Haruto had never imagined this would be the scene that greeted him on his first day at Mount Momiji.
He helped Jigoro Kuwajima take the Round-Browed Boy to the Medical Clinic at the foot of the mountain. What surprised him even more was that the boy had emerged from the lightning strike completely unharmed!
Before long, he was full of energy again, sobbing his heart out at the mirror over his hair and eyebrows, which had turned from black to yellow.
"How could this happen?! How could this happen~~~?!"
"People already hated my black hair, and now I'm this ugly! Where am I supposed to find a girl willing to marry me?!"
"Why did lightning strike me?!"
"Why did my hair turn yellow?!"
Haruto sat on a stool, his soul gradually leaving his body as the howls grew louder and louder...
Jigoro Kuwajima sat on another stool beside him, unable to hide his embarrassment as he looked at his old friend's disciple, who had come all this way to deliver a blade.
"Zenitsu... Zenitsu may be noisy, but he has a firm commitment to the path of a swordsman..."
Before he could finish, another string of wails erupted from inside the room.
"Just let me die already! Even if I don't die now, Grandpa's hellish training will kill me!"
"Even if Grandpa's hellish training doesn't kill me, a foul demon will kill me on the first day of Final Selection!"
"Even if I survive Final Selection, my belly will get ripped open on my very first demon hunt!"
"I don't wanna die! Waaaaah! Aaaaaah!"
"..."
This was... a firm commitment?
Haruto didn't dare meet Mr. Kuwajima's eyes, afraid he would see how utterly lost he was.
Jigoro Kuwajima slammed his cane against the floor and strode into the room on