My clone invades all realms

The journey, which originally took a whole day, was compressed by Luo Ya into one-third of it.

The surrounding woodland landscape had changed; a sea of ​​purple flowers had replaced the monotonous green, and only then did Roya stop in her tracks.

Purple petals danced in the air, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

Luo Ya put Makomo down from his shoulder, placed his hands on his knees, and breathed heavily. It took him a moment to stand up completely.

"Sprinting such a long distance does require a lot of physical strength."

As soon as the words were spoken, two figures emerged from the depths of the wisteria flower sea.

They were two girls and boys who looked exactly alike and had identical hairstyles, the only difference being that one had white hair and the other had black hair.

"Welcome, both of you. You are the candidates for this election."

The girl spoke first, her voice flat and her face bearing a standard smile.

"Yes." Makomo took a step forward and responded to the two with her signature gentle smile.

"Please follow us, we will lead the way for you," the white-haired girl said, her smile no different from the previous one.

Royal looked the two of them over a few times.

That smile was almost identical to the fake smile that Roa had practiced repeatedly in the world of One Piece.

Luo Ya suddenly felt playful, so he stepped forward and pinched the cheek of the white-haired girl on his left.

It feels very soft, but its body temperature is rather cool.

"If someone bullies you, will you go home and cry to your mother?"

The white-haired girl was like an exquisite doll, letting Luo Ya pinch her face without any reaction from her body, and the smile on her face did not change in the slightest.

"Aya-kun, you can't bully children." Makomo quickly stepped forward and pulled Roya's hand away.

"Just pure curiosity," Roya shrugged indifferently.

The two people acted as if nothing had happened and gestured for them to proceed.

Please come with us.

Countless wisteria blossoms drifted down from the wisteria trees lining both sides of the road in the gentle breeze.

"It's so beautiful." Makomo exclaimed sincerely, "I've heard that ghosts hate wisteria flowers. Ghosts won't go near places where wisteria flowers are."

The black-haired boy walking in front turned his head and explained calmly, "Yes, the entire outer area of ​​this mountain is covered with wisteria flowers."

Another white-haired girl turned her head and added, "And inside the mountains, there are only evil spirits that have been captured alive."

"The final test method is very simple: as long as you can survive on this mountain for seven days, you will pass."

"To become a full-fledged Demon Slayer in the Demon Slayer Corps."

"That sounds tough." Makomo stuck out her tongue playfully, then turned to look at Roya: "You'll protect me, right, Roya?"

"Don't worry." Roya grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

The group reached the true entrance to the mountain, where two enormous red pillars formed a magnificent gate.

At this moment, there is no one else in sight.

"You two can rest here. The selection will officially begin tonight," the white-haired girl said to Roya and Makomo.

"Okay." Roya nodded without being polite and led Makomo directly to a huge wisteria tree, where he sat cross-legged and placed his sheathed longsword horizontally on his knees.

Makomo took out some prepared dry rations from her backpack: "Want some, ya?"

Luo Ya casually picked up a rice ball, took a big bite, but his mind was already immersed in the knowledge that had suddenly appeared in his mind.

A swordsman's insights?

The training method described in this manual is very straightforward: high-intensity arm training combined with continuous sword swinging.

That intensity was several times more intense than the training arranged by Urokodaki Sakonji.

If this were in the real world, and an ordinary person were to try it, their muscles and bones would probably completely collapse halfway through the training.

Only those with monstrous physical abilities in the world of One Piece can withstand this level of extremely high-intensity training.

The notes also include detailed explanations of the moves, as well as scattered notes about "Iron Slash" and "Flying Slash".

From Roja's current perspective, this swordsman's insights are not actually top-notch.

Its core is fixed sword moves, with each move having strict rules.

This is completely different from Zoro in the One Piece world. Zoro cultivates a state of mind, and every move he makes belongs entirely to him; it is an extension of his personal will.

Those who learn from others live, those who imitate others die; Luo Ya strongly agrees with this statement.

However, Roya also knew that he did not have Zoro's level of talent, and it was basically impossible for him to become a top swordsman by relying on his comprehension.

There is only one path that Roya can take.

"Learn from the strengths of many, and then forge your own path."

The current situation is that we learn whatever is available, since there aren't many options to choose from.

If he has the chance in the future, Roya would like to learn and see the other breathing techniques and sword moves of the swordsmen in this world.

The swordsman's manual in his hand contains five moves, which are of great help to him at the moment.

Azure, waves, tides, light and shadow, ecology.

These are the names of the five moves in this complete set of sword techniques.

"I won't compete with Giyu Tomioka for the position of the water column. With this, I can make a name for myself as a 'sea column' someday."

Yellow rubber shoes, capri pants, professional mage Liu Haizhu.

Luo Ya's thoughts inexplicably drifted off course for a moment.

Soon, Luo Ya brought his thoughts back and began to re-understand the five moves.

There's no time to practice now, but that's okay. Once we get into the mountains, there will be plenty of ghosts to practice on.

As Roya's mind became completely absorbed.

Luo Ya's understanding of those five moves gradually began to take shape.

As time passed, the sun, which had been high in the sky, gradually sank towards the western mountains.

At the entrance to Wisteria Mountain, other people began to appear one after another.

Night fell.

The two boys and girls with black and white hair, dressed in kimonos, stood once again in front of the entrance gate.

The newly arrived candidates all bore injuries, more or less; their expressions were fierce, and their eyes were fixed on what lay ahead.

The two teenagers spoke in completely synchronized tones.

"Thank you all for coming to the Demon Slayer Corps' final selection tonight."

The white-haired girl continued, "In this Wisteria Mountain, demons captured alive by the demon-slaying swordsmen are imprisoned."

The black-haired boy immediately added, "But the ghost can't leave here because the entire mountain is surrounded by wisteria flowers that ghosts hate."

The white-haired girl continued, "But in front of this door, there will no longer be the protection of wisteria flowers, and ghosts may appear at any time."

The black-haired boy said, "If you can survive here for seven days, that will be the qualification for the final selection."

The two spoke in unison again, their voices devoid of any emotion.

"Then, everyone, may you have a safe journey."

Luo Ya stood up and dusted himself off.

Makomo, standing beside him, also wore a serious expression.

"Let's go."