Demon Slayer: My breathing technique went awry after Nezuko pushed me down.

The purple-pink giant blade reappeared, this time about seven meters long. Although it was shorter than the first time, it was clearly longer and more solid than the four-meter-long blade that appeared in the open space before!

The blade sliced ​​through the open space outside the door, leaving a deeper and longer trench than before!

Bai Chuanyu took a breath and wiped his sweat: "Phew... Master, this time it was even... a little easier, but using it consecutively was too tiring, I didn't perform well."

Urokodaki stood blankly at the door, looking at the ditch on the ground, then at Nezuko sleeping soundly inside, and then at Shirakawa Yu, who was panting but had an "innocent" look in his eyes.

He wouldn't listen to anything anyone said.

When he's around a woman... his power increases...

When not around a woman... its power diminishes...

I guessed right!

Our breathing technique involves inhaling the air of heaven and earth, the elements, and the power...

This kid's breathing technique... he's inhaling...

The scent of a young girl!!!

The word "femininity" exploded in Urokodaki's mind, making him dizzy and disoriented.

No--!!!!

It's impossible for someone to be so despicable!

How absurd!

Such an absurd breathing method!!!

As the former Water Pillar, he dedicated his life to the cause of slaying demons, valuing his honor more than his life.

Even when facing demons, Sakonji Urokodaki remained calm and composed, but for the first time, he felt his soul tremble.

He...thought about the future...

Shirakawa Yu graduates from his apprenticeship and joins the Demon Slayer Corps to carry out missions.

When others kill ghosts: they draw their swords with a fierce air, their breath like flames, their movements like lightning.

Shirakawa Yu kills demons: First, find a female team member to stand next to you, then, like a pervert, bite her twice.

Then, with an excited expression, he drew his knife and charged forward, howling!

孽 孽!

Sin! !

Sin! ! !

At this moment, Urokodaki's knees began to buckle.

Chapter 11. The water column and scales before him, his integrity in his later years, could not be preserved...

Actually, if it were just a matter of his breathing technique being indecent, Urokodaki wouldn't think much of it, since it wasn't his business anyway.

But the problem is... he's his master!

In the future, someone will introduce him: "This is the former Water Pillar, a disciple of Urokodaki Sakonji! He uses the Breath of Color."

Onlookers: "Oh! The former Water Pillar's disciple, no wonder he's a disciple of a great master... Wait!? The Breath of Color?! He's that swordsman who kills demons using women's scent?"

When Yiyong sends a letter, it may not contain any accusations, but it will certainly ask questions in that calm, dead-fish-like tone.

“Master, your new breathing technique for teaching your junior brother is very powerful, but you are getting on in years. When you go down the mountain to ‘gather materials,’ please take good care of your health.”

His former colleagues from the Demon Slayer Corps pointed at Shirakawa Hayao, who needed girls around him to unleash his full power when slaying demons, and burst into laughter:

"Look! That's the apprentice taught by Sakon Tsutomu!"

"Hahaha, you need a girl to help you slay demons? Has Sakonji been taking you to Yukaku for training all this time?!"

"I never expected him to be like that."

He could even picture the former Sound Pillar, Jigoro Kuwashima, that bearded bastard.

The letter he sent contained not a single word, but was entirely filled with "hahahahahaha..." drawings.

Even the Lord might ask in a gentle tone, "Mr. Urokodaki, your disciple's breathing technique... is quite interesting."

"..."

Urokodaki Sakonji, 72 years old, former Water Pillar, one of the most senior trainers in the Demon Slayer Corps.

He was rigorous and noble throughout his life, and dedicated his life to nurturing future generations and slaying evil spirits.

His reputation was second only to his life in value.

And now-

He could almost see his name, in the history of the Demon Slayer Corps, inextricably linked with "the teacher who taught his disciple the perverted breathing technique."

A century later, future generations will look through the archives.

When you see "Uroko no Sakonji", you won't immediately think of him as the water pillar that slays countless evil spirits.

Instead, it will first come to mind—

"Oh! So it's his apprentice who needs to smell women to unleash the full power of his breathing technique!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Laughter! Maniacal laughter! It was already echoing in Urokodaki's mind.

"Pfft."

Urokodaki knelt down.

He landed on both knees, firmly on the ground.

He braced his hands on the soil, his fingers digging deep into the earth.

My shoulders started to tremble.

Even the mask on his face fell off in a very fitting way, revealing an old and gentle face that was now filled with panic.

"My..."

He murmured, his voice broken.

"...a lifetime of illustrious reputation..."

Bai Chuanyu stood to the side, dumbfounded.

Master... what's wrong?

He crouched down and carefully poked Urokodaki's shoulder.

"Master? Are you... alright?"

Linlong ignored him.

She just continued to mutter in that dreamlike tone:

"...his integrity in his later years..."

"...It's hopeless..."

As Bai Chuanyu listened and watched, he suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Although his master often chased him away and complained that he was stupid during those eight months, he still genuinely taught him martial arts and swordsmanship, fed him, and protected him from being targeted by ghosts.

Now that the old man has suddenly become like this... he feels somewhat sorry for him.

why?

Why did Master suddenly become like this...?

Could it be?!

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Bai Chuanyu, and he realized the truth.

I understand!

?乛?乛?

The master must be saddened because his breathing technique was too powerful, even though it wasn't taught to him.

He must feel that he wasted eight months of my time and misled others!

Hi~!

Look at the mess this has made.

Why are you so sensitive?

No!

Without my mentor, I wouldn't be where I am today!

I can't let my mentor live in self-doubt!

Shirakawa Yu stood up abruptly, took two steps back, and then bowed deeply at a perfect 90-degree angle.

When she looked up again, her face was filled with tears of gratitude.

His voice rose, filled with emotion: "Master! Please don't do this!"

Urokodaki slowly raised his head, his eyes vacant.

Shirakawa Yu rushed forward, helped Urokodaki up, and reverently grasped his cold hand, his expression solemn and earnest.

"It was you! It was you who discovered my talent!"

"It was your patient guidance that gave me the foundation to create my own breathing method."

"It was you who took me out to see the world that gave rise to the opportunity for the birth of this new breathing method!"

"Although I use a different breathing technique than you!"

"But please don't give up on yourself!"

"Because you are a good teacher! You are my dearest mentor!"

Shirakawa Yu faced the setting sun, patting his chest!