Demon Slayer: After raising Shinobu, I died in front of her.

"That child's name is Tokito Goichiro. His family was attacked by a demon. His older brother was killed by the demon, but he survived. However, he suffered from amnesia and can't remember anything from before."

Ling Chuanche asked in confusion, "Then how did you know this child has talent?"

Tianyin said, "Because this child and his brother are of the bloodline of the first generation of swordsmen."

The bloodline of the first swordsman?

Ling Chuanche turned around: "And then? So what?"

Tianyin's expression stiffened for a moment.

Ling Chuanche continued to press, "Our ancestor was the first swordsman. What does that have to do with him? And his strength won't be inherited."

Tianyin: "Ah, this..."

Ren couldn't bear to watch any longer and gently tugged at Ling Chuanche's sleeve: "Stop talking and take a look at the child first."

Ling Chuanche: "Alright."

Ubuyashiki Amane breathed a sigh of relief.

“The child is in the yard, come with me.”

Ubuyashiki Amane pushed open the courtyard door, and Ayakawa Tetsu also saw the person in the courtyard.

Chapter 112 Talent

The air seemed to freeze in the courtyard of the Ubuyashiki residence.

As Ling Chuanche stepped into the courtyard, he saw a small, thin figure standing alone under a tree in the distance.

The child looked even thinner than Shinobu Kocho, and was looking up at the towering tree in the yard with a blank expression, as if he had forgotten who he was and why he was standing there.

For some reason, when Ling Chuanche saw the boy, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. It was a strange feeling, as if there was some connection between them.

"He's so small..." Ren sighed softly, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes.

Ubuyashiki Amane stood to the side, her eyes filled with pity: "We met him a long time ago. He has a twin brother, but his brother was extremely hostile towards me at the time."

Not long ago, evil spirits broke into his house, and his brother was brutally murdered before his eyes. As a result, he suffered amnesia and could not remember anything from his past.

"So, what is the main purpose of my being here this time?" Ling Chuanche asked. "I am not good at treating amnesia."

“This child can’t remember many things now, and I’m trying to find a way to solve his amnesia problem,” Tianyin said softly. “But I think that before his memory returns, he should at least have enough ability to protect himself.”

“If it’s just about enabling him to protect himself and teaching him swordsmanship, the others in the team can handle it too.” Ling Chuanche raised an eyebrow. “Since you specifically called me here, it seems you think highly of him.”

“Yes,” Tianyin smiled slightly, her tone full of trust, “so I can only trouble you.”

"Okay, leave it to me."

Tianyin left the courtyard.

Hearing footsteps behind him, the boy slowly turned around, looked at the approaching man, tilted his head, and asked with a blank and pure gaze: "Who are you?"

Lingchuan Tetsu looked at him calmly: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Lingchuan Tetsu, and I am the Cang Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps."

"The Demon Slayer Corps..." the boy murmured, seemingly trying to process the word, "Is it from the same place as that gentle older sister?"

The person he was referring to was Tianyin.

“Yes.” Ling Chuanche nodded.

He walked to the side, picked up a branch from the ground at random, tossed it to the boy, and then picked up another one for himself.

The boy stared blankly at the branch in his hand.

“It doesn’t matter that you can’t remember the past,” Ling Chuanche said calmly. “If you really have potential, then talent can’t lie. Pick up this branch and attack me in any way you can think of. As long as you can hit me, you’ll pass the test.”

The boy blinked in confusion: "Why would I hit you?"

"Good question." Ling Chuanche smiled. "Because if you don't hit me, I'll hit you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Chuanche's figure vanished.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the boy, and the branch in his hand fell mercilessly on the boy.

"what!"

The boy let out a scream.

"Can't you even dodge?" Ling Chuanche shouted sharply, his voice devoid of any pity. "Your family was killed by evil spirits, but because of your amnesia, you don't even have the emotion to avenge them? Where is your anger! Where is your hatred!"

As he spoke, the branch in his hand struck the boy repeatedly with a "snap, snap, snap".

The boy covered his head and fled frantically through the yard like a frightened little animal.

The ninja, who was not far away, raised his hand and covered his eyes, unable to look.

The entire courtyard echoed with the boy's piercing screams.

As dusk fell, the boy lay exhausted on the ground, looking up at the sky, his body covered in bruises.

Shinobu Kocho silently knelt down and tended to his wounds.

"It must hurt a lot," she said softly.

The boy's vacant gaze snapped back to reality, and he turned to look at the woman beside him.

"It must be painful to have your family murdered and be powerless to do anything about it." Shinobu knew that the boy in front of her had lost his memory and couldn't remember anything from before. He probably wouldn't understand what she was saying, but she still wanted to speak.

She silently wrapped bandages around his body, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a fragile piece of porcelain.

"Forehead……"

Ren paused for a moment, looked down at the tears sliding down the boy's cheeks, and then continued to treat his wounds.

The boy raised his arm and wiped the tears from his face, seemingly not even understanding why he was crying.

……

From that day on, Toru Ayakawa's special training of Muichiro Tokito officially began.

This is a trial so cruel it's almost torture, but also a baptism of rebirth.

On the first day, the boy couldn't even hold a wooden sword properly.

Lingchuan Che was like a strict, almost ruthless, instructor. He never showed mercy to Muichiro just because he was young.

"Stand up! Grip your weapons!"

"Where are your eyes looking?! You can't even see the enemy's movements, how are you going to survive?!"

Ling Chuanche's voice echoed across the training ground, devoid of any warmth.

The wooden sword struck the boy's most vulnerable spot time and time again, forcing him to confront the pain and unleash his instincts.

Muichiro was knocked down time and time again, falling and getting covered in mud, but he gritted his teeth and got up again and again.

His body was covered with old and new scars, and his clothes were soaked with sweat and blood, but a glimmer of light gradually appeared in his once empty eyes.

Shinobu Kocho is like the gentlest older sister in this cruel world.

Whenever Muichiro was beaten to a pulp and collapsed on the ground, exhausted, Shinobu would rush to his aid immediately. She would carefully lift him up and gently apply medicine and bandages to his wounds.

“Sister Shinobu…” Muichiro would sometimes call out to her weakly.

"I'm here." Ren gently wiped the sweat from his face and comforted him softly, "It's okay, just bear with it. You've already done a great job."

Her voice was like a spring breeze, soothing Muichiro's physical pain and gradually filling the emptiness deep within his heart.

"How about I teach you how to play a game?"

Suddenly, Ren spoke up. She looked left and right, found a piece of paper, folded it into a paper airplane, and threw it high into the air under the boy's gaze.

Let's see who can throw it the furthest!

He said, suppressing a laugh.

A light shone in the boy's eyes.

On the fifth day, the boy finally learned to wield a sword.

Although his movements were still clumsy, he was able to barely withstand several rounds of Ling Chuanche's attacks.

His eyes were no longer empty, but filled with focus.

Lingchuan Tetsu's attacks remained fierce, but Muichiro's evasions became increasingly agile.

“Very good, but not enough,” Ling Chuanche said coldly. “Your sword has no soul. Whom are you fighting for?”

Muichiro did not answer, but gritted his teeth and swung his sword again.

On the tenth day, the boy blocked Ling Chuanche's attack for the first time.

It was early morning when Lingchuan Tetsu's wooden sword came down, and Muichiro did not dodge.

He sidestepped the attack, and his wooden sword thrust out at an incredible angle, striking Ling Chuanche's wrist precisely.

Ling Chuanche stopped moving.

Looking at the young man before him, who was covered in sweat but whose eyes were more determined than ever before, a relieved smile finally appeared on his lips.

“Not bad,” he said.

Muichiro paused for a moment, then laughed.

It was a genuine smile, the kind that comes from the heart, a smile that belongs to a young boy.

Shinobu stood to the side, watching this scene, her eyes slightly reddening.

On the fifteenth day, the boy was already able to exchange dozens of blows with Ling Chuanche.

His swordsmanship became increasingly sharp, and his movements became increasingly fluid.

Lingchuan Tetsu's attacks remained fierce, but Muichiro was able to handle them calmly, and even find openings to counterattack at times.

“You’ve made rapid progress,” Ling Chuanche said. “But remember, a sword is for protecting people. Improving your strength is for slaying evil spirits, and slaying evil spirits is for protecting those who are unarmed!”

Muichiro nodded, his eyes resolute: "I know."

On the twentieth day, the boy was able to withstand Ling Chuanche's attacks for half an hour.

His physical strength, speed, and reaction time have all been greatly improved.

More importantly, his state of mind also underwent a tremendous change.