Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Kiyokawa Izumi, on the run, was anything but relaxed.

That's the Hand Ghost!!

Even a powerful creature like Sabito couldn't defeat the Hand Demon.

Can I?

If an ordinary person like me is targeted by it, is there really any chance of survival?

Fear surged like a tide, and by the time he chose to turn and run, he had little courage left.

Down the mountain!

This thought suddenly appeared in my mind.

The ghost cannot leave this mountain because wisteria flowers bloom from the foot of the mountain to its waist.

They dislike the smell of wisteria flowers.

But people are different.

He can go down the mountain!

I hadn't thought of that before; I just subconsciously considered this place to be a death trap.

Suddenly, I felt a spasm in my heart, and Kiyokawa Izumi fell to the ground, his Nichirin Blade also falling a short distance.

Her right hand gripped the clothes in front of her chest tightly.

That feeling of resentment arose.

The emotions left over from the original owner are affecting him.

It's less of an emotion and more of an obsession.

They didn't want to leave, and they didn't want to give up.

He wants to participate in this selection!

It's not that the original owner was fighting him for control of the body, but he was affected to some extent.

Kiyokawa Izumi could clearly feel that feeling of resentment and the desire to prove something to someone.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's not that I'm terrified.

"That's the Hand Ghost!"

"It's been able to survive here for so many years, probably without even the Demon Slayer Corps knowing of its existence... Do you think it will let me go so easily?"

"If we don't leave here, we'll die!"

Kiyokawa Izumi never considered herself a savior; she didn't have the power or the responsibility.

In just three days, after several battles, he was already exhausted.

It's not like I'm made of iron; the moment I tried to escape, the last breath I had to hold onto in the fight crumbled.

Countless reasons to persuade me to give up emerged, yet I was imprisoned by this inexplicable obsession.

I could always hear those heavy footsteps, and the voice of the Hand Ghost could always be heard beside me.

Perhaps the next second, that terrifying sound will appear.

"Found you, kid!"

A fight needs a reason to back it up.

"Izumi, give up. You don't have the talent to become a swordsman."

Countless fragments of memories flashed through my mind.

Although the original owner was just a teenager with limited life experience, he had only received his memories in a hurry.

Why?

"Just because someone says you lack talent, do you feel obligated to prove something?"

Is this all there is to life?

More and more memories.

He was adopted after becoming an orphan... He trained desperately, just because he didn't want to disappoint that old man.

I came to participate in this selection not to slap the faces of those who look down on me, but simply to tell that old man that I can become a demon-slaying swordsman, that I can slay more evil spirits for him, and that I can help more people.

"A complete idiot."

Kiyokawa Izumi gently exhaled a breath of stale air and made this assessment in his heart.

Such people were rare in their previous lives.

"This body belongs to you after all, so give it a try. I will do my best to pass the selection, and then the body will be mine."

I will live my own life. Maybe I'll leave here, maybe I'll leave this country, maybe I'll refuse to join the Demon Slayer Corps. It's all up to me, what do you think?

As the throbbing pain in his heart gradually subsided, Kiyokawa Izumi slowly stood up. It was the first time he had realized that the lingering obsessions of the original owner of the body could still affect him.

That's true, after all, it's their first time traveling through time, so it's normal to lack experience.

My body in my past life was not as good as it is now. Due to irregular work and rest, unhealthy diet, and lack of exercise, I was not as healthy as I am now.

"Let's give it a try!"

"Go back to your memories of breathing techniques. Without mastering breathing techniques, your strength won't undergo a qualitative change."

Having made up her mind, Kiyokawa Izumi continued her escape, heading in a direction far away from the Hand Demon.

He's willing to give it a try, but that doesn't mean he's willing to face the Hand Demon right now.

If he could, he would love to never run into this person again.

Breathe! Your breath will guide you! No matter what happens, never forget to breathe!

"Feel it! Experience it with your heart! Remember this breathing technique, and let your body adapt to it!"

There seemed to be some strange sounds in my ears, and fragments of breathing exercises occasionally flashed through my mind.

Under pressure, hidden potential can always be brought out.

Kiyokawa Izumi used to believe in it.

For example, during his school years, he always managed to finish all his homework in the last few days of the holidays.

But for some reason, I just can't do it now.

I just can't learn this damn breathing technique!!

Is it because he is not from this world, and there is an invisible barrier blocking him?

Why can't I learn it?

Or is it that this body truly lacks the talent to master breathing techniques?

Damn!

Frustrated and distraught, Kiyokawa Izumi suddenly drew his sword and slashed at the air more than ten times in a row, venting his anger before gradually calming down.

In situations like these, impatience is the worst thing you can do.

Your breath guides you!

"Let your body adapt to this breathing!"

As the sun rose, Kiyokawa Izumi seemed lost in thought.