"What? What does Pikachu mean?"
"Don't worry about what it means. Just say it. Once I'm satisfied, I'll give you this awesome treasure."
"Pikachu..."
"Wrong! You've got the pitch wrong! Start low on the first syllable, go high on the second, and stress the third!"
"Pi~ka...chu... This is so hard. Could you demonstrate it for me, sir?"
"I'm not Pikachu. How could I demonstrate it for you? Saying Pikachu is Pikachu's job!"
"..." Zenitsu Agatsuma stared at Ye Chen, utterly speechless. This was the first time he had ever heard such a bizarre request. What the hell did he mean, say Pikachu?
Was this absurd condition supposed to be generous, or was he just making things difficult?
"Pikachu~" After a bout of diligent practice, Zenitsu Agatsuma finally got the pitch right, leaving Ye Chen thoroughly satisfied.
Unfortunately for Zenitsu Agatsuma, his senior had no intention of stopping there and kept making him say it with different pitches.
"Very good! You've got the basic everyday cry right! Now let's try another one. Come on, high on the first syllable, low on the second, then high again on the third~ Ohhh! Yes, yes, yes! That's the feeling! Not bad, kid. From now on, you're a proper Pikachu!"
"Then, sir, can you give me that orb now...?" Zenitsu Agatsuma wondered whether this senior of his was insane. A proper Pikachu? What the hell was that? Wasn't this just some cry meant to sound cute?
"Of course. I keep my word. And if you run into any trouble in the Demon Slayer Corps, just say Pikachu, and I might consider helping you..."
As Ye Chen spoke, he patted Zenitsu Agatsuma's mop of shit-yellow hair. It felt nothing special, and he wasn't nearly as cute as the almighty Pikachu. Besides, this Pikachu was terrified of