Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Just a few breaths later, Kiyokawa Izumi almost lost control of his temper—it has to be admitted that not all trainers can compare to the two retired pillars.

The system for training and selecting new talent is far too crude.

There are quite a few people who are just pretending to be something they're not.

Do some breeders think that sending someone over to do a perfunctory job counts as completing the task?

If they fail the selection process or die during it, it's not their fault.

With those eyes and swordsmanship far surpassing that of others, he could see many things.

It can be seen whether the trainer is dedicated to teaching the students and whether the trainees have undergone rigorous training.

Take some young swordsmen, for example. They grip the hilt of their swords tightly with both hands, not knowing what to do. They hesitate when they swing their swords. They swing their swords thousands of times a day, repeating this for years. Over time, this is enough to form muscle memory.

Why are you so hesitant and at a loss now?

The trainers didn't put their heart into training, and the trainees' daily training was extremely perfunctory.

Even if such a guy manages to pass the selection, he will die in a mission; ordinary evil spirits are enough to kill him.

As dissatisfaction was repeatedly raised, some people naturally showed resentment, but dared not voice their objections.

Others, however, visibly breathed a sigh of relief and left without the slightest hesitation.

"Water Breathing: Complete Collection!"

"First Form: Water Surface Slash!"

The bluish tip of the blade swept past him as Kiyokawa Izumi easily grasped Tanjiro's wrist, applying slight pressure. Glancing at his calloused hand, she felt a sense of relief.

At least, the protagonist's training was not compromised.

The training of the former Water Column was also very effective.

"I reminded you last time we parted not to neglect your practice of Hinokami Kagura, do you remember?"

"certainly!"

With his wrist grabbed, Tanjiro instinctively said, "I practice every night. It seems to be a special breathing technique, but strangely, I can't use it..."

"You're not a genius like Yoriichi Tsugikuni, how could you possibly master Sun Breathing so easily?"

Kiyokawa Izumi, who was inwardly complaining, didn't explain anything, but simply said calmly.

"Passed! Go wait in the back!"

Kiyokawa Izumi's standards for judgment were not set very high—even Tanjiro's sword-wielding movements were not perfect and still had some unnecessary movements.

The reason we agreed to let him participate in the subsequent selection was not because he was the main character.

Although Tanjiro is still very weak, his strength is already enough to deal with the demons in Fujikasane Mountain.

You won't lose your life for nothing after going into the mountains.

This standard is already as low as it can get.

Even so, more than 80% of aspiring swordsmen still fail to pass the test.

Just then, a faint, thunderous roar seemed to ring in their ears—Zenitsu, half asleep and half awake, drew his Nichirin Blade and charged toward Kiyokawa Izumi at incredible speed.

"Thunder Breathing, First Form: Thunderclap Flash!"

This speed shocked many people present—how could it be so fast?

Is this the improvement that comes from mastering breathing techniques?

"A very good cut!"

An even more unbelievable scene unfolded: even at this speed, the young swordsman in the black haori still hadn't drawn his Nichirin Blade—was this what they called a Pillar?

This power was unforgettable for everyone present.

He casually knocked out the half-asleep Zenitsu, then looked at the last person—Kanao—who bowed slightly to him, clearly taking his earlier words as an order.

They launched an attack on him without holding back at all.

Flower Breathing, Fifth Form: Fruitless Peony!

Like petals in full bloom, the Nichirin Blade in his hand had become a series of afterimages, with thrusts appearing from multiple directions simultaneously, falling precisely in his sight.

Its shape is like a phantom, converging at a single point.

Despite her quiet and reserved nature, the girl doesn't hesitate to take action when she gets going.

With this level of strength, Kiyokawa Izumi even felt that even if she were the one to encounter the Hand Demon, nothing would go wrong.

"pass!"

Kiyokawa Izumi used the scabbard to block the girl's attack, and said something as he did so.

"Those of you who have passed the test can proceed to the next round of selection. What you need to do is very simple: kill five evil spirits or survive for seven days."

In his view, killing three or five evil spirits would be enough to pass the selection.

The threshold doesn't need to be set so high. Having the ability to deal with ordinary evil spirits is enough, and those with talent will stand out in subsequent training.

Looking at the ravens circling in the sky, he twitched his lips slightly. He had brought so many, but he really didn't need them.

"As for those who can't pass the test, sending them to participate in the selection is just suicide."

"More than half of the swordsmen must be dismissed, and their trainers should also be punished accordingly. This is extremely irresponsible and perfunctory."

"There's also a small group, somewhere between being able to pass and not being able to... Those with a certain level of strength can handle one evil spirit, but if it's two or three, they're certain to die."

"These people could actually be organized and provided with better trainers to serve as replacements for the Demon Slayer Corps."