No Need to Eat, No Need to Watch Anime-Normies Must Die

"It had been a long time, Rumble Hashira. How had your health been?" Gyomei Himejima held his palms together before his chest and greeted the short old man. Perhaps because the old man had unconsciously shouted in agitation earlier, the nearby residents were all watching them curiously.

"What's going on?"

"Were they bullying an old man?"

Seeing the crowd gossiping, the old man tapped the ground with his cane and said to the four of them, "Come to my residence. There are too many people here; it's not suitable for talking."

Gyomei Himejima directly followed behind the old man. Yu Luo and the Kocho sisters, equally bewildered, followed as well. Once the onlookers saw that the people at the center of attention had left, they dispersed and returned to their own business.

After leaving the town, the old man led them up the mountain behind it. The mountain was planted with peach trees, their branches laden with green and pink peaches in the summer heat. A peculiar fruity fragrance lingered around their noses.

After walking for over half an hour, they came upon a simple wooden cabin halfway up the mountain. The old man familiarly pushed open the wooden door, sat directly on the tatami mats, and gestured for the four to sit before getting straight to the point. "What did you come to see me for, Stone Pillar?"

The room was exceptionally bare. Apart from pots, bowls, utensils, and a few daily necessities, there was nothing else. It was practically the dwelling of an ascetic. Even when Yu Luo had fled Changkong City during the Third Honkai, he had never lived such a miserable life.

"You're not even giving us a cup of hot tea? We're guests, at least!" Yu Luo stared in disbelief at the short old man sitting cross-legged in the seat of honor.

The old man blew at his beard and glared at Yu Luo. "Why are you so fussy at such a young age? I don't have that stuff here. Stay if you want, leave if you don't!"

Yu Luo helplessly raised both hands in surrender, then obediently sat on the tatami as he watched the old man speak with Gyomei Himejima. "Rumble Hashira, I found someone who intends to join the Demon Slayer Corps. I planned to have you train him."

Hearing that, Yu Luo suddenly felt a sense of dread. He quickly put on an expression of utter detachment and stared blankly at the rough ceiling.

"I'm no longer the Rumble Hashira." The old man pointed at the prosthetic on his right leg and said to Gyomei Himejima, "I've retired from the front lines. The title of Hashira no longer has anything to do with me. Call me Jigoro Kuwajima from now on."

"Understood." Gyomei Himejima nodded, then pointed at Yu Luo, who was blankly staring at the ceiling. "This man wishes to join the Demon Slayer Corps, but the other Breathing styles are best trained from childhood. After giving it some thought, only Thunder Breathing places importance on talent, so I hoped you could train him."

Just as I thought! Yu Luo wailed inwardly. He had never expected that the trainer Gyomei Himejima claimed was especially suitable for him would be this stubborn, bad-tempered old man before him. And he seemed to have made a very bad impression already.

"This irritating brat who spouts nonsense all day?!" Just as Yu Luo expected, upon hearing Gyomei Himejima's words, Jigoro Kuwajima immediately blew up, glaring at Yu Luo, who still looked utterly composed, with disbelief written all over his face.

"Yes." Gyomei Himejima pressed his palms together, and two more streams of tears ran down his face. "When I met him, he was fighting a demon to save these two little girls. It was truly moving."

Jigoro Kuwajima looked at the Kocho sisters, who nodded repeatedly, then at Yu Luo, who was desperately trying to act well-behaved and salvage his image. He said nothing, his face full of contemplation, and the wooden cabin fell silent.

Seconds ticked by, and Yu Luo's heart grew colder and colder. In the end, he had nearly given up on joining the Demon Slayer Corps. So what if I don't rely on the Demon Slayer Corps? I'll kill the Demon King and the Twelve Kizuki myself. With Heroic Spirit Cards, I refuse to believe I can't complete this mission!

"What's your name?" Jigoro Kuwajima's voice finally broke the silence in the cabin. Yu Luo was still immersed in thought and did not catch his words at first, so he instinctively asked back:

"Huh?"

"I asked what your name is!" Yu Luo's absent-minded manner angered Jigoro Kuwajima so much that he heavily struck the floor with his cane and repeated himself.

Yu Luo heard him clearly this time and immediately answered, "My name is Yu Luo!"

Jigoro Kuwajima looked over Yu Luo's clothes and nodded. "A foreigner?" Then he turned to Gyomei Himejima, who still had his palms pressed together.

"You arrange things for these two sisters first. Although this brat is irritating, I don't have any disciples either." Jigoro Kuwajima paused, looked at the bewildered Yu Luo, and said unhappily, "I'll take this brat in."

"Then I shall take my leave." Gyomei Himejima pressed his palms together, bowed to Jigoro Kuwajima, and promptly bade farewell. Jigoro Kuwajima did not try to keep them and simply got up to see them outside.

"Be careful on the road."

Gyomei Himejima nodded. Shinobu Kocho and Kanae Kocho, however, looked reluctant to leave. Yu Luo had saved them from the demon, and without realizing it, the sisters had begun to regard him as a friend.

"Yu Luo, train hard, okay?" Shinobu Kocho said with a maturity beyond her years. "Once we pass Final Selection, we'll be able to meet again."

"Yu Luo, take good care of yourself. And thank you for saving my little sister and me." Kanae Kocho smiled gently at Yu Luo. He irritably knocked each of the little girls, neither of whom even reached his waist, on the head.

"Don't act like you're adults. I should be the one saying that!" Yu Luo laughed as he spoke. "Remember to take good care of yourselves and don't fight. You sisters are each other's only family now, so you must love and support one another!"

"Got it! We're leaving! Goodbye!"

"Goodbye!"

Yu Luo stood on the mountain path and waved as he watched the two petite figures follow behind Gyomei Himejima, stumbling along the uneven trail. His heart could not help feeling a little empty. Perhaps from the moment he discovered they were alive, he had already regarded them as friends—or even family.

Jigoro Kuwajima stood beside Yu Luo the entire time. Only after the three figures disappeared from sight did he sternly say, "My training is very strict. If you can't complete it, I won't go easy on you!"

"Huh? Is there any way to become stronger while sleeping?" Yu Luo asked miserably. Jigoro Kuwajima's mouth twitched, making the scar on his face look even more sinister. He stared silently at Yu Luo, who guiltily raised both hands and gave an awkward smile.

"Just kidding, just kidding!"

"Go chop the firewood behind the house, then fill the water jar!" Jigoro Kuwajima showed no reaction to Yu Luo's joking attitude and instead sternly ordered, "Tonight, I'll explain Breathing techniques to you."

With that, Jigoro Kuwajima went down the mountain. No one knew what he was going to do, leaving Yu Luo alone with a miserable expression as he dejectedly headed behind the house.

"Come on!" Yu Luo nearly broke down when he saw the pile of firewood before him. It was stacked layer upon layer and stood as tall as a person. A coldly gleaming axe rested on a stump nearby.

"Stop yelling!" the system said disdainfully to Yu Luo. "It's only this much. Are you even a man?!"

Yu Luo was so angry at the system that he laughed. "Only this much? Then why don't you try it?"

"I'm not trying it. I'm not a man," the system said righteously. Yu Luo started to speak, stopped, then started again, before finally spitting lightly and stepping forward. He picked up the axe, placed a log on the stump, and brought it down. The coldly gleaming blade cleanly split the wood in two.

The good times did not last. Yu Luo was fairly nimble at first, but his stamina soon ran dry. He had chopped less than half the wood when his right arm went weak, his waist ached unbearably, and blisters had formed on his palms. He barely gathered enough strength to lift the axe again, but his right hand trembled violently, and the axe slipped from his palm onto the ground.

"No, no, I can't take it anymore!" Yu Luo lay spread-eagled on the ground, panting madly, his clothes soaked through with sweat as he wailed at the sky.

"Keep going!" the system urged in Yu Luo's mind. "Think about the Kocho sisters' parents. If this continues, you'll never grow stronger. Do you want to see even more people die because of your weakness?!"

"But I really have no strength left. My hands hurt so much too. Holding the axe feels like piercing pain!"

"You should think of it this way." After considering for a moment, the system decided to use another way to persuade Yu Luo. "If you don't keep going, you won't be able to join the Demon Slayer Corps, you won't complete the mission, and you won't be able to return to your original world. You'll never see Mei, Kiana, or Bronya again. Those three will be tricked away by normies one after another. Can you accept that?!"

The moment it finished speaking, Yu Luo leaped off the ground and picked up the axe that had fallen beside him. "I feel like I'm full of strength again!"

Smack! Yu Luo tremblingly split a log in half, muttering under his breath, "One normie!"

Smack!

"Two normies!"

Smack!

"Normies must all die! Aaah!"

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