Chapter 7: Yoriichi and the woman who traveled from Demon Slayer to Yokohama...
In any case, I've really made a grudge against Kokushiro Tsugikuni. In order to get revenge when we meet again, I've decided to learn swordsmanship and breathing techniques from Yoriichi the very next day. I'm determined to get my revenge.
I am quite confident about this. After all, Yoriichi is the ceiling of power in Demon Slayer. Even if he only learns one-tenth of his skills, he will be more than capable of dealing with Kokushibo, who is still a child. I will definitely beat him to a pulp.
Well, before I take down Muzan, that scum of humanity, I'll practice on the young Upper Moon One. This is my first battle in the Demon Slayer world, and also my first step on the road to saving the world.
That's what I was thinking, but I never expected that my journey to save the world would end right at the starting line.
The first step is to learn breathing techniques that activate the body and unleash its maximum potential.
I sincerely asked Yoriichi how to breathe like him, but even though Yoriichi taught me very seriously, I just couldn't learn it.
Note that it's not that it's impossible to learn, but rather that it's utterly impossible to learn.
Because whenever I try to breathe in his way, I experience violent coughing and shortness of breath, as if my lungs are about to explode, causing unbearable pain. I can't even do the derivative breathing techniques, let alone the Sun Breathing.
I then realized that this body's lung function was naturally weaker than that of ordinary people, and it was completely unable to withstand the lung expansion brought about by concentrated breathing. Under normal circumstances, I was not suitable for using breathing techniques at all.
Fortunately, I can now refine a small amount of chakra every day. I can spend a few years refining enough chakra to treat my lungs and make them healthy and strong. It won't be too late to learn breathing techniques when that time comes.
The only regret is that I can't beat up Tsugikuni Iwakatsu with my breathing technique in the near future, which is a great pity.
Since I can't master the breathing techniques, I've decided to study swordsmanship properly. With Yoriichi, the pinnacle of Demon Slayer's combat power, by my side, I can practice with him more often. Even learning just one or two moves from him would be enough to make that jealous person pay.
I had a good plan, but I didn't expect that Yoriichi, who has always been obedient, would refuse. He was quite resistant to holding a sword again, which made me very frustrated, as I wanted to learn powerful sword skills.
I was so stupid, really. I only knew that Yoriichi had god-like swordsmanship, but I forgot that he had absolutely no interest in swordsmanship, or rather, the experience of beating others was unbearable for him, causing him to reject this talent from the bottom of his heart. Even when his brother, Kokushibo, brought up the topic of swordsmanship, Yoriichi, being a brother-complex, would express his unwillingness to talk about it anymore, let alone me!
Although I could be more forceful and demand that Yoriichi teach me, given his personality, even if he felt uncomfortable, he would probably force himself to hold the sword again in the end, but I would never do such a thing.
Because Yoriichi and I are friends! Since we are friends, as long as a friend hasn't gone astray, you can't force him to do anything he doesn't want to do.
This is something he learned from his older brother. He treated Sasuke the same way, doing everything in his power to pull Sasuke back when Sasuke went astray. And once Sasuke returned to the right path, his brother no longer imposed his will on him. For example, his brother didn't actually want Sasuke to leave Konoha and really hoped he would come back for his wedding, but in the end, his brother never forced him and always respected Sasuke's wishes.
I think that's how friends should act, so I respect Yoriichi's opinion very much. Since he doesn't want to, I will never force him.
It's a pity I couldn't spoil the plot for him, otherwise it wouldn't have been so troublesome.
As for getting Yoriichi to give up his peaceful life and join the Demon Slayer Corps in the future, that would be a troublesome matter. Fortunately, he is a gentle person. As long as he takes Yoriichi out more often, once he knows that there are so many evil spirits outside the mountains causing so many tragedies, he will surely be able to pick up his sword and fulfill the mission he was born to fulfill.
Until then, let Yoriichi continue living this long-desired, simple, and precious daily life.
Even so, I don't think this kind of life is precious at all; life in the mountains is quite arduous and difficult.
On weekdays, they have to take care of the rice paddies, cut firewood, hunt, and collect herbs. Each of these tasks takes up a lot of time. In addition, they have to clean the house, air out the bedding, wash the clothes, and prepare three meals a day. They are incredibly busy.
Fortunately, Yoriichi would always be there for me no matter what I did. His physical strength and other abilities far exceeded those of normal children his age. Having him by my side to help made things much easier. But even so, there were still a lot of trivial things to do. After all, it was just the two of us kids making a living together, which was really tough.
Of course, it's tough, but you can still find a lot of fun in it.
Whether it was pulling Yoriichi along to search for prey in the rope traps all over the mountains, or him playing the flute to amuse me while I was digging for herbs, or carrying firewood and walking home hand in hand under the sunset, they were all wonderful memories. Just thinking about them makes me feel that those days were quite interesting.
But that's all. It's fine to live this kind of wild life occasionally, but I couldn't stand living like this for the rest of my life. Only someone like Yoriichi would enjoy this kind of simple life.
It's not just that life is mundane; I'm busy like a dog every day, and my food and clothing are terrible. The thought of having to live like this for another ten years makes me feel hopeless.
The most painful thing is that after a busy day, I still have to find time to practice swordsmanship at night. I hold the wooden sword I carved and swing it for two hours at a time. It's so uncomfortable that I feel like I want to die. It's not a life for a human being.
But I can't be lazy. Since I told Jiguo Yansheng that I would definitely come back, I must teach him a lesson when we meet again. Because of this, I haven't slept well lately, for fear of dreaming about that jealous guy and getting beaten up again.
Fortunately, I haven't been dreaming lately, which made me secretly relieved. I'm making the most of my time to practice swordsmanship and also to integrate the chakra I've been refining into myself to enhance my physical abilities. I'm going all out to defeat Yoriichi's brother.
The only thing that's bothering me right now is that my swordsmanship is a bit off, or rather, it can't even be called swordsmanship at all; it's just wildly swinging a wooden sword. I feel like I desperately need a swordsmanship teacher, otherwise, I can't even perform the basic sword-swinging movements correctly, and I simply can't beat Tsugikuni Iwakatsu, who has been training diligently all along.
I had considered asking Yoriichi for guidance, since I wouldn't let him hold the sword anyway, just to help correct my sword-wielding movements.
I had a good plan, and I knew that Yoriichi wouldn't refuse on this matter, but the problem was that he couldn't guide me.
Because Yoriichi's godlike talent and understanding of the world allowed him to easily defeat adults without needing to learn, he naturally didn't practice at all. How could he instruct me if he hadn't even practiced himself?
Although he had watched Kokukawa Katsu practice swordsmanship, it didn't mean he could instruct others just because he watched a few times, so this idea had to be rejected.
I'm so frustrated. I have the strongest swordsman in Demon Slayer by my side, but I can't even teach him the proper sword-wielding technique. I feel like crying.
Surely you don't expect me to learn swordsmanship from Kokushiro Tsugikuni in my dreams? No way! I want to defeat that guy. How could I possibly bow down to him?
Besides, it's already a miracle that he didn't chase after me with his sword, how could he possibly teach me?
Should I really go down the mountain to find a swordsman to teach me? But it's extremely dangerous outside, with evil spirits running rampant. Even with Yoriichi by my side, I really don't want to go out!
I sat cross-legged on the platform, clutching my wooden sword, deep in thought, when Yoriichi's indifferent yet concerned voice rang in my ears, "Your hand is injured."
"Ah, it's nothing, that's how it is when you practice swordsmanship."
I looked at my hand, which was raw and throbbing from the wooden sword, and felt a burning pain. However, compared to Tsugikuni Iwakatsu's injuries, this was nothing. At least the part of my hand that gripped the sword wasn't stained with blood yet; I remembered that the hilt of his wooden sword was covered in blood.
This won't do. I haven't been training as long as others and I don't have any professional guidance. I'll still get beaten up next time we meet, and then I'll lose face big time.
I was still struggling when Yoriichi took my wounded hand and gently blew on it to ease my pain. I was so touched. He really is an angel; he's so sweet.
Although I felt very warm inside, I still felt a little tingly when I saw Yoriichi's fair and tender little hands.
It's infuriating to compare yourself to others. No matter how hard I practice or how much my hands hurt, as long as Yoriichi is willing to wield a sword, he can still easily defeat me. He doesn't need to train hard at all. Suddenly, I understand Kokushibo's feelings a little better.
Of course, this is just a slight understanding. My acidity is at most that of half a lemon, while his is the acidity of an entire lemon tree, which is beyond my reach.
"Yoichi, please bring me the medicine that was just made on the wooden shelf."
A slightly sour feeling made me unable to resist giving Yoriichi a little nudge. Otherwise, given my personality, I would never want to bother others. Sure enough, when people get sour, their behavior starts to become unlike themselves.
I quickly suppressed my sourness and refused to become a lemon like Ji Guoyansheng. I must have caught it from him, that's definitely it!
"Never mind, I'll take it myself."
I looked at Yoriichi and saw that he had already reached out to the medicine bottle from the wooden shelf. Distracted by my words, he turned to look at me, and his sleeve accidentally knocked the box next to the medicine to the ground. With a thud, the World Stone inside the box fell to the ground.
As I watched Yoriichi pick up the World Stone, I suddenly remembered a fragment of my memory from a parallel world where I used the World Stone to send Obito away from the Fourth Shinobi World War. If Yoriichi were to touch the World Stone, the consequences would be unimaginable!
"Wait! Don't touch it!"
I shouted loudly, and Yoriichi, who was about to pick up the World Stone, looked at me blankly. In that moment of distraction, his hand was cut by the sharp edge of the World Stone, which made me feel terrible!
Seeing that Yoriichi's blood had already seeped into the World Stone, I rushed over without hesitation and hugged him tightly, secretly praying that Yoriichi would not be transported to another world by the World Stone, otherwise this world would be doomed without the founder of the Breathing Technique.
Unfortunately, my prayers were in vain. Well, that's normal. If prayers worked, I would have gone back to my brother's wedding long ago, instead of starting this house-living life with Yoriichi in the mountains.
After a dizzying spin, my feet finally touched solid ground again. I opened my eyes and found myself and Yoriichi in a modern alley. Although it was daytime, the surrounding tall buildings made the alley slightly dark and eerie.
The sudden switch to a different world made me a little panicked, but remembering how the Naruto world's consciousness always treated transmigrators like dirt, I calmed down. I figured the consciousness of this unknown world would be the same. Once it discovered that Yoriichi and I were transmigrators, it would send us back to the Demon Slayer world.
As for researching the World Foundation on my own and having it send me and Yoriichi back, forget about it. It's simply impossible without the intelligence of the Second Generation!
The most important thing now is to figure out what kind of world this is, whether it's a shonen manga or a shoujo manga, a slice-of-life anime or a comedy anime. I just hope it's not an action anime, because these kinds of shonen action anime are usually set in super dangerous worlds that are really not suitable for children to survive in.
Thinking this, my gaze inadvertently fell on a dirty newspaper on the ground. Although most of the text was illegible, I could still barely make out words like "Yokohama" and "explosion." This made my eyes twitch, and I felt that I might know what kind of world I had come to.
This must be the world of Bungo Stray Dogs, right? Absolutely! This kind of world with explosions every day, superpowered individuals, and mafia running rampant is even more dangerous than Demon Slayer. It seems like the future is going to be tough!
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The Naruto world's consciousness: Transmigrators are all pests. If even one of them enters, the Fourth Shinobi World War will be in danger of being defeated. Kick them all out!
Bungo Stray Dogs World Consciousness: Transmigrators are all treasures. If even one of them comes into my Yokohama, I can avoid several bombings. Once you're here, don't leave.
The consciousness of the Demon Slayer world: Transmigrators are all... Where is my family's transmigrator?! Where is my own transmigrator, such a big guy?!
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