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

From bottom to top, a circular slash in the shape of a flame shot out.

The burning flame slash tore open the backpack, igniting the objects inside.

What the Scribe had placed inside were bottles of oil!

The oil fueled the fire, and the fire fed the oil.

In an instant, all the vines were covered in burning flames.

"Ahhh! So hot!"

The Tree Demon seemed to be one with these vines, as if it could feel the pain of burning.

Its gaunt hands flailed and tore at its upper body, as if trying to pat out the flames.

However, all the Tree Demon could tear off were the individual vines.

"What a great opportunity!"

Seeing his plan succeed, the Scribe didn't hesitate and launched another fierce attack.

As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot!

His charging body bent slightly, and the Scribe scooped up a handful of dirt from the ground.

Seeing the Scribe charge towards him, the pained Tree Demon could only muster its strength.

With a wave of its right hand, some branches that weren't completely scorched flew out, stabbing forward.

"Sun Breathing: Third Form: Crimson Sun Mirror!"

Using Sun Breathing once more, a horizontal, fiery red slash instantly shot out.

As a long-range attack skill within Sun Breathing, Crimson Sun Mirror's destructive power was considerable.

The moment it made contact, it completely shredded the incoming branches.

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

Seeing that its final attack was also ineffectual, the Tree Demon's withered face became even more ferocious.

"In that case, you will all die with me!"

Realizing that its death was inevitable, the Tree Demon aimed its target at the remaining Demon Slayer Corps Members.

It seemed that child was acquainted with them.

If they died, that person would surely be sad.

"I'll take you down with me!"

The desire for a final struggle surged, and the Tree Demon actually let out a roar.

With a cracking sound akin to splintering wood, it forcibly separated its upper body!

"I'll bite you to death!"

Its gaping maw opened, emitting a nauseating, foul stench.

The one-armed man who had answered the Scribe earlier turned pale upon seeing the Tree Demon lunge at them with its life on the line.

"It's over, I'm going to die."

"Is my life about to end like this?"

"I'm sorry, Kaori, brother might have to break his promise."

A sense of despair spread throughout his body, and the one-armed man instinctively closed his eyes.

However, the violent pain he imagined never came.

Tremblingly, he opened his eyes, and his eyes widened instantly.

The Tree Demon, which had been clamoring to kill him, was already dismembered, its severed head lying not far away.

His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, filled with disbelief.

"Am I dead already?"

With his final doubt, the Tree Demon's head slowly dissipated, eventually turning into black fragments and vanishing into the air.

"Holy crap! I went too hard."

The Scribe, coming to his senses, was somewhat annoyed. He hadn't expected this guy to be so fragile.

"This is troublesome. I originally planned to capture it alive and interrogate it."

The Demon Slayer Corps Swordsman, having narrowly escaped death, wore a complex expression upon hearing this.

They had already given their all just to fend off the Tree Demon's attacks, and they hadn't expected the Scribe to plan on capturing it alive.

It really is 'comparing people makes you angry.'

After slaying the Tree Demon, a system voice sounded in the Scribe's mind.

"Congratulations, Host, mission complete."

"Rewards are being sent."

Combining the host's own abilities, Master Swordsmanship (300,000/1,000,000) has been upgraded to 350,000/1,000,000.

Combining the host's own abilities, Novice Breathing Technique (9,750/10,000) has been upgraded to Proficient Breathing Technique (10,000/100,000).

All other abilities have been upgraded to Proficient level (10,000/100,000).

Detected that this mission is the first kill mission, additional rewards have been sent.

Congratulations to the host for obtaining the skill: Speed Boost.

Congratulations to the host for obtaining the skill: Stamina Boost.

Speed Boost: Further increases the host's already superhuman speed.

Stamina Boost: Further increases the host's already superhuman stamina.

A string of notification sounds continuously echoed in the Scribe's mind, the immense rewards making him ecstatic.

"Holy crap, what a haul, what a haul!"

He hadn't expected extra rewards for the first kill mission; he'd truly hit the jackpot this time.

After calming himself slightly, the Scribe noticed the surviving Demon Slayer Corps Swordsmen seemed rather dejected.

Even though they had survived, the two who had lost arms would likely never be able to work as swordsmen again.

As for the swordsman who had lost a leg, he had died due to a lack of timely treatment.

Not to mention the swordsmen who had been killed by the Tree Demon before the Scribe arrived.

Looking at the corpses lying on the battlefield, the Scribe walked forward and patted the shoulder of the man who had answered him.

"Those who have died cannot be brought back. All we can do is live well in their stead."

Upon hearing this, the one-armed Kondo suddenly raised his head.

His eyes turned red, and tears began to stream uncontrollably from them.

Although the Scribe was only eight years old, at this moment, he appeared so tall and magnificent in their eyes.

His words seemed to possess a kind of magic, capable of stirring people's emotions.

Kondo wiped away his tears and raised his Nichirin Blade with his remaining arm.

"Let's live well!"

The other three, hearing this, also raised their Nichirin Blades.

"Let's live well!"

Watching the excited expressions of the four, the Scribe felt his own muscles twitch.

He had only intended to comfort them, but now he felt like some kind of charlatan, swaying people with just a few words.

Perhaps, he could discuss the art of language with Doma later?

After tidying up the bodies of the Demon Slayer Corps Swordsmen, the Scribe and the others hastily left the forest.

The sounds of battle could have attracted unrelated individuals. To prevent the secret of demons from being exposed, the Demon Slayer Corps had always adhered to a low-profile approach.

After the Scribe and the others departed, the forest returned to its quiet state.

Only the broken trees, scorched vines, and the large pit in the ground indicated that a fierce battle had taken place here.

After some time, a figure suddenly appeared.

The newcomer had pale skin, a slender build, and black hair. Their pupils seemed filled with blood.

This person, no, this creature, was Kibutsuji Muzan!

The progenitor of demons, the origin of all, had appeared here!

Seeing the traces of battle around him, Muzan's brow furrowed deeply.

"He's dead? That guy?"

"How strange, did a Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps intervene?"

"Oh well, since he's dead, it just proves he was also a piece of trash."

"Still, this feeling in the air... it's truly disgusting."

As if sensing the lingering traces of Sun Breathing in the air, Kibutsuji Muzan's face contorted in disgust.

"Perhaps, I should send some demons to investigate this strange energy."

Muttering softly, Muzan turned and left.

The Tree Demon would never have imagined that Kibutsuji Muzan, whom it admired immensely, would evaluate it as mere trash.

If it knew this evaluation, it would probably be so enraged that it would come back to life just to die again.

Meanwhile, the Scribe and the others had already left the forest and arrived at the entrance of a large courtyard marked with a Wisteria symbol.

Just as he was about to knock, the Scribe heard footsteps from within the gate.

Creak~

As the gate opened, the Scribe's expression immediately changed in surprise.

It's you?!

Chapter 11: Return to the Demon Slayer Corps, Five Pillars Meeting

Pushing open the door, Chizhong never expected to encounter the Scribe here again.

How can you be here?!

His expression stiffening, Chizhong pointed at the Scribe and shouted.

How does a non-Demon Slayer Corps Member like you know about this place?!

Looking at Chizhong shouting at him, the Scribe blinked and sighed.

I say, don't you even look at the situation?

Besides, everyone who comes here is for recuperation, right?

With that reminder, Chizhong finally noticed the four injured Demon Slayer Corps Members beside the Scribe.

How did you get such serious injuries? Hurry over to rest and get treated!

He quickly stepped forward to help the injured, and Chizhong led them into the house.

As he walked past the Scribe, he didn't forget to give him a look of disdain and anger.

Shrugging indifferently, the Scribe also walked in.

This family, bearing the Wisteria crest, had once been saved by the Demon Slayer Corps. Therefore, they provided free lodging, medical care, and supplies to every Demon Slayer Corps Member who passed by.

Even though the Scribe was not an official Demon Slayer Corps Member, he still received a delicious meal.