Demon Slayer: Great Swordmaster System From the Start, My Teacher is Tsugikuni

Alright, allow me to be the judge for this match!

Under Tōshirō's direction, everyone cleared a space for the Scribe and Chizhong.

A circle was drawn on the ground to serve as a simple arena, and the two took their positions.

After a brief assessment of both sides, Tōshirō shouted loudly.

This match will be to the point of exhaustion; neither side is allowed to strike with heavy force or intentionally harm the other.

The one who loses the ability to fight or leaves the arena will be declared the loser. Do either of you have any objections?

Scribe/Chizhong: No!

Then, begin!

With a sharp wave of his hand, Tōshirō announced the start of the match.

With his strength, he naturally wouldn't be injured by the two of them.

His remaining on the field was also to better protect the two, preventing any unexpected situations.

The moment Tōshirō announced the start, Chizhong let out a cold laugh.

I'm a few years older than you, and I've been practicing Breathing Technique for two years.

Don't blame me for not giving you a chance; I'll let you attack first!

Upon hearing this, the spectators cast looks of surprise at Chizhong.

Chizhong is so amazing, daring to let someone else attack first.

Exactly, I bet that kid is already regretting it.

Chizhong-senpai's swordsmanship is already very strong among those his age; that little guy definitely isn't his opponent.

Feeling the gazes and praises from everyone, Chizhong reveled in the feeling.

He had originally prepared himself to perform well in front of the Flame Pillar, but he never expected some unknown kid to steal the spotlight.

Whether it was the Flame Pillar's praise or everyone's admiration, it all rightfully belonged to him!

The thought of the Scribe's previous actions made him wish he could grind him to dust.

Come on, let senpai see just how much skill you have in swordsmanship.

Looking at the boastful Chizhong, the Scribe shook his head.

You said it yourself, so I won't hold back.

With that, he picked up his wooden sword and leisurely walked towards Chizhong.

As the Scribe approached, Chizhong's heart began to race.

He's just walking over like this? Why doesn't he look like he's about to attack at all?

Could it be that this is just to distract me?

What kind of attack will it be? A downward slash? A horizontal cut? An upward thrust?

His hands gripping the wooden sword began to sweat, and Chizhong subconsciously swallowed.

When the two were only three steps apart, the Scribe, who had been moving slowly, made his move.

The wooden sword in his hand swung out instantly, striking Chizhong directly on the neck.

With the saliva stuck in his throat, Chizhong didn't even have time to react, only feeling a powerful force strike his neck.

Cough I feel like I'm going to choke to death, then his eyes rolled back, and Chizhong fainted.

His sturdy body collapsed onto the ground like a puddle of mud, all strength gone.

No one had anticipated that the match would end like this.

In the square, there were no cheers for the victor, nor scorn for the loser.

All that remained was a deathly silence.

And after instantly defeating Chizhong, the Scribe also received his random mission reward.

Chapter 7: Rengoku Tōshirō's Surprise, Ubuyashiki's Excitement

Blinking a couple of times, Rengoku Tōshirō finally came to his senses.

Victor: Scribe!

These simple words were like a match thrown into a powder keg, instantly igniting the entire venue.

The long-dormant cheers erupted, loud enough to be heard across half the Demon Slayer Corps' headquarters.

Holy crap, holy crap, what did I just see?

That Chizhong got taken down in one move?!

What just happened? I only blinked!

While everyone was astonished, the Scribe was somewhat dissatisfied with the reward.

Congratulations to the host for defeating Chizhong and earning 50 Breathing Technique points.

Current Level: Novice Breathing Technique (9750/10000)

50?

His eyelids twitched, and the Scribe appeared somewhat disappointed.

He had defeated Chizhong in one move, yet only received 50 points.

Did that mean Chizhong was just trash with a combat power of 50?

But then again, maybe this was just the system's way of motivating him to fight.

His gaze shifted to Chizhong, his eyes looking unfriendly.

He wondered if he could exploit a bug by repeatedly killing the same monster.

With that thought, the Scribe walked towards Chizhong.

Slowly opening his eyes, Chizhong sat up straight, clutching his neck.

A familiar figure was approaching him, and Chizhong squinted to get a better look.

Who was this person?

Holy crap! It's the Scribe!

Chizhong, realizing who it was, instantly sobered up and leaped to his feet as if a rocket had been strapped to his backside.

"You, don't come over here!"

His expression became extremely contorted, as if he had been thoroughly beaten. He fled the plaza immediately.

Watching Chizhong flee, the Scribe lost the desire to test anything further.

Someone who had lost their confidence wasn't even qualified to be his test subject.

Tsk, he should prepare himself and head out to hunt demons.

Muttering to himself, the Scribe turned and walked out of the plaza.

As the people around saw the Scribe about to leave, they quickly made way for him.

A path opened up in the previously crowded plaza, and the Scribe, without being overly polite, quickly departed.

Rengoku Kyojuro, standing nearby, did not stop the Scribe from leaving. Instead, his gaze followed the Scribe's retreating figure.

Young, bold, talented, and not arrogant or impatient.

Such talent was truly rare. He needed to report this to Master immediately.

After arranging for a few people to organize the departure, Rengoku Kyojuro took the lead.

His destination was the residence of the current Master, Ubuyashiki Kagaya!

Upon reaching the house, Rengoku Kyojuro expressed his request to meet the Master.

Despite being the Flame Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, Rengoku Kyojuro still placed importance on such etiquette.

Before long, he received permission to enter.

However, besides him, there was another visitor.

"Mr. Yoriichi is also at Master's residence?!"

His brow furrowed, Rengoku Kyojuro appeared somewhat surprised.

Although Tsugikuni Yoriichi was the one who taught him and the other Hashira Breathing Techniques, he never asked them to call him "teacher."

He always felt that Yoriichi didn't truly regard them as disciples.

Despite his confusion, Rengoku Kyojuro quickly walked into the residence.

Kneeling with his legs crossed, Rengoku Kyojuro looked up after bowing.

His black hair was slightly longer than his ears, and his unnaturally pale face was covered in disgusting acne scars and blemishes.

This person was the current Master of the Demon Slayer Corps, Ubuyashiki Kagaya.

And beside Kagaya, Tsugikuni Yoriichi was leisurely sipping tea.

"Master, your health..." Rengoku Kyojuro was about to say something but was interrupted by Kagaya.

"Cough, cough... You don't need to worry about my health."

Covering his mouth and coughing a few times, Kagaya's complexion turned even paler.

"Rather than that, Rengoku Kyojuro, why did you suddenly wish to see me? Is there something important?"

Seeing the Master's gesture, Rengoku Kyojuro recounted what had just happened.

"It's like this, Master. Just now, while I was explaining Breathing Techniques in the plaza, there was a young man named Scribe..."

As Rengoku Kyojuro spoke, Ubuyashiki Kagaya's expression changed repeatedly.

From calm to curious, from curious to surprised, and finally to deep joy and admiration.

Meanwhile, Tsugikuni Yoriichi, who had been silently drinking tea, put down his teacup at some point.

He seemed to be paying close attention to Rengoku Kyojuro's words.

Do children of the Demon Slayer Corps truly possess such an existence?

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and Ubuyashiki Kagaya's mood seemed to become quite pleasant.

It looks like in a few more years, one of my children will become an extraordinary individual.

Perhaps, he will become the next Hashira, or even the strongest Hashira.

Viewing the members of the Demon Slayer Corps as his own children has always been a tradition for the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Coupled with their unique personal charm, this is why they receive the support of the entire Demon Slayer Corps.

And now, Ubuyashiki Kagaya was as delighted as a father seeing the talent of his child.

Yoriichi, what are your thoughts on this child?

Slightly turning his head, Kagaya seemed to want to hear Tsugikuni Yoriichi's opinion.

Tōshirō, standing beside him, also turned his head and stared intently at Tsugikuni Yoriichi.

He was also very curious about what evaluation this strongest member of the Demon Slayer Corps would give to the youth he spoke of.

However, even when facing the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps and a Hashira, Tsugikuni Yoriichi's expression remained as calm as ever.

The atmosphere became quite awkward.

Just as Tōshirō and the other assumed that this inquiry would once again yield no results, Yoriichi's next words completely stunned the two of them.

The Scribe is my disciple.

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the entire room instantly changed.