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When a child is growing up, it is often different every day.

Four years later, Mirai Hanyu's body was like a spring bud, and in the blink of an eye he was taller than Jigoro Kuwashima.

Hanyu Mirai's hair was almost waist-length, but suddenly one day, Kuwashima Jigoro came over with a pair of scissors to help him cut his hair shorter.

"It's time to be a teacher, in the future." Sangshima Jigoro stroked his hair slowly with his rough hands, "I have nothing to teach you. Only real combat and fighting with evil spirits can improve your strength."

Mirai Hanyu felt that his long black hair had been cut off in a rustle, and the long black hair fell to the ground in sections.

"Let's go to Vine Attack Mountain for assessment."

Kuwashima Jigoro helped him cut his long hair to the neck bit by bit, making his whole person look more neat and tidy.

During the four years of getting along, he watched Hanyu grow bigger and bigger in the future, from a little bean to the boy he is now.

Witnessed that Hanyu Mirai perfected the swordsmanship of Thunder Breath bit by bit.

He can proudly say that unless Hanyu Mirai meets Twelve Kizuki, ordinary low-level ghosts can't stand him.

Mirai Hanyu was wearing a dark blue haori with a Japanese Japanese sword pinned to his waist.He just brought some money and dry food, and went to Fuji Mountain alone.

Before leaving, he looked back at Jigoro Kuwashima standing on the steps of the path.

"I'll be back soon, master."

Sang Dao Ci Wulang said with a smile: "Go early and come back early."

There are wisteria flowers in full bloom all over the mountains and fields, the beautiful scene is like a dream. It is hard for ordinary people to imagine that there are countless evil spirits on such a beautiful mountain.

Hanyu Mirai climbed to the end of the steps, and at a glance, there were at least 20 young swordsmen in their teens with Japanese swords pinned to their waists.No one spoke, and the air was filled with nervous tension.

Mirai Hanyu quietly stood in the corner, listening to two girls not much older than him explain the rules of the assessment.

The assessment rules of the Ghost Killing Team are very simple. As long as you persist in the mountain full of evil spirits for seven days and survive without incident, you can pass the final selection.

The two girls with similar looks bowed slightly, "Then, let's start with the final choice."

As soon as Hanyu Mirai entered the mountain, he distanced himself from the others.Go straight to the tree, jumping quickly on various branches.

If you want to live in the mountains for seven days, the first thing to consider is the base.It is impossible to not even have a shelter in seven days. Comparing endurance with evil spirits is the worst choice.

Mirai Hanyu found an open and sunny place and used it as a base.

He lurked in the forest for two days, during which he did not see any evil spirits.Mirai Hanyu vaguely felt that something was wrong, the assessment of the Demon Slayer Team should not be so simple.

Except when he was looking for the base on the first day, he deliberately hid his whereabouts.On the second night, he lay in ambush for four weeks and did not see any evil spirits.

If it goes on like this...wouldn't it be cheating, not even being able to kill a ghost...completely failing to show the results of four years of cultivation.

If Grandpa finds out, I'm afraid he will knock out several high-rise buildings on his head.

During the daytime of the third day, Hanyu Miku rested on a branch of a tree holding the Hikari Saber.

At dusk, the moonlight completely replaces the sun.Mirai Hanyu pinned the Japanese sword on his waist, left the safe shelter, and jumped nimbly on the branches of the tree.

Mirai Hanyu clearly found that the breath of evil spirits around him had decreased by one-third compared to the first day, and the unique stench of evil spirits had disappeared a lot.

What happened?

"Ch..."

Hanyu Miku heard a slight sound.

He turned his head and looked back, only to see a ghost hiding among the leaves, only showing a pair of scarlet eyes.

When the evil spirit saw that Hanyu Miku had spotted him, he jumped down from the sky without hesitation, "Meat, meat! I haven't eaten meat for a long time!"

Hanyu Mirai was surprised to find that the ferocious evil spirit in front of him did not have any threatening power, as long as he pulled out the knife, he could easily cut off the evil spirit's head.

It's completely different from the malice I felt from Oni Wu Tsuji.

The evil spirit in front of him was too weak, much worse than the evil spirits he had encountered before, and he couldn't even raise his heart of awe.

Under the dark blue haori, Hanyu Mirai slightly pushed away the Hikari Knife with the thumb of his left hand.As long as the evil spirit gets closer to him, his sun wheel knife will cut off the head directly.

"hiss--"

Mirai Hanyu breathed slightly, and the endless thunder and lightning breath was ready to go at any time.

The tip of the nose suddenly smelled the clean smell of the gurgling stream.

I saw a boy with flesh-colored hair descending from the sky like a god.

"Water Breathing Four Shapes Hitting the Tide!"

The sword moves are beautiful and graceful, and the water surface raised by the sun wheel knife is smooth and neat, and the posture of flowing water is just like the ukiyo-e painted by Katsushika Hokusai, everything is gorgeous and incredible.

The sun wheel knife rose and fell, and cut off the head of the evil spirit in an instant.The evil ghost didn't even have the speed to react, its head fell to the ground and rolled several times, and its body was already showing signs of collapse.

"Hey?"

Hanyu Mirai was stunned for a moment, the sun wheel knife that popped out of his thumb was not pulled out, nor was it inserted back.

I just feel that the script is different from what I imagined, and the person who slashed and killed ghosts has become someone else in the blink of an eye.

The boy with flesh-colored hair stood where he was. He swung the Sun Wheel Knife to drive away the non-existent blood, and slowly inserted it back into the scabbard.

The scarred fox mask turned to look at him, "Don't be easily distracted during the battle, and now you are on the battlefield."

He only left one sentence, his white coat danced lightly, and he hurried to the next direction.

Hanyu Mirai stood there blankly, watching the evil spirit's body collapse into ashes, unable to utter a word.

He gave up his original shelter and went back and forth in the forest looking for evil spirits to hunt and kill.

But the number of evil spirits who committed suicide was obviously less than ten, Hanyu Mirai gradually realized that there were fewer and fewer evil spirits on the mountain.

Occasionally, I met swordsmen who were also exams, and heard about the heroic deeds of the flesh-colored boy from their mouths.

No matter how many days had passed since the final selection, the boy with flesh-colored hair never stopped killing evil spirits.Many swordsmen were saved because of the boy's actions.

The ghostly aura gradually disappearing from Fuji Shishan probably became the soul of the boy who died under the sword.

I heard from a swordsman who was rescued by the boy that the boy with flesh-colored hair was named Satu.

Mirai Hanyu thought in amazement that there are actually people in this world who would use human bodies to fight protracted battles with evil spirits.