Konoha's Mission Master

This is a huge gain... enough to make Yakumo happy for a long time.

"Kibutsuji Muzan is really dead!"

One of the Demon Slayer Corps members burst into tears of joy, hugging a nearby teammate and beaming with an extremely bright smile.

Meanwhile, the lightly wounded team members began to work with the hidden unit to provide emergency treatment to the seriously wounded. However, many others still lost the chance to see the sunlight and remained on this battlefield forever.

Of the 369 members of the Demon Slayer Corps who participated in this battle, 208 survived.

Of these, 96 sustained minor injuries and 65 sustained serious injuries.

"We made it!"

But there was no somber atmosphere; everyone was cheering and celebrating.

Half an hour later, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps, arrived at the battlefield and celebrated with the remaining members of the Demon Slayer Corps.

At this moment, they are the main characters. Perhaps, in Yakumo's opinion, Demon King Muzan is just a game boss that is somewhat difficult to defeat.

But for them, it was a shadow that had loomed over them for nearly a thousand years.

A few hours later.

As the sun rose from the horizon, the Demon Slayer Corps was reborn. The dark red demon blood was evaporated by the sunlight and eventually turned into black smoke.

Eventually… it gradually dissipated into the air.

[Congratulations on completing the conquest mission! Would you like to return?]

Yakumo tapped "No," and a new prompt immediately popped up.

The Conquest Shop is now open.

[Hint: Entertainment mission failed.]

Yakumo's smiling face instantly crumbled. Compared to the failure of the mission, what he cared about more was... the breaking of his perfect record of zero mission failures.

From then on, he would never dare to call himself the "Liver Emperor" again.

"Once your shoes get wet, the path is lost."

"Damn it... how could I have forgotten?"

During this time, Yakumo often talked late into the night with Rengoku Kyojuro by candlelight, and hadn't checked the game system's quest interface for quite some time.

"Kyojuro Rengoku, take the blame."

As Yakumo recalled his brotherhood with Rengoku Kyojuro, a smile returned to his face.

In the distance, Kyojuro Rengoku, like a raging inferno, was helping the members of the Hidden Squad collect the bodies of the dead.

With his daughter's help, Kagaya Ubuyashiki came to Yakumo's side.

He bowed slowly.

"Thank you, Yakumo-kun, for solving the Demon Slayer Corps' millennium-old problem."

This was an extremely formal bow, almost a ninety-degree bow.

"I just did the right thing."

Yakumo used both hands to help Kagaya Ubuyashiki up.

That night, Yakumo stayed overnight at the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters and had a simple celebration with Kyojuro Rengoku and Tanjiro Kamado.

This is also the final celebration.

At the same time, news came that the Demon Slayer Corps would be disbanded soon.

Although unexpected, it was also reasonable. Kagaya Ubuyashiki did not covet the power he held, but instead chose to dissolve the organization without hesitation.

As night fell, Tamayo and Yushiro quietly left.

Although the two never harmed anyone, they were demons and the Demon Slayer Corps was only in a cooperative relationship. Now that Muzan was dead, this cooperation was completely dissolved.

After a simple meal and drinks, the three went to the rooftop, lay down side by side, and began to talk while gazing at the moon.

Kyojuro Rengoku plans to travel the world and eat all kinds of delicious food after the Demon Slayer Corps disbands, and finally return to his hometown to open an izakaya (Japanese pub) and live happily with his family.

Tanjiro Kamado just wants to go home and pay respects to his family.

The future, however, has not yet been envisioned.

A moment later, the two of them looked at Yakumo at the same time.

It's like a game of truth or dare.

At this point, both of them had opened up about their innermost thoughts and began to question the most mysterious person among them…

At this moment, Rengoku Kyojuro's eyes seemed to say, "Brother, we've all been honest. Now it's your turn. If you keep hiding anything, you'll be disregarding our brotherhood and will be punished with three cuts and six holes."

"Well..."

Yakumo's eyes darted away as he looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

Yes, he has many secrets, but it's hard to know where to begin.

He had told so many lies that even he was thoroughly fed up with them.

"I guess I'll go back to my hometown, since the reason I came here was to kill the Demon King Muzan."

This is a half-true, half-false answer.

Upon hearing this, Rengoku Kyojuro was slightly taken aback.

In the past, Yakumo had told him about his hometown, which was on a continent in the far east. Perhaps after this parting, the two of them would never meet again in this lifetime.

Rengoku Kyojuro suddenly jumped off the roof and returned carrying a jar of sake and two sake cups. Rengoku Kyojuro never drank alcohol normally, but with parting imminent and emotions running high, he decided to have a few drinks to ease his sorrow.

Without a word, Rengoku Kyojuro shoved the sake cup into Yakumo's hand. Smelling the faint aroma of sake, a smile gradually spread across Yakumo's face.

To be honest, he has never touched any alcohol since he transmigrated, because as an outstanding young man of the new era, he always keeps in mind that minors cannot drink alcohol.

But today, let's make an exception and drink with a bosom friend.

Without saying a word, Rengoku Kyojuro downed three cups in a row and laughed heartily.

"Brother Yakumo, I salute you."

After downing three glasses of strong liquor, Kyojuro Rengoku's face visibly turned red, his breath reeked of alcohol, and his body began to sway from side to side.

"Yakumo-kun, how did you split into two...? Two heads?"

A few seconds later, the wine glass slipped from his fingers, and Rengoku Kyojuro leaned against Kamado Tanjiro, falling fast asleep a few seconds later.

He was drunk.

This was actually the first time Rengoku Kyojuro had ever drunk alcohol.

As he was leaving, he suddenly recalled a scene from his childhood where his father and his best friend drank and sang together. His father's generosity left a deep impression on him, but he never expected that he would have such a poor alcohol tolerance.

Yakumo shook his head and chuckled.

He never dreamed that Kyojuro Rengoku would have such a low alcohol tolerance.

He picked up his glass and drank three glasses in a row.

"I salute you, my brother from Purgatory."

Yakumo drank three cups in a row, then took out a huge scroll from behind him and handed it to Tanjiro Kamado, while giving him instructions.

"This contains my insights into swordsmanship. Please pass it on to Kyojuro. Of course, you can also learn and practice it yourself."

These were his last words.

The next second, the game system's countdown timer reached zero.

Yakumo's body gradually turned into blue light spots.

After the mission was completed.

Yakumo only had sixteen hours to stay.

Konohagakure (Hidden Leaf Village), on the outskirts.

Yakumo opened her eyes in bed.

Thanks to Masako Mori's help with the cleaning, there wasn't much dust in the house. Yakumo discovered through the timekeeping device that it was already the end of May.

He spent a total of four months in the instance world.

These past few months have been unforgettable for Yakumo. There was no scheming or backstabbing in the Demon Slayer Corps, only genuine friends.

It is precisely this sincerity that makes it so unforgettable.

However, the familiar settlement interface did not appear, and even the photo album that used to represent memories was nowhere to be found. It was as if the nature of the mission had changed, and the dungeon world had undergone a radical transformation in essence.

As usual, he went to the window and pushed the wooden window open with his hand.

Facing the gentle breeze, Yakumo reminisced about his past with the Demon Slayer Corps, especially Kyojuro Rengoku. The two were more like confidants. Kyojuro Rengoku's personality suited Yakumo's taste perfectly, and it was only at the moment of parting that he took the initiative to leave behind his swordsmanship.

Unfortunately... it's all in the past now.

Yakumo gazed at the shadows of the trees before him, feeling as if he were in another world. As time passed, he began to calm his emotions.

In the future, Yakumo will travel to many worlds to carry out missions, get to know like-minded people again, and experience the gap between the two worlds.

"call……"

Yakumo exhaled a long breath of stale air.

This matter is difficult, but the choice is not hard.

"To become stronger, to achieve stability... there was no way out."

Stay true to yourself.

With a wave of his hand, the wooden window closed tightly.

Yakumo's expression no longer showed any hesitation.

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Master-level Breakthrough Scroll

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