Demon Slayer: Swordsmith, Ryujin Jakka scares everyone to tears

There was only one day left before the duel.

Xuan Mi had already waited at Xin Yi's door on time.

Dong Dong.

Xuan Mi knocked on the door twice.

After a while, the door was opened.

Xin Yi appeared in front of Xuan Mi.

"Master." Xuan Mi smiled happily.

"ah……"

Xin Yi opened his mouth, as if he was about to speak, but also as if he was dozing off.

Xuan Mi could not see Xin Yi's expression behind the fire man's mask.

"Master, I am not here early, am I?"

Xin Yi's reaction made Xuan Mi confused

"Oh, you are about to duel with your stinky-faced brother, right? Hahaha, I remember, I remember."

After saying that, Xin Yi yawned.

Xin Yi's lying skills... really, very ordinary.

This kind of cover-up can't even fool the underage Xuan Mi.

"Master must have been overworked recently and didn't get enough rest. Don't worry, I'll wait for Master to get enough rest first."

I can't believe that Xuan Mi, who is usually irritable, has such high emotional intelligence when facing his master.

Xin Yi is quite satisfied with this apprentice.

"Ha! It's okay, let's get started."

Xin Yi took Xuan Mi to the yard.

In the middle of the yard were two anvils used for forging.

Xin Yi pointed to one of the anvils and asked,"Do you think you can split this anvil?"

Xuan Mi's eyes widened, unable to believe his ears

"Master is saying, chop, chop this? ? No, no, definitely not!"

Xuan Mi shook his head. How is this possible? Even with the Zanpakutō forged by Master, it is impossible to do it. Although, Zanpakutō once easily cut off the Nichirin Sword. But what is in front of us is an anvil that has been tempered thousands of times! This hardness cannot be compared with ten or even a hundred Nichirin Swords!

"Then do you think you can defeat the Wind Pillar?"Xin smiled.

Xuan Mi continued to shake his head.

"The difficulty of these two tasks is actually similar. As long as you can split the anvil today, you can defeat the wind pillar tomorrow."

What?! You must split this thing today?!

Xuan Mi's ambition for so many days was all gone in an instant.

This... is simply impossible to do.

Xin Yi didn't care about Xuan Mi's expression, but continued to ask:

"What do you think is the most important thing for a swordsman to maximize his ability?"

Although Xuan Mi already felt hopeless.

However, looking at Xin Yi's serious eyes, Xuan Mi did not dare to neglect it.

He could only bite the bullet and think about it.

"Is it a weapon?"Xuan Mi tried to answer.

Xin Yi shook his head.

"It’s… breathing technique!"

"Although it is very close, it is not a breathing method."Xin Yi stretched out his right palm,"I will only demonstrate it once, you watch."

Xuan Mi focused his attention.

He did not dare to say anything, for fear of missing anything.

The moment Xin Yi stretched out his right palm.

Xuan Mi only felt a gust of wind passing by him, and then stayed in Xin Yi's palm.

When Xuan Mi recovered.

There was a knife on Xin Yi's palm.

This knife looked very familiar!

Xuan Mi quickly touched his waist.

On his waist, one of the two scabbards... was empty! The one that appeared in Xin Yi's palm was one of the knives in Hua Tian Kuang's bone.——"Flower Day"！

"The most important thing for a swordsman is his will."

Xin Yi looked at Hua Tian in his hand affectionately, as if he was looking at an old friend who had been reunited after a long absence.

"The so-called breathing method was originally used to help low-level swordsmen concentrate. But for a true master, even breathing is forgotten."

"Thoughts are the source of all energy"

"When the mind is focused and strong enough…"

"Not only the opponent, but even the knife will melt"

"An ordinary Sun Blade is just a tool, it can only carry thoughts to the greatest extent possible."

"Zanpakuto…"

"It is the product of thought!"

Xin Yi raised Hua Tian with his right hand and pointed the tip of the knife at the sky.

The sun hanging high in the sky seemed to begin to dim.

"As long as you can resonate with them"

"Can split anything!"

"Just like this!!"

After he finished speaking,

Xin Yi swung his right arm downwards.

Bang!

One of the anvils exploded!

Dust filled the air.

When he calmed down and saw the anvil again, it had split into two!

Xuan Mi was shocked at this time, like a puppet, nailed to the spot.

He had seen swordsmen who split towering trees.

He had also seen team members who split boulders.

However, he had never seen anyone split such a thick anvil.

What's more... the knife that Xin Yi just swung was too light!

It can be said that it was effortless!

What if he used all his strength...

Xuan Mi didn't dare to think about it, and stared blankly at his master wearing a fire man mask.

"From now on, it's up to you."

Xin Yi inserted Hua Tian into the ground and left with his hands behind his back.

Xuan Mi was left alone in the courtyard.

…………

Ten times!

One hundred times!

One thousand times!

The sun set over the mountains.

The moonlight began to spread.

Xuan Mi's whole body was soaked with sweat.

Xuan Mi looked at the Zanpakutō in his hand.

The Zanpakutō was really hard.

He had swung the knife at the anvil thousands of times, and there was nothing unusual.

Unfortunately,

Xuan Mi's knuckles had cracked.

The pain began to distract him.

Time was running out.

Anxiety also began to incite him.

Splitting the anvil... was it really possible...

If he hadn't seen Xin Yi do it with his own eyes, Xuan Mi might have given up long ago.

It was too painful.

A thousand attempts, a thousand failures.

Every failure was a disappointment, until his heart began to numb.

Xuan Mi's physical strength was already overdrawn.

He knelt on the ground. He lowered his head and looked at the Zanpakutō in his hand.

The blood oozing from the knuckles stuck to the handle.

An idea came to his mind.

Although this pair of Zanpakutō is very hard.

If they had consciousness, they would have been in more pain than me after being slashed a thousand times... The moment this thought came to mind, the blades of the two knives also flashed.

"Master said that we should resonate with them!"

Resonance!"

Xuan Mi seemed to have figured something out.

He stood up again.

Enduring the pain.

Once!

Two times!

Ten times!

At the eleventh time, he stopped the action in his hand.

A smile appeared on Xuan Mi's face.

It turned out that with every previous chop, Hua Tian Kuang Gu was constantly reminding himself.

Either the handle of the knife was shaking slightly, or the humming sound of the blade was not pure.

The ten attempts that followed confirmed his guess.

He wanted to treat his Zanpakutō as a friend, as a master, and even... as himself!

Xuan Mi closed his eyes and raised his Zanpakutō again.

"I will transform my body into a sharp blade!"

"Hua Tian Kuang Gu!"

"Cut it off! Defeat him!"

Xuan Mi fiercely swung out the eleventh blow...

This blow was the same as Xin Yi's.

Bang!

The anvil exploded around it, stirring up a cloud of dust.

However, for Xuan Mi, this moment was surprisingly quiet.

The whole night, the whole world, seemed to be silent. It was not until the dust settled that

Xuan Mi regained consciousness.

He looked up.

A red crack opened in the middle of the anvil in front of him.

It was as if it was cut by flames.

He succeeded!