My clone invades all realms

"So, is this a test?" Roya looked at the old man wearing the Tengu mask and tilted his head slightly.

Urokodaki Sakonji silently watched Roya, his expression hidden behind the mask.

The boy's speed exceeded his expectations.

On the way down the mountain, I deliberately quickened my pace, and with each increase in speed, I paid attention to the movements of the boy behind me.

Whenever the opponent speeds up, I speed up too, but even so, the opponent still easily overtakes me.

Makomo, standing to the side, covered her mouth with her hand. She had barely caught a glimpse of what had happened in that instant, but her body was completely unable to react.

"Becoming a demon slayer isn't that simple." Urokodaki Sakonji's voice came from under his mask, carrying a deep, somber quality.

"Without the will to bear everything, one is not qualified to hold that knife."

"You still have power, right?" Roya wasn't interested in the so-called will the other party was talking about.

In Roya's view, those ethereal and intangible things were far less real than the power he held in his hands.

All he needs is power.

Urokodaki Sakonji noticed this.

The young man before me did not hide his desire for power; that pure pursuit was clearly visible in an old man who had lived for more than half a century.

He made no attempt to hide it.

Having already suffered enough in the pirate world, Roya no longer wanted to wear any disguise after arriving in this new world.

"Excessive pursuit of power will only lead you astray from the right path," Urokodaki Sakonji's voice became more forceful.

Throughout history, there have been many swordsmen who, driven by a thirst for power, chose to become demons.

Luo Ya pursed his lips.

If possible, becoming a ghost is indeed an option.

But the demons of this world fear sunlight and are controlled by Muzan.

This is not something Roya can accept.

The death of a clone will directly affect the original body.

Until a way to isolate this death feedback is found, Roya will not allow this clone to take any unnecessary risks.

Moreover, there is one more crucial reason.

Ghosts are so ugly.

"Power is everything." Roya didn't want to hear these sermons.

He took the axe from his waist.

This axe was brought from the house that was destroyed by ghosts. In this world overrun by ghosts, not having a weapon in hand always feels like something is missing.

"Let's try a different test," Roya said softly.

"If I win, you'll teach me the Breathing of Water. If I lose, I'll leave immediately."

Roya has absolute confidence in his physical abilities.

Urokodaki Sakonji remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

He waved to Makomo, who understood and nimbly leaped onto a nearby tree, finding a branch with a good view to sit on.

"If you lose, you don't have to leave," Urokodaki Sakonji said in a deep voice, "but you must stay here and listen attentively to all my teachings."

He was moved by the talent.

Someone like Roya, who possessed such a strong physical foundation before even learning breathing techniques, is an extremely important asset to the Demon Slayer Corps.

This reminded him of the Stone Pillar, Gyomei Himejima, from the Demon Slayer Corps.

That person was a monster in himself; the breathing technique was merely a tool to make him stronger.

"Okay!" Luo Ya readily agreed.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Luo Ya stomped his right foot on the ground.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, the ground exploded, and Roya's figure vanished from his original spot, reappearing in front of Urokodaki Sakonji the next moment.

This isn't some advanced technique; it's just high-speed movement resulting from pure physical explosiveness.

If this explosive power can be further enhanced, it may be able to approach the level of "Shave" in the Six Styles of the Navy.

However, Roya only had fragments of those techniques in his mind, lacking the most crucial connecting parts, so he couldn't fully implement them.

Facing Roja's powerful straight slash, Urokodaki Sakonji flipped his body backward to avoid the axe blade.

At the same time, he raised the knife in his hand, scabbard and all.

"Water Breathing - Second Form - Waterwheel!"

His body flipped in the air, and the sheathed wooden sword drew an arc, slashing upwards at Roya.

Luo Ya touched the ground with his toes and flipped his entire body upwards.

Dance music.

Urokodaki Sakon missed his target with his slash, landed firmly on his feet without pausing, and then exerted force with his feet again.

"Water Breathing - Third Form - Flowing Dance!"

His figure moved at high speed across the ground like flowing water, leaving a series of afterimages as his sword slashed at Roya in mid-air from all angles.

However, Roja's body was exceptionally agile in the air, dodging left and right, each somersault perfectly timed, causing all of Urokodaki Sakonji's attacks to miss.

Makomo, sitting in the tree, had a slight glint in her eyes.

"So beautiful."

If Urokodaki Sakonji's attacks are battlefield techniques of slaughter, each strike carries the decisiveness and momentum to slay demons.

So Luo Ya's movements were like a dance performed on a grand stage, even incorporating the iron-blooded aura from Urokodaki Sakonji's attack, adding a unique touch to this solo dance.

Makomo was quite engrossed in watching it.

Urokodaki Sakonji's heart grew heavier and heavier.

A fighting style never seen before.

This can't go on any longer.

"Water Breathing - Fourth Form - Tide of Strike!"

Urokodaki Sakonji changed his movement technique, unleashing a series of slashes that surged towards Roya like a tidal wave, blocking all of Roya's possible escape routes.

This time, Roya did not hide.

He flipped the axe in his hand and grinned.

Head-to-head.

"when!"

A loud metallic clang rang out.

Urokodaki Sakonji felt a tremendous force coming from the scabbard, and his body was sent flying backward uncontrollably.

He forcefully adjusted his posture in mid-air, slamming his feet heavily onto the trunk of a large tree behind him.

"Bang!"

"Creak!"

The thick tree trunk could not withstand the force, let out a mournful cry, and collapsed under the weight.

Without pausing for a moment, Urokodaki Sakonji used the reaction force to accelerate again, rushing towards Roya, who had just landed, like a cannonball.

His body spun rapidly in mid-air, his power layering up and all of it flowing into the sheathed longsword in his hand.

"The Breath of Water, the Form of Picking Up, the Flow of Life!"

This is a move from Water Breathing that becomes more powerful the more hits it has in a combo, and he is using it now as a finishing blow.

Luo Ya gripped the axe handle tightly with both hands, his legs slightly bent, the ground beneath his feet cracking inch by inch.

He didn't use any fancy techniques; he simply concentrated all his strength into one point and charged towards Urokodaki Sakonji.

This is the final chapter of the dance.

"when!!!"

A deafening roar, louder than ever before, exploded out.

Two figures passed each other.

Urokodaki Sakonji knelt on the ground, his breathing becoming rapid beneath his mask.

Roya's speed and strength were so terrifying that he even suspected for a moment that the other party might be a ghost disguised as a human.

If he hadn't sensed no ghostly aura from the other party, he would have already drawn his sword.

"Smack."

With a soft crack, the wooden scabbard in his hand could no longer withstand the pressure and shattered, scattering wood fragments all over the ground.

Urokodaki Sakonji's lips twitched slightly, but unexpectedly, it was the scabbard that gave out first.