This was practically a mission tailor-made for him to farm Gratitude Points!
Just imagine it: those young swordsmen, crying out in despair beneath demons' claws, certain they were about to die, saved at the last moment by him descending like a god... wouldn't their gratitude flow like an endless, surging river?
As for disqualifying them? That was for their own good! Not only would he get no fewer Gratitude Points, but they would give him even more for saving their lives!
"Master." Rokuya stood up, brushed the grass clippings off his backside, and flashed an exceptionally brilliant smile.
"Leave this dirty, exhausting work to me, the Kai Hashira. You can rest a million times easier. I guarantee that in this selection, not a single piece of trash I take a fancy to... ahem, not a single piece of trash I see will die!"
Watching Rokuya stride away, Kagaya Ubuyashiki smiled, raised his teacup, and took a gentle sip.
"I'm counting on you... Rokuya."
Mount Fujikasane.
Purple wisteria blossoms swayed in the night breeze, giving off a strange, rich fragrance. To humans, the scent was merely somewhat pungent, but to demons, it formed a barrier as deadly as poison.
Dozens of young swordsmen with varying expressions stood in a clearing halfway up the mountain.
Some trembled with nerves, some had flames of vengeance burning in their eyes, and others silently wiped their Nichirin Blades.
Rokuya did not stand among these swordsmen. Concealing his presence like a tiger lurking in the dark, he crouched in the crown of the tallest wisteria tree and looked down at the crowd.
His mental attribute of 50 allowed his perception to cover a radius of nearly a kilometer.
Suddenly, his gaze stopped on someone in the crowd.
Several utterly familiar features entered his field of