Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

There were no extra techniques, and the movements weren't particularly flashy, but they were incredibly fast.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the demon's arm in an instant, and the intense pain forced it to retreat violently.

But in Kiyokawa Izumi's eyes, this action seemed to be slowed down infinitely.

Gripping the hilt of his Nichirin Blade tightly, Kiyokawa Izumi strode forward without the slightest hesitation, as if he had made up his mind.

"Aaaaaah... Damn it! My hand! How could this be... Damn it!"

The demon roared as if it had lost its mind, and even seemed to be showing some fear.

Some inexplicable change occurred in this weak human being.

Like a wild beast cornered with nowhere to retreat, it has no choice but to bare its fangs and fight to the death.

Kiyokawa Izumi remained silent, but his hands moved swiftly.

The simple, unadorned strikes seemed to draw upon the full power of the entire body.

Sharp and decisive, the neck of the evil spirit was cleanly severed. The ugly head drew a desolate arc in the air. The head and torso were completely separated at this moment. Its pupils suddenly dilated, leaving behind resentment and disbelief.

How resentful and shameful it is to be killed by humans who are seen as prey.

The moment the head hit the ground, it was like a piece of paper on fire; in less than a breath, it had already turned to ashes.

Kiyokawa Izumi staggered and almost fell to the ground, his right hand gripping the Nichirin Blade tightly, the hilt already soaked with sweat, accompanied by the sound of him panting heavily.

My feelings at this moment are extremely complicated—I feel fortunate and excited, but I feel no sympathy for the evil spirits.

Kiyokawa Izumi is not someone who is overly compassionate.

"Can an ordinary person like me really kill a demon?"

"Me?"

He thought to himself.

It's no wonder he was so surprised. Although he was a time traveler, he was just an ordinary person who had never seen blood in his previous life.

To him, slaying demons with a Nichirin Blade was already a miracle.

My mindset changed subtly, but frustration followed.

The demon that was defeated with a desperate gamble and all its might was neither the Upper Moon nor the Lower Moon.

On the contrary, it is very small and weak, and probably has never even been eaten by many people.

Thinking about this, I can't help but feel a little disappointed and amused.

When the battle ended, the previously ignored pain reappeared.

His once handsome face suddenly contorted with bulging veins, and his expression became distorted.

It hurts!

A burning pain shot through my shoulder, as if my skin was being torn apart.

At this moment, his aching arm was so bad that he couldn't even lift it.

Kiyokawa Izumi is hardly a tough guy. In his previous life, he would probably be on his way to the hospital in this situation.

My teeth were chattering, and a feeling of hunger was rising in my stomach.

His body was sending warning signals that everything was nearing its limit.

"There probably aren't many transmigrators as disheveled as me, are there?"

"System, make a sound!"

His forehead and eye sockets throbbed with pain. After kneeling on the ground to catch his breath, he finally had the leisure to study his cheat system.

There's not much to say about the system; it's practically an artificial idiot.

During the battle just now, his eyes seemed to have changed—this was probably the three-tomoe Sharingan that the system rewarded him with.

To be honest, it's inexplicably abstract.

In a world without ninjutsu, giving him a Sharingan would be of great use.

Insight, copying, and illusion are the basic abilities of the Sharingan.

"First, let's talk about perception. During the battle just now, I didn't see through the demon's meridians and chakra flow... That makes sense... It would be abnormal for a demon to have chakra."

"But its movements are as if they're in slow motion; it can see through fast-moving objects and predict their movements?"

Is it essentially a manifestation of dynamic vision and nerve speed response?

"Simply put, it's slow motion, but this seems to be my current limit. In the future, perhaps I can predict the next movement based on subtle changes in the muscles?"

Kiyokawa Izumi frowned slightly, mentally analyzing how much power the nerfed Sharingan still had.

As for the ability to copy—copying ninjutsu is something that's absolutely impossible to do, no matter what.

But breathing techniques and swordsmanship might be feasible.

In addition, it may have an additional deterrent effect.

The demon he had just stared at clearly lost his focus for a moment; this ability is probably useless against a powerful demon.

As for illusions and such... without chakra, they'd probably only have a weak hypnotic or suggestive effect... which wouldn't even work on humans with strong willpower, let alone on demons.

In conclusion, saying that it's useless is definitely nonsense.

But such a cheat is definitely not as useful as directly rewarding someone with the Breath of the Sun.

"call--"

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Qingchuan Quan touched his eye sockets and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Even though it's a stripped-down version, will it really be without any side effects?"

"Perhaps it's not chakra that's being consumed, but rather physical strength and energy."

Even after just a brief battle, I felt a dull ache in my brain and eye sockets.

With continued use, severe headaches, dizziness, vomiting, and even temporary blindness are probably unavoidable.

What I fear most is going blind.

However, whether it will lead to blindness is currently unknown.

Just then, a faint sound came from the woods.

Kiyokawa Izumi's expression changed slightly. He forced himself to stand up and silently prayed.

It can't be a ghost!

Stop messing around!

Hopefully, it's another swordsman participating in the selection process passing by.

"Blood...it tastes like blood!"

A demon with a long, protruding tongue emerged from the forest, its yearning and greedy gaze meeting Kiyokawa Izumi's.

In that instant, Kiyokawa Izumi's heart truly sank to the bottom.

Here we go again!

Could you give him some time to rest?

The wounds hadn't been treated in time, and the remaining bloodstains constantly emitted an enticing smell, attracting the surrounding evil spirits like hungry wolves.

There are no trustworthy companions, and no reliable backers to rely on.

Kiyokawa Izumi really wanted to curse out loud—what era are we living in? Still using this kind of trick? This damn Demon Slayer Corps, can't they come up with a gentler selection method?

"It's blood! It's blood!"

The suddenly appearing demon became agitated. Its height was about the same as that of a normal adult man, but its limbs were unusually twisted. It crawled on the ground in a bizarre manner and pounced on Kiyokawa Izumi without any sense of reason.

It's another battle with no way out.

There is no choice but to fight or die.

Kiyokawa Izumi forced himself to stand up, pushing his body to its limits. He knew very well that pain and fatigue were not reasons for him to give up.

During physical education classes, students can use the excuse of being very tired to slow down their running speed.

When you're an adult and going to work, you can use the excuse that you're very tired to convince yourself to temporarily put down what you're doing.

But when faced with a man-eating demon, the reason never existed in the first place.