Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

"Imitate first, then innovate, and finally surpass!"

Unfazed by the old man's serious tone, Kiyokawa Izumi frankly expressed her true feelings.

It's not shameful to imitate a powerful swordsman; he was ultimately too young and too inexperienced.

Without the decades of accumulation of his predecessor, the Water Pillar, and without Muichiro's terrifying talent.

Only by learning from and imitating him can he become stronger quickly.

Please advise!

Unwilling to let go of this rare opportunity, Kiyokawa Izumi gripped her Nichirin Blade tightly and launched another fierce attack, enduring her physical discomfort.

Even Urokodaki Sakonji, who wasn't very optimistic about him, had to admit that the kid did have some resilience.

After hesitating for a moment, Urokodaki Sakonji decided to demonstrate all the moves to him!

"Water Breathing - First Form: Water Surface Slash!"

Without making a sound or showing any sign of attack, the wooden sword, its edges already rounded, was silently thrust out. Kiyokawa Izumi instinctively raised his sword to block, his pupils instantly shrinking, and an expression of disbelief even appearing on his face.

There was no explosive power, and the speed wasn't so fast that these eyes couldn't see it, but in the instant of defense, his arms, gripping the knife, trembled uncontrollably.

For an old man of this age to be able to unleash such terrifying power, how could his breathing technique be so miraculous?

The key point is that there was absolutely no warning!

The slashes were silent and traceless, as if everything was being concealed.

Transparent?

Absolutely not!

This contradictory feeling of being light as a feather yet capable of cutting through anything was something he couldn't understand, even with his eyes.

Urokodaki Sakonji didn't give Kiyokawa Izumi time to adjust, and his next move followed immediately.

Kiyokawa Izumi, whose steps were already unsteady, instinctively retreated, but little did she know that the next attack would be far more ferocious than she had imagined.

The smooth and full arc, carrying a continuous force, feels like being caught in the center of a vortex and crushed.

Before Kiyokawa Izumi's brain could react effectively, his body subconsciously unleashed the second move: Waterwheel.

Waterwheel against waterwheel.

But in front of this person, he couldn't possibly catch up.

He was defeated in the blink of an eye, his Nichirin Blade flying far away, and he fell backward in a very disheveled state.

His arms trembled slightly, and the space between his thumb and forefinger went numb from the shock.

Without needing Urokodaki Sakonji's reminder, he stood up as quickly as possible and picked up his Nichirin Blade again.

The old man's eyes flashed with approval upon seeing this.

"That's really impressive!"

Before I could catch my breath, the ghostly figure appeared silently before me once again.

The crushing happened again and again.

Urokodaki Sakonji truly showed him everything without holding back, demonstrating all ten techniques of Water Breathing.

The price was that Kiyokawa Izumi lay on the ground unable to get up, his not-so-clean team uniform was covered in mud, and his whole body was covered in bruises.

He can no longer easily parry this person's serious move.

The devil is in the details, and what impressed him most was the old man's control over his strength.

After demonstrating all the moves, the wooden sword in his hand did not break.

Through his Sharingan observation, Kiyokawa Izumi also noticed that this person's breathing changed slightly after the demonstration ended.

Perhaps it's because of physical exhaustion?

"Mr. Kiyokawa Izumi, you seem to be very happy?"

Tanjiro, who had been watching from the sidelines, stepped forward to help Kiyokawa Izumi up from the ground and asked cautiously.

"Swordsmanship level increased!"

"To make it easier for the host to view, it has been converted to a ranking system."

Swordsmanship LV3

The system, with its extremely low presence, spoke in a cold voice in my ear.

How could Kiyokawa Izumi not be happy at this moment?

The improvement in breathing techniques is not significant, but the improvement in swordsmanship is very noticeable.

He has memorized everything with these eyes.

Not only that, but I also learned many useful tips and tricks.

Even if I encounter the Hand Demon again, without relying on the Wisteria Flower Poison, I can only use the Nichirin Blade in my hand to defeat him!

"Mr. Kiyokawa Izumi... Mr. Kiyokawa Izumi!"

A huge forehead seemed to appear in his blurry vision, and someone shouted loudly in his ear.

The side effects of using the castrated Sharingan under heavy load eventually appeared—this was different from the previous battles. In the battle against the demon, he was only trying to use these eyes to see the opponent's movements.

After meeting Sakonji Urokodaki, his Sharingan remained activated.

Not only did he want to see the old man's movements clearly and try to remember them all, but he also analyzed and imitated them, which greatly increased the strain on his eyes.

Excessive consumption, or overuse of the eyes.

This caused Kiyokawa Izumi's consciousness to become somewhat blurred, and she unconsciously fainted.

Seeing Kiyokawa Izumi gradually closing her eyes, Tanjiro panicked and kept shaking her body.

"He just fainted, he's fine."

A calm, gentle voice sounded from behind, "Move him inside; he should wake up this afternoon."

Hearing this, Tanjiro breathed a sigh of relief, gently picked up Kiyokawa Izumi, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Mr. Kiyokawa Izumi, you're really working hard... I need to work even harder too!"