Konoha's Mission Master

A dozen seconds later, the game system notification sounded.

Congratulations to the player for defeating Upper Moon Two, Doma.

Congratulations, player! You have earned 7000 Conquest Points!

Let the fire of the sun extinguish all evil!

Under the moonlight, the twin blades were returned to their sheath.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Yakumo quickly escaped from the Eternal Bliss Cult.

The battle, which lasted less than a minute, left him feeling a bit hungry.

After losing his chakra, all his techniques and attacks relied on physical strength, which directly led to... Yakumo's appetite greatly increased and he became very prone to hunger.

After thinking for a moment, Yakumo returned to the stall where he had eaten with Rengoku Kyojuro and ordered some beef balls and takoyaki.

After a while.

"It's just so-so, not particularly delicious."

Yakumo stood up after paying the bill.

Perhaps... it's because I was eating alone.

As luck would have it, the evil spirits of this city have already been dealt with.

Having found his direction, Yakumo began his pursuit of Rengoku Kyojuro.

It's hard to find someone you get along with in this world.

Yakumo didn't want to see him again at his funeral, with Kyojuro Rengoku draped in a pure white sheet and surrounded by white flowers.

He closed his eyes and slept peacefully.

Yakumo quickly shook his head.

Hurry up and set off.

About half an hour later, Yakumo caught up with Rengoku Kyojuro.

"Didn't you say you were going to investigate the evil spirits in the city?"

Rengoku Kyojuro ran quickly with his hands behind his back, somewhat surprised by Yakumo's sudden appearance.

In fact, with the help of the Total Concentration Breathing Technique, Rengoku Kyojuro's running speed far exceeded that of ordinary people, but Yakumo was able to easily keep up with Rengoku Kyojuro's speed, and his expression looked quite calm.

"It's been resolved."

Yakumo replied, his expression unchanged.

Does a fight that lasts less than a minute need explanation?

of course not.

"Isn't the enemy strong? You don't look injured."

Kyojuro Rengoku asked with some curiosity, believing that even if Yakumo was strong, he couldn't defeat the Twelve Demon Moons level demons in less than half an hour.

Swish, swish.

The shadows of the trees kept receding backward.

From a distance, it looks like a constantly twisting demon.

Tonight, the moonlight was somewhat hazy, like a thin veil draped over the two of them. Yakumo adjusted his collar, which was letting in the wind, as he felt a bit chilly from the overnight journey. He then spoke.

"Upper Moon Two, Ice Demon Doma."

"What?"

Rengoku Kyojuro slipped and almost fell.

Just now, he almost lost the ability to maintain stable, fully focused breathing.

But he believed... Yakumo wasn't joking.

It felt like being surrounded by enemy troops. He had just finished eating when... his best friend charged into the enemy camp alone, killed the enemy's number three commander, and the enemy's thousands of troops were rendered useless.

"Half an hour... to defeat Upper Moon Two?"

"It should be said that it took less than a minute."

Ignoring Kyojuro Rengoku's increasingly self-doubting expression, Yakumo continued his sermon.

"With a Nichirin Blade, killing demons is really easy. Just rush up to the demon and behead it before it can even react."

Rengoku Kyojuro watched as Yakumo gave a vivid explanation.

He fell into deep self-doubt.

If killing demons were really that easy, what would the Demon Slayer Corps' centuries of sacrifices amount to?

Is this the foolish behavior of mediocre people, one after another, rushing headlong into danger?

"At this moment, I truly believe that you will end the one who killed... the Demon King Muzan. It's as if our sacrifice was just to wait for your appearance and end the evil history that has lasted for thousands of years."

His tone carried a hint of frustration. Even someone as resilient as him couldn't calmly face these repeated blows; it was a gap that instinctively instilled despair.

"Kyojuro, your sacrifices were not made in anticipation of my appearance."

Yakumo shook his head and spoke with utmost sincerity.

“You are great and noble people, and I am not even a fraction as good as you.”

Rengoku Kyojuro smiled upon receiving the affirmation.

But looking at the relaxed Yakumo, he still felt uneasy. From searching for and killing the demon to chasing him over a hundred miles, Yakumo's physical strength and endurance made him realize his true feelings about Yakumo.

Most importantly... the one who was killed was Upper Moon Two.

"How did you manage to... kill Upper Moon Two so easily?"

Upon hearing this, Yakumo pondered for a moment.

"I have fought against enemies who manipulate extreme cold before, so I naturally have some experience in fighting Upper Moon Two, Doma. Moreover, compared to him, Doma's manipulation of ice seems somewhat immature."

"experience…?"

Kyojuro Rengoku asked curiously.

"No attrition, close the distance... and decapitate them."

Yakumo gave a confident and assertive reply.

"What if the enemy attacks or defends?"

"Cut it directly; you must believe that nothing can escape the blade's reach."

Rengoku Kyojuro remained silent.

Through Yakumo, he sensed the unevenness of the world.

The two walked and stopped, running across the open field.

Although there are signs of technological revival in this era, many places remain incredibly primitive, presenting a strange sense of division. Big cities have neon lights and trams.

But many more mountain villages have no electricity and no technology.

Simple and unadorned.

During this period, the two separated several times.

Yakumo took an extra detour to follow the demon's aura, beheading it during the day. He eventually found Rengoku Kyojuro again before sunset. The two often camped in the mountains, eating dry rations that had little flavor.

Yakumo drew his Nichirin Blade and placed it in front of him…

The once smooth blade is now riddled with nicks and even has a tiny crack extending from the edge to the back.

These two meticulously crafted weapons are nearly completely destroyed.

This was due to countless, extremely brutal slashes.

"This weapon is a bit too fragile."

Yakumo pursed his lips.

The Nichirin Blade was placed back into its Eiko sword case for further nurturing.

Rengoku Kyojuro's expression was somewhat strange. He had witnessed Yakumo's full-force slash before, and he couldn't imagine what kind of material in the world could withstand that level of power.

"I should be able to get to the station tomorrow."

The tree canopy not far from them resembled a giant umbrella, blocking out the sun. On a thick branch... perched a rather plump pheasant, preening its colorful tail feathers from what appeared to be a safe distance.

Yakumo looked at the dry rations in his hand.

At the same time, I glanced at the pheasants in the distance.

From the Glory Sword Box... the Jade Sword slowly slid out.

Yakumo grabbed it with his other hand...

"Tonight...good luck, let's eat chicken."

With a whoosh, Yakumo's figure vanished.

"So fast."

Rengoku Kyojuro murmured a sigh.

Half an hour later, the two of them were gnawing on plump, oily chicken legs, which was the most sumptuous dinner they had had in the past two days.

That night, Yakumo continued his hunt for demons.

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Chapter 215 The Infinite Train, Upper Moon Attack

The next day.

The two finally arrived at the platform where the Infinite Train was departing.

On the way, Yakumo dealt with a demon that was moving a little too fast.

This analysis will examine what happened during this period.