Chapter 47 Demon Slaying (Part One)

The five named disciples, each with their own characteristics.

The eldest disciple, Agatsuma Zenitsu, a timid blondie, his ideal is to be a peaceful salted fish that doesn't have to fight demons, good at housework.

The second disciple, Kamado Tanjiro, a hard-headed radish, mature and strong-willed, his skull development is different from ordinary people.

The third disciple, Shinazugawa Genya, a small 'unhappy', easily angered, eager to succeed.

The fourth disciple, Hashibira Inosuke, a violent piggy, with sharp senses and agile movements, he can detect dangers that others can't.

The fifth disciple, Tsuyuri Kanao, a silent girl, quiet and peaceful, with a very low presence.

Sweeping over everyone, Jon reached into his 'four-dimensional pocket'.

'Plop'.

The specially made wristbands and vests fell heavily to the ground.

He opened his mouth and said, "Put them on."

Zenitsu and Tanjiro were the most obedient.

Whatever big brother Jon says, they do.

Tsuyuri Kanao hesitated for a second, and obediently joined the two.

Piggy and Shinazugawa Genya were very unwilling in their hearts, but they were helpless against the stronger force.

In the end, they honestly put on the heavy equipment.

Jon nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good, let's set off."

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Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles.

Traveling ten thousand miles is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles with a load!

Jon and Ubuyashiki Kagaya greeted each other early.

After notifying the mustached housekeeper, he led everyone out of the mansion's big door and went straight north.

The load was heavy, weighing tens of kilograms.

After not even two hours of walking, the five little ones couldn't hold on any longer.

Zenitsu and Tanjiro collapsed on the ground.

Sweat was pouring down Tsuyuri Kanao's pale forehead.

Even Inosuke, who had the best physique, was panting heavily, looking completely drained.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Jon clapped his hands.

"Now, empty your mind, exhale, inhale, inhale..."

Unlike the nine Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, Zenitsu and the others hadn't even mastered the constant full concentration, they had to start from scratch.

Following the voice of the mentor, several people began to breathe in and out.

Except for Shinazugawa Genya.

"Damn it!"

The little 'unhappy' clenched his fists.

Because of his naturally poor physique, he couldn't use the breathing technique at all.

Jon saw this, but didn't say much.

Waiting for Zenitsu and Tanjiro and the others to fall into the profound state of self-forgetfulness.

He walked to a distance and waved to Shinazugawa Genya, "Come here."

"What a bother."

Although he said so, Shinazugawa Genya still reluctantly went over.

Jon pondered for a moment and said, "Your physique is not suitable for practicing Ripple Qigong."

"I know!" Shinazugawa Genya glared, "You don't need to remind me!"

'Bang!'

Jon didn't hesitate to give this rebellious teenager a knock on the head.

"Speak properly, don't be aggressive."

Shinazugawa Genya, covering his head, gritted his teeth, looking like a hedgehog who dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak.

After a few seconds of silence, Jon spoke lightly, "Although you can't learn Ripple Qigong, I can teach you something else."

Hearing this, Shinazugawa Genya was taken aback.

"Something else?"

"If you can't go the warrior route, you can only be an assassin... What I mean is, find the weak point, one hit one kill!"

Jon's expression was solemn, "Avoiding head-on combat is the most suitable fighting style for you, you should think about it."

Shinazugawa Genya frowned deeply.

Jon didn't urge him.

After a long while, the little 'unhappy' took a deep breath and bowed respectfully.

"Please teach me!"

So it's true, children who understand manners are likable.

Jon smiled and said, "Then you should cut off your left ring finger first."

Shinazugawa Genya: ????

"Don't look at me like that, I'm just joking with you."

The people of this world really can't understand the charm of sleeve swords.

Jon coughed lightly.

"In any case, I'll start by teaching you the most basic body techniques, watch carefully, and learn well."

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The following few days were fulfilling yet dull.

Tanjiro and the others were practicing Ripple Qigong like their lives depended on it.

Shinazugawa Genya was frantically practicing 'Soru' from 'Marine's Rokushiki'.

The 'legendary level' rose again.

Jon happily received the 'Ripple Breathing Technique. Water'.

Similar to the 'Ripple Breathing Technique. Wind', the new Ripple Breathing Technique allowed him to control water with energy.

With a thought, he could stir up a hundred-foot wave.

Jon: I get it, the essence of Ripple Qigong is training!

They headed north.

The six of them finally left the mountain area and arrived at a certain town.

The town was bustling.

Zenitsu stared at Jon with wide eyes, "Big Brother."

Jon corrected, "Call me mentor."

"Mentor, we haven't had a hot meal in many days."

Zenitsu squeezed out a smile and tentatively said, "Can we..."

"No."

Jon shook his head and counter-questioned, "Do you really want to become stronger, or do you want to be a salted fish?"

"I am Agatsuma Zenitsu, my biggest dream is to live a peaceful life and die with a smile in a warm bed. Becoming stronger or something..."

Facing Jon's half-smiling gaze, Zenitsu shivered.

"Of course... of course, it's to become stronger!"

"Oh, then you keep trying."

Jon waved to the others, "Let's go, I'm treating today, order whatever you want."

Zenitsu was stunned, his expression incredibly blank.

By the time he came back to his senses, Jon and the others had already walked far awaw leaving him alone.

"Big brother, wait for me!"

In order to temper their will, Jon didn't use his personal space along the way, but chose to survive in the wilderness in a proper manner.

After wandering around the town, Jon found a decent-looking shop.

He originally wanted to treat his disciples to a big meal.

As a result, he was told that they were temporarily closed.

A peddler on the roadside saw this and kindly reminded, "This warrior sir, Yoshida-san stopped doing business half a month ago."

Jon, who was mistaken for a warrior, blinked his eyes.

"Why?"

The peddler was quite talkative and truthfully said, "I heard that Yoshida-san has nightmares every night, dreaming of a black shadow staring straight at him. Tsk tsk, he looks so haggard, he's changed in less than half a month, it's quite scary to look at."

Nightmare?

Black shadow?

This is a typical haunting.

Jon nodded in thanks.

"Thank you for the information."

Turning his head, he looked at Tanjiro and the others.

"Let's go, it's time to test your combat abilities."

At the same time, at Yoshida's house.

"I've prepared the 'sacrifice' for you as agreed, why won't you let me go!" Yoshida Taro held his head in pain, "Please, stop bothering me!"

In front of him, there was a half-piece of pitch-black iron mirror.

A ghastly ghost face emerged from the iron mirror.

"I need ten more, I'm not full yet."

Ten more?

Yoshida Taro growled in a low voice, "You didn't say that before!"

"Hehe." The ghost face smirked, "After eating ten more, I will leave, I promise."

Yoshida Taro showed a regretful expression and didn't speak for a long time.

The demon face took the opportunity to tempt, "With ten more, you will return to a peaceful life. And I will leave forever."

Hearing this, Yoshida Taro unconsciously swallowed.

He nodded shakily.

"It's a deal!"

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