Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Butterfly House

Inside the dojo,

Fifteen young swordsmen dressed in Demon Slayer Corps uniforms had gathered here. Most of them were not very high-ranking and their strength was quite average.

Many swordsmen are unable to master the breathing technique.

The number of official members of the Demon Slayer Corps is estimated to be around one hundred. The fact that they can gather one-tenth of the swordsmen here for training shows that the headquarters attaches great importance to it.

"We were told to gather here for training, but do you know the specifics?"

"I'm not quite sure. Training? Is it necessary?"

"I was even asked who the breeder was, what bad luck."

"I heard there's another Pillar, and he's the one who slew Lower Moon Six... Apparently, he joined the Demon Slayer Corps less than three months ago and just passed the selection this year!"

The team members who gathered here were not very disciplined; they whispered and murmured among themselves.

"Are you talking about me? Let me introduce myself, Kiyokawa Izumi!"

Without a sound, a calm voice came from behind.

The once lively dojo suddenly fell silent.

The official team members looked at each other cautiously, then looked back carefully—was this Pillar a monster? How come it walks without making a sound?

The newly promoted Pillar wore a pure black haori over a regular team uniform, and carried a Nichirin Blade at his waist.

The sixteen-year-old boy was as tall as a bamboo shoot that had not yet fully grown. His neat black hair swept past his ears, and his handsome face showed a hint of drowsiness.

He walked through the crowd, his calm gaze sweeping over each team member. No one dared to meet his eyes, and they all lowered their heads.

The deeply ingrained hierarchical system made them subconsciously respectful.

"cough--"

Kiyokawa Izumi coughed softly, which also showed that the injuries caused by overuse of breathing techniques had not yet healed.

There are both advantages and disadvantages.

On the bright side, he can go a long time without having to go on missions.

The downside is that it can take a long time to improve one's breathing techniques.

Although he has the body of a young man, his mentality is very mature. He is not anxious to improve his strength or feel inferior just because he ranks last among the nine pillars.

Adults can usually keep their minds at ease.

Looking at the official team members in front of him, Kiyokawa Izumi couldn't help but stroke his chin—they were all unknowns—no, there was one who looked familiar.

Murata, who has a middle parting in his hair, was also on the first batch of selections.

This guy, despite being in the same cohort as Giyu, is still only a Geng-rank swordsman.

It could be due to average talent, or it could be related to the lack of guidance.

He, who has mastered water breathing, is clearly not a disciple trained by the previous Water Pillar—his trainer was definitely not a retired Water Pillar, and his strength and abilities were probably quite ordinary.

"I will be in charge of your group for the time being. The special training will be divided into three parts: combat training in the morning, physical training in the afternoon, and breathing techniques in the evening."

"What we need to do now is very simple. See that row of wooden knives on the left? They're prepared for you."

He picked up a wooden sword and attacked me.

Let's fight all morning!

Kiyokawa Izumi, who was in charge first, was absolutely not going through the motions.

There are three ways to improve one's strength.

Physical fitness, swordsmanship, and breathing techniques.

Don't expect any of these people to be able to awaken their markings or become transparent.

That's too unrealistic.

Just focus on improving in the three areas mentioned above.

There's not much to say about physical fitness; it's just the same training programs, so just supervise their training.

Swordsmanship, in the end, is just a matter of techniques.

Kiyokawa Izumi had no interest in teaching from scratch; he preferred direct practical application—he was very experienced in that area.

If you beat him a few dozen more times, he'll eventually improve.

As for the breathing technique, we'll have to trouble Shinobu Kocho with that.

"Direct...direct combat?"

"Are you kidding me? You want us to fight Zhu?"

"How could we possibly be a match for Zhu?"

"Playing all morning? How could anyone possibly last that long?"

"Is it too late to quit? This is terrifying! This place is absolutely horrifying!"

Kiyokawa Izumi listened quietly. He considered himself to have a pretty good temper, but at this moment he couldn't help but want to curse.

What are you babbling about here?

Do what I tell you to do, why all the nonsense?

As expected, it's a makeshift team, and the quality of the official members is only this level. If he were given ten years, he was confident that he could raise the strength of the ordinary team members by two levels and steadily train qualified swordsmen every year.

Unfortunately, there wasn't that much time.

There's only this bunch of good-for-nothings in front of me, so I'll just have to make do with training them.

"I'll only count to three. When the countdown ends, the battle begins. You guys deal with it!"

Kiyokawa Izumi slowly extended three fingers.

"one!"

"start!"

The official team members were stunned when they heard this.

Wasn't it supposed to be a countdown?

Where are the three and two?

Kiyokawa Izumi didn't even bother to draw his Nichirin Blade; he simply used the scabbard to strike down one of the official members in front of him.

Upon seeing this scene, how could they dare to stand still?

They all ran to the left and picked up the wooden knives from the knife rack.

"Don't push!"

"hurry up!"

"what!"

Looking at the motley crew in front of him, Kiyokawa Izumi hesitated for the first time—should he start by teaching them to line up?

In my past life, any random group of college students would have been more disciplined than them.