It was not that Ubuyashiki did not want to reform the Demon Slayer Corps' system.
Rather, he had concerns and difficulties on many fronts.
Was he unaware of the Final Selection's harshness and high death rate?
He knew better than anyone.
After all, the results from every selection site were reported to him, the head of the family, immediately.
Of course he knew how many people had fallen just one step short of becoming Swordsmen.
In fact, every year since he had inherited the position of family head,
Those goals he had once thought as distant as the stars were not impossibly difficult to reach. In fact, he wanted even more now.
Yet everyone was being so thoughtless, chattering and making a racket before anyone could finish speaking. It was utterly absurd.
Fortunately, the weasel saw that I was upset and did not press me any further, merely waving me off to rest on my own. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep no matter what. Later, Liu Huan and Yang Zhe returned together. They had come back to pack their things, preparing to move into Liu Huan's home.
Mo Chen's gaze abruptly turned icy, his pupils contracting slightly as he rolled backward. At that moment, the dagger stabbed toward him, instantly piercing his clothes. He narrowly avoided the fatal blow.
The two sat in the noisy first-floor lobby. Yu Yu and his companion both had excellent hearing and caught every word of the conversations around them.
Meng Meiqi sat on the dining table with her chin propped in her hands. There was no telling what she was thinking, but a hint of shyness inexplicably appeared on her face.
Yu Yu's decision not to pay Zhuang Yao'er any more attention did not necessarily mean he did not care