"I know you originally intended to kill that beast yourself. You didn't want Grandpa to bear the responsibility."
Rokuya nodded without denying it.
Zenitsu gripped the Nichirin Blade at his waist tightly. His knuckles turned white from the force.
"But please leave this chance to me."
Zenitsu raised his head and stared fixedly at Rokuya.
"This is a disgrace to Thunder Breathing. Someone who practices Thunder Breathing must personally wipe it clean. If I don't cut down that traitor myself, I'll never be able to face Grandpa."
Rokuya looked at Zenitsu's determined eyes. He had indeed intended to act himself and dispose of Kaigaku swiftly. But he knew that if he deprived Zenitsu of this chance for revenge, Zenitsu might never find peace within himself.
Zenitsu needed this battle to undergo a true transformation. His affection for Kaigaku as his senior fellow disciple had now turned entirely into irreconcilable hatred.
"Have you thought this through? He's an Upper Rank-level demon now. As you are, your chances of beating him are very low," Rokuya asked coldly.
Zenitsu abruptly bowed to Rokuya, bending at the waist to a ninety-degree angle.
"That's why I'm asking you to give me special training, Senior Rokuya. No matter how brutal or hellish the training is, I'll accept it. I want to become stronger. I want to purge the traitor from our ranks myself."
Zenitsu's words rang with conviction, without a trace of his usual cowardice.
Rokuya watched Zenitsu for a long time. At last, a faint smile of approval appeared on his face.
"All right. I agree. Starting tomorrow, I'll take you aside for individual training. I'll use my own methods to transform you completely. If you dare utter a single complaint along the way, I'll break your legs myself," Rokuya said sternly.
Zenitsu straightened.
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