Ye Chen clearly had no intention of letting Zenitsu Agatsuma get away with his whining. He reached out and hauled Zenitsu up from the ground, rubbed his head of shit-yellow hair, and said with a smile:
"You said that if you can't learn anything, you'll die if you join the Demon Slayer Corps, right?"
"That's right! Gramps keeps telling me to go, too, but I really don't have the skills! I don't have the talent! I'll die if I go!"
When Ye Chen asked him that, Zenitsu Agatsuma seemed to catch a glimmer of hope. He shouted, "You're in the Demon Slayer Corps, right? Then could you talk to Gramps and tell him not to send me there to die?"
But Ye Chen shook his head regretfully and patiently tried to reason with him. "Ah, you're carrying your master's hopes. How could he possibly give up on you?"
"Then... isn't there still Kaigaku? Right, Kaigaku's so talented! He can already be Gramps's successor!" Cold sweat streamed down Zenitsu Agatsuma's face, but desperation seemed to spark an idea, and he remembered the senior fellow disciple who was always so cold to him.
"All right, stop expecting that backstabbing bastard to amount to anything."
Ye Chen raised an eyebrow and continued, "Your talent actually isn't bad. So what if you've only learned the First Form? Why not try taking on the world with that one move?"
"...What does 'backstabbing bastard' mean?" Zenitsu Agatsuma looked utterly confused. He didn't know what it meant, but it clearly wasn't anything nice. Still, since it referred to his senior fellow disciple rather than him, it sounded rather pleasant.
"Don't worry about the details!" Ye Chen's eyes widened. Shit, I almost let that slip. Then he rummaged in his pockets a few times, though he was actually