoku Kyojuro's teachings and techniques were only a part of the Breathing Technique, and the improvement they brought to the Scribe was not substantial.

The host's current knowledge and experience are insufficient to support further leveling up of the Breathing Technique.

Detected that the host has improved by 400 points through their own efforts. The System has additionally rewarded 300 points.

Current Level: Novice Breathing Technique (9700/10000)

Sensing that the leveling up had concluded, the Scribe slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened them, he felt the strange gazes from those around him.

What are you all looking at? Did a flower grow on my face?

The humorous remark instantly broke the silence in the plaza, and everyone, including Rengoku Kyojuro, burst into laughter.

After the laughter subsided, Rengoku Kyojuro looked at the Scribe and asked, What is your name?

Standing up, the Scribe replied with neither humility nor arrogance, Scribe!

Nodding, Rengoku Kyojuro was very satisfied with his demeanor.

He wasn't overly flattering himself, nor did he let his presence be overshadowed.

Despite appearing to be only seven or eight years old, he felt more composed than many adult swordsmen.

His evaluation of the Scribe rose another level, and Rengoku Kyojuro laughed heartily.

Today's instruction ends here. Everyone can return and properly absorb the experience and lessons from today!

Upon hearing this, the Scribe also stood up, intending to leave.

Although Rengoku Kyojuro's teachings hadn't allowed him to break through to the Proficient level of Total Concentration Breathing, he had still made considerable progress.

Even a small gain is still a gain. With a few more sessions like this, he might be able to break through.

Just as he took a few steps, a voice suddenly sounded in the Scribe's mind.

Mission: Please leave the Demon Slayer Corps' base and head to the forest to the northwest to hunt a Demon.

The Scribe's eyes lit up, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

He had just been planning to find a place for practical combat when the System issued him a mission.

The System truly knows me; it sent a pillow when I was about to doze off.

Although children his age were not allowed to leave the Demon Slayer Corps' base without permission, the Scribe certainly had his own ways.

Without further ado, he planned to pack his things and depart.

Just then, someone called out to him from behind.

Hey, little guy, want to have a match with me?

This statement instantly drew the attention of everyone present.

Even Rengoku Kyojuro, who was preparing to leave, stopped and looked over.

Turning around, the Scribe saw a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old calling out to him.

The boy was sturdy, with a scar on his forehead that resembled a sword wound.

He had his arms crossed and a wooden sword at his waist.

You want to spar with me?

Pointing at himself, the Scribe looked somewhat helpless.

Ever since he arrived in this world, he had kept as low a profile as possible.

Even though his master was Tsugikuni Yoriichi, it seemed no one in the Demon Slayer Corps knew about it yet.

After all, he was too lazy to spread the word everywhere, and Tsugikuni Yoriichi's personality was what it was.

So why would someone suddenly resent him?

Seeing that the Scribe didn't answer, the young man named Chizhong assumed he was scared.

A mocking smile spread across his face, and Chizhong sneered.

"If you're scared, just say so. I can let you go, as long as you don't go crying back to your spineless master later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chizhong noticed the other person suddenly turn around.

[Random Mission: Defeat Chizhong. Reward points will vary depending on the duration of the spar.]

The random mission that flashed through his mind made the Scribe, who had originally intended to ignore Chizhong, change his mind.

Now, he had a reason to accept this spar.

Not to mention, Chizhong had just insulted his master.

The air seemed to turn cold, and Chizhong's heart skipped a beat.

"What, you figured it out?"

Staring directly at Chizhong, a cold glint flashed in the Scribe's eyes.

"Since you insist, I will grant your wish and accept. As for the referee for this spar, how about Lord Rengoku Kyojuro, the Flame Pillar?!"

After speaking, the Scribe looked in the Flame Pillar's direction.

Startled at first, Kyojuro, who then realized what was happening, burst into laughter.