Ten-Meter Sword Qi × The Fourth Gate Opens!

As the Lunar New Year approaches, the wind and snow are getting heavier...

The Mount Sagiri dampened Roy's hair, causing it to frost over.

Freed from the constraints of the rubble, and resuming the Ten Thousand Swings, Roy felt the knife in his hand as light as a feather, as if it were glued to his palm. He could wield it with effortless ease, as if it were part of his own arm.

Master, Urokodaki Sakonji stood silently behind him watching...

Ten meters directly in front of us was a wooden stake bound with hemp rope.

The Sun-Earring Boy closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing. He spread his feet apart, using himself as the central axis to stabilize his stance. Then he opened his eyes, held the knife in both hands, and slashed forward, delivering his first blow of the day.

Then... two strikes, three strikes, a hundred strikes, a thousand strikes, ten thousand strikes, twenty thousand strikes, thirty thousand strikes, thirty-five thousand strikes... Seeing that he had surpassed his limits before his cultivation on the broken stone, Roy felt his body heating up, his strength still sufficient. He simply tore off his scarf and continued swinging his sword...

Thirty-six thousand, thirty-seven thousand, thirty-eight thousand, forty thousand...

"That Eiichiro guy, I can't keep up with the count!" Makomo pouted and complained, her beautiful big eyes darting around.

High atop the birch tree, Sabito silently watched, Urokodaki Sakonji...

Forty thousand, forty-two thousand, forty-seven thousand, forty-nine thousand, fifty thousand!

At that moment, the Sun-Earring Boy narrowed his eyes, his hands, waist, and feet moved in unison, and he stepped forward to slash—

The blade tore through the air, unleashing a teeth-grinding screech, forming a crescent-shaped slash that sliced through a wooden stake ten meters away!

"Thud..." The wooden stake broke in two and crashed to the ground.

The surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop; the only sound was the Sun-Earring Boy's heavy breathing echoing in the wind and snow!

"That guy Eiichiro..." Shinsuke, who was lying down, sat up straight instantly. Even though he was mentally prepared and knew that Roy would break through his limit again after the rock-crushing training, perhaps reaching an astonishing 40,000 knives... he still underestimated him!

"Honestly, I'm numb." Fukuda stood next to Shinsuke, looking down at Roy, and said self-deprecatingly, "If anyone tells me in the future that Eiichiro has even killed the Demon King, I won't be surprised anymore."

"He's not even human!"

A ten-meter-long slash...

"The crucial point is, Eiichiro hasn't learned the Breathing Style yet~"

Makomo finally stopped counting. Dizzy, she helped Sabito to his feet. Sabito, supported by her, was like a wooden stake. After being stabbed by Roy, his Dao Heart was shattered in two.

Silence is the Mount Sagiri today... Giyu, perhaps... the Water Hashira is your limit, but it can never be Eiichiro's limit."

Sabito stared at Roy's retreating figure, and could almost imagine what a terrifying scene it would be for the Demon to let such a monster go down the mountain.

"Eiichiro,"

"We can begin the next phase of training..."

Snow covered Urokodaki Sakonji's shoulders, and his voice, hidden beneath the Tengu Mask, was somewhat hoarse. He quietly watched the Sun-Earring Boy... Roy sheathed his sword, exhaled a long white dragon of vapor, and shook his head.

"No, I still need to practice." The Sun-Earring Boy's voice was very calm, and he smiled, revealing a set of pearly teeth.

If Netero throws 100,000 punches a day, then Roy can't slash 100,000 times a day... That doesn't make sense!

"I will tell my master when I truly reach my limit."

"You... Hehehe..." Urokodaki Sakonji he laughed, the laughter growing louder and louder. He looked up at the sky, where a rare ray of sunlight broke through the fog, as if dispelling the gloom that had shrouded everyone's hearts— the Demon!

"Okay." The old man turned around with satisfaction, deciding to add a pork leg to the child's meal tonight.

[Hint: Swordsmanship +40]

[Swordsmanship: lv2(996/1000)→lv3(36/10000)]

"Clang~"

Kukuroo Mountain

At four o'clock in the morning, a bell rang.

In the small room on the far east side of the third floor of the Butler Villa, Kastro opened his eyes as usual and lay on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling...

Having been with the Zoldyck for over two months, he has grown from a complete novice to a seasoned veteran who knows a little bit, finally realizing just how weighty the name "Zoldyck" truly is.

A 100-kilogram bulletproof vest is worn 24 hours a day... The shoes on my feet are weighted... The water cup I drink from weighs 20 kilograms... It takes at least 500 kilograms of force to push open any door...

This isn't some butler's office; this is a fucking gravity training room! And it's ten times the normal gravity!

When Kastro first arrived, he really wanted to curse, but when he thought about how all the trainee butlers who dreamed of becoming official butlers were like this, and that the worst one was actually the enthusiastic mentor who helped him successfully open the first Testing Gate Zee... the Sun-Earring Boy calmed down, cut his long hair, and accepted reality.

Not for anything else, but just so that one day I can punch that awful bespectacled guy in the face... and show him that if he can do it, he can do it too!

Oh right... what's his name again... Gotoh!

At 4:05 a. m., Kastro got out of bed and began his morning exercise... From 4:00 to 4:30 a. m. was the only time he could freely control during the day.

At this time, he would usually choose to run to the Testing Gate, practice a round of Tiger Bite Fist, and then chat with Zee for a while to maintain his meager sense of security.

That's right, once you enter the world of Zoldyck, it's like Zoldyck.

Even a random dog that jumps out could blow him over with the force of the wind.

So much so that even now, Kastro feels a chill run down his spine whenever he hears Mike's roar.

"Hehe... you'll get used to it." Zee smiled and handed over a glass of water. He was a real sweetheart. In the original story, he was the one who helped Gon and his group. Now, after two months of getting to know each other, he also greatly admired the young man in front of him.

Diligent, energetic, with good hair quality, and most importantly... obedient and easy to manage—she's got the makings of a housekeeper.

"Thank you." Kastro finished his punches, nodded in thanks, and as he was about to drink some water, he suddenly heard a series of familiar footsteps. He looked up and saw Sun-Earring Boy with short, thick, black hair running down the mountain as usual. The young man quickly bowed and greeted him, saying, "Good morning, Young Master."

After practicing his sword last night, Roy enjoyed a sumptuous stewed pork hock with Urokodaki Sakonji. He finally had a good night's sleep, a rare treat, and returned to reality, traversing the Cognitive World.

There was no need to linger in bed for a minute or two to relieve mental fatigue.

I quickly washed up and went for a morning run, and soon arrived at the foot of the mountain.

The Sun-Earring Boy stopped running. He had run five kilometers without breaking a sweat. He nodded slightly to Zee, who had tipped his hat to him, then fixed his gaze on Kastro and asked with a smile, "Are you getting used to it?"

Kastro immediately stood at attention. "Don't worry, Young Master, I can handle it."

Roy patted him on the shoulder. "That's good."

As he spoke, he walked past him and went straight to the Testing Gate, where he stood still.

"Young Master, are you going out?" Zee thought to himself: I haven't seen Gotoh here... Being dutiful, he rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward. "I'll Gate of Opening for you Young Master."

Roy: "No need."

He looked up and stared at the Testing Gate, then gently raised his hand and pressed it against it.

Seeing this, Zee stopped in his tracks. Kastro sensed something and turned to look.

Then, a deafening roar erupted!

The four Testing Gate, each weighing thirty-two tons, suddenly swung open, revealing a dashing Sun-Earring Boy in the center, bathed in the morning glow, clapping his hands to dispel dust.