"I know you're waiting for your legs to recover, but unfortunately, this is my first time fighting a demon. I have to make sure nothing goes wrong, so..."
Chu Yang's words jolted the young demon awake. It tried to use its last bit of strength to flee, but the moment it turned around, a flash of steel tore a white line through the night and sliced across its neck.
The young demon's head flew high into the air. As it spun, it first saw its own body, then its arms.
Its head landed squarely between its arms, the three forming a bizarre work of art.
The head was burning. The young demon's life had entered its final countdown.
"Who exactly are you? Are you from the Demon Slayer Corps? An ordinary member couldn't possibly have this kind of strength..."
The dying young demon wanted to say more, but Chu Yang leaped high into the air and brought the Horse-Cutting Blade crashing down onto its head.
After the earth rumbled, the temple fell silent once more.
Early the next morning, Gyomei Himejima returned to the temple in the first rays of sunlight. The scent of a demon still lingered in the air. His expression changed, and he rushed into the temple.
The nightmare buried deepest within him surged up with his memories, and a violent killing intent erupted from Gyomei Himejima.
The wrathful glare of Vajra, the lowered gaze of a Bodhisattva.
But soon, his killing intent vanished.
Chu Yang yawned as he pushed open his door and walked out. Only after rubbing the sleep from his eyes did he notice Gyomei Himejima. His face immediately lit up. "Himejima-sensei, you're back!"
Living alone in an old temple deep in the mountains was not easy. There was not even anyone to talk