You Go, I Don't Take In Those With Unrighteous Hearts

Jigoro Kuwajima gave Hiruma a hand chop and scolded him impatiently:

"Shota, don't embarrass me here. This sort of thing isn't funny at all!"

"Get lost!"

The old man kicked Hiruma away. After all, he didn't know what kind of scumbag Kaigaku was.

"Child, get up!"

"Have you eaten?"

"We'll talk about taking you as a disciple later!"

"Thank you, senior!" Kaigaku pretended to be extremely moved and kowtowed a few more times. He could only pray that this guy wouldn't report him.

What terrible luck I have, this guy is Mount Peach's disciple.

Damn it!

Hiruma crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes darting around. The old man was a kind person with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. He wasn't someone to be trifled with.

You want to be my junior disciple? Dream on.

Let's see how I deal with you.

Kaigaku didn't get up and continued to beg.

"Senior, I only beg you to take me as your disciple. Otherwise, I will kneel here forever!"

"Please, I want to kill demons, I want to join the Demon Slayer Corps!"

"Bang—"

He kowtowed heavily, his forehead hitting the ground with a crisp sound.

When he raised his head, his forehead was already red and swollen. Blood slowly seeped from the wound, flowing down his cheek.

He acted as if he couldn't feel the pain, his gaze fixed forward. His blue eyes flickered with a heart-stopping brilliance, a kind of unconcealable hatred and resentment.

This hatred for "demons" didn't seem fake at all. As his peripheral vision glanced at Hiruma, his enemy was right there, truly expressing his emotions.

"Sigh!" The old man sighed. This child was too stubborn. It was all the fault of the demons.

"Fine, fine, come with me. To become my disciple, you must pass my test. Otherwise, you won't be able to fight demons and will end up losing your life."

"Thank you, senior!" Kaigaku was overjoyed, but his heart was filled with more resentment towards the old man.

You old geezer, you made me crack my head open and you're pretending to care about me.

"Master, I just remembered I have something to do. Bye-bye!"

Hiruma quickly left the scene, running down the mountain without looking back. There were some things he couldn't say clearly, as it would seem too targeted, but he still had his subordinates to consider.

Jigoro Kuwajima's trial was simple and brutal: if Kaigaku could touch him before sunset, he would be accepted.

He handed a wooden sword to Kaigaku, placing one hand behind his back with a serious and solemn expression.

"Do your best, come on!"

Kaigaku gripped the wooden sword, a hint of almost imperceptible disdain flashing in his eyes. This crippled old man, what's with the act? Let's see me break your other leg.

He charged forward with full confidence, but underestimating the enemy resulted in a severe beating, especially the old man in his trial state.

Kaigaku was swept away by a single sword strike before he could even get close, then he fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah—"

He felt like his arm was about to break, and his naive thoughts vanished from his mind.

Such a strong old man. Tsk, he's deliberately trying to make me fail, isn't he?

For money, for power, to get revenge on those who had bullied him, Kaigaku unleashed his immense strength.

He roared and charged at the old man, only to be beaten away, again and again. Even with his body covered in wounds, he didn't care.

The sun was setting in the west, and it would soon sink behind the mountains. The agreed-upon time was approaching, but Kaigaku still hadn't touched the old man once.

However, the old man was quite satisfied with his persistent will. He was a good prospect, and if trained well, he could contribute to the Demon Slayer Corps.

Unfortunately, the old man had no idea how Kaigaku cursed him in his heart, nor did he know about this selfish nature of his.

No matter how the old man trained him, he would ultimately remain an ungrateful wretch.

"Ahhhh—"

"I want revenge!"

Kaigaku's face was bruised and swollen. Coupled with his roars, his features were contorted beyond recognition.

This strike was held back by the old man. He acknowledged Kaigaku's perseverance and his talent was decent, though nowhere near as good as his eldest disciple.

The wooden sword brushed against the hem of the old man's clothing, and Kaigaku stumbled.

"Kid, good perseverance, that's very important!"

"You qualif..."

Before the old man could finish speaking, a young child's voice rang out.

"Brothers, the thief is right here, beat him up!"

Shota, leading seven or eight other boys, rushed up the hillside, determined to complete the task their leader had assigned.

Kaigaku was stunned. He knew it had to be that damn red-haired kid.

Bastard!

Kaigaku's eyes widened in fury, his icy killing intent pressing down on Shota and the other children without any attempt to hide it.

Jigoro happened to see this scene. He was astonished, wondering why Kaigaku had such killing intent in his eyes.

And why were Shota and the other children trying to attack him?

"Stop, stop, stop!" Jigoro blocked the way. Just his presence was enough to make Shota and the others too scared to move. "Explain yourselves. Why are you attacking someone on my mountain for no reason?"

"Grandpa Jigorō, that guy is a bad guy! He stole our money!"

"Yeah, yeah! He hit us if we didn't give him any!"

"He also stole money, I saw him! But he said he'd kill me if I told anyone!"

"But our leader said we shouldn't protect evil people, that it's wrong!"

Eight or nine children, talking over each other, listed Kaigaku's crimes.

Hearing this, Jigoro's brow furrowed. Throughout his life, he had been decisive and had absolutely no tolerance for petty thieves or bullies.

He turned to look at Kaigaku, who was slumped on the ground. The killing intent he had accumulated over decades was almost tangible. Jigoro asked, enunciating each word, "Kaigaku, is what they're saying true?"

In that instant, Kaigaku felt his heart stop. A bone-chilling cold enveloped him, and he trembled all over from fear.

Soon, desire overcame his fear. He struggled to his feet, putting on a defiant act, and said, "I didn't steal or rob! They're lying!"

"Oh?"

Jigoro turned his gaze to Shota and the others, scaring them into stillness.

"Are you lying?"

Under such pressure, especially for children, it was extremely difficult to lie.

But Shota and the others didn't need to lie. They were telling the truth.

"Grandpa Jigorō, we're not lying!"

"True Older Brother helped us get the money back. That guy came to town a few days ago."

"The leader wasn't back yet, and he bullied us every day!"

The little ones weren't scared at all and confronted Jigoro directly.

"Alas!" Jigoro sighed. Had he misjudged this child?

Stealing, robbing, and lying—Kaigaku's heart was not pure!

Suddenly, Jigoro transformed into a golden streak of lightning. Before Kaigaku could react, a glinting blade was at his throat.

If he could still say the same thing under the threat of death, it would prove he wasn't lying.

Now it was Kaigaku's turn to panic. He just wanted the money, he didn't want to die.

"Say it again, did you do those things?" Jigoro demanded.

Kaigaku watched as a drop of blood slid down the cold blade. He felt a sharp pain in his neck. His desire, after all, had not overcome his fear of death.

"I did it! Kill me!" he roared, like a hysterical madman.

Jigoro put away his sword. What a shame about that resolve.

"You can go. I don't take in those with impure hearts!"

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