Demon Slayer: You call paying to get stronger "lightning"?

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"How about that, isn't it gorgeous! And the name is direct enough too! 'Boom!' It perfectly captures its essence!"

"……sharp."

Ryosuke couldn't help but suppress a laugh.

It can be called "boom" or "smash".

I, Brother Hua Li, may not be good at anything else, but I certainly have a knack for naming things.

Sometimes, being straightforward and simple is worse than being flashy and fancy.

At the same time, Ryosuke felt somewhat helpless.

Because the sound of the sound was not shown much in the original work, the second and third forms were completely unknown.

He couldn't offer many constructive suggestions on how to develop the area.

The only option was to have him practice and train with Yu Sui Tianyuan, letting him learn through experience.

Uzui Tengen was also very shrewd; he picked up a wooden sword and shoved it into Ryosuke's hand.

"Come on! Ryosuke! Practice with me! I feel like I'm about to catch the inspiration for the next form!"

Ryosuke stands with a knife in his hand.

With a roar, Yu Sui Tian Yuan charged forward!

He was incredibly fast, his figure almost impossible to discern.

Ryosuke's eyes narrowed, and he swung his sword fiercely.

Clang! Boom!

Thunder rumbled and sonic booms echoed across the training ground.

The two figures clashed at high speed, each collision unleashing an astonishing shockwave.

However, after a dozen or so moves, Uzui Tengen was the first to step back, his face showing astonishment.

"Wait a minute! You're acting strange, kid!"

Uzui Tengen frowned and clenched his numb wrist.

"Your knife... has become heavier! No, it's not that the knife has become heavier, it's your anger! Yes, it's your anger!"

Uzui Tengen paused, looking at Ryosuke with a rather strange expression.

"Your aura is completely different from before! It's only been a short time since we last met, how have you become so much stronger?!"

The feeling was hard to describe; it wasn't simply an increase in strength or speed, but rather something more condensed and oppressive that enveloped Ryosuke's blade and his entire body.

This imbued each of his strikes with a chilling penetrating power, even subtly disrupting the rhythm of his breathing technique!

Ryosuke sheathed his sword and chuckled a few times. Before he could explain, Jigoro, who had been watching the fight from the side, walked over leaning on his cane.

"It's fighting spirit."

Uzui Tengen raised an eyebrow.

Clearly, he had never heard of this concept before.

Jigoro's eyes were like torches, and his gaze towards Ryosuke was shining, as if a piece of unpolished jade, after being tempered a thousand times, was finally beginning to shine.

"I never imagined that after your trip to the Purgatory Clan, you would actually learn this signature skill."

"Although it is still very immature, it is definitely a battle of wills."

"It is more closely integrated with your breathing technique and sword skills, so its power is naturally incomparable."

Upon hearing this, Liangjie nodded.

"I was fortunate enough to grasp it, thanks to Mr. Purgatory's guidance."

Although the shadows of his past life still linger, he has genuine respect for Makijuro.

Many people in the previous life followed the principle of "teaching the apprentice to starve the master".

Makijuro's willingness to guide his juniors without reservation is truly remarkable.

"Don't belittle yourself."

Ciwulang shook his head: "The difficulty of fighting spirit lies in the condensation and sublimation of mind and power. Countless swordsmen spend their entire lives but cannot reach the threshold."

"Your ability to achieve initial mastery in such a short time demonstrates your potential and comprehension."

"That guy, Rengoku Makijuro, actually did something good this time."

Yu Sui Tengen, who was standing to the side, listened with his eyes shining.

"Battle aura! Magnificent! Absolutely magnificent!"

He suddenly grabbed Ryosuke's arm.

"Ryosuke! Quick! Try it again! Let me really feel it! This is absolutely the key to making my Sound Breathing even more magnificent!"

Ryosuke: "..."

He knew this would happen.

Thus, under the enthusiastic and forceful dragging of Tengen Uzui, Ryosuke quickly threw himself into a new round of sparring.

The afternoon in Momoyama was once again filled with thunder and sonic booms, as well as Uzui Tengen's energetic laughter.

However, creating one's own breathing techniques and sword moves is by no means easy.

After three days of intensive training, although Tengen Uzui became increasingly proficient in using the First Form, the Second Form he envisioned remained shrouded in mystery, difficult to truly grasp.

Every time I feel like I'm about to grasp a spark of inspiration, it slips away in the next collision.

"Tsk! Still not right! Not fancy enough!"

Yu Sui Tengen took a step back and shook his slightly sore arm.

"It feels like I'm just missing that little bit! The timing of my breathing and the release of power is always a bit off!"

Ryosuke sheathed his sword and stood there, slightly out of breath.

His fighting spirit became more refined through repeated sparring, but the high-intensity training and practice sessions were taking their toll.

"Take a break. Pioneering a path is not something that can be accomplished in a day," Ryosuke advised.

Although Uzui Tengen was unwilling, he knew that Ryosuke's words made sense.

Just as the two were about to rest, footsteps came from the corridor outside the courtyard.

"Ryosuke-nii! We're back!"

Arrive before anyone arrives.

Pear Blossom skipped over and hugged Ryosuke tightly.

She returned safely after completing her first mission.

However, unlike her earlier self, Shota, who was following behind her, looked dejected.

He watched the two being intimate, and although Shota was furious, he didn't have the energy to scold Ryosuke. He simply lay down in the corridor to rest.

"Ryosuke-nii! The mission was so tiring!"

Pear Blossom nuzzled against his chest, deliberately drawing out her words in a soft, coquettish tone.

"The mountain roads were so difficult to walk on, it was so dark at night, and that ghost looked absolutely terrifying~ It scared me to death~"

Shota's lips twitched.

You little rascal, you have two faces!

What you say is completely different from how you act in public!

Ryosuke noticed Shota's unusual behavior and rubbed Rika's head.

"It's good to be back. You must be tired. Go and get some rest."

"No way~ Ryosuke-nii, I'm telling you, that demon was really mean, it even tried to ambush me..."

Pear Blossom hugged him even tighter and began chattering as she recounted her mission experience.

However, she used a lot of interjections, focusing entirely on creating a terrifying atmosphere and highlighting her own weakness, pitifulness, and helplessness.

Shota, who was listening nearby, rolled his eyes so hard they almost disappeared into the back of his head.

In the end, it was Jigoro who arrived and managed to pull the clingy Rika off Ryosuke so that the two siblings could go wash their hands and eat first.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward during lunch.

Pear Blossom ate with relish, occasionally putting food on Ryosuke's plate.

Shota, however, seemed to have lost his appetite, his eyes frequently glancing at Rika.

Ryosuke noticed Shota's unusual behavior.

Logically speaking, this should be Rika's first mission, so the difficulty shouldn't be too high, and with Shota accompanying her, even if there are any setbacks, it shouldn't be too troublesome.

After the meal, Ryosuke handed Shota a glass of water.

"What's wrong? Did the mission not go well?" Ryosuke sat down next to him and asked directly.

Shota took the water glass and gave a wry smile.

"It's not going smoothly at all, it's been going too smoothly..."

Chapter 40 The Second and Third Forms of Sound!

Ryosuke raised an eyebrow: "Then why are you still looking so sullen?"

Shota took a deep breath and lowered his voice.

"The demon we encountered wasn't that strong, but it was extremely cunning... It used blood demon magic to create clones and make noise to lure me away."

"By the time I realized it was a diversionary tactic and rushed back... the battle was already over."

Shota paused, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

“I saw Pear Blossom standing on the street corner, with the ghost’s still-burning head under her feet… She was actually listening intently to the ghost’s dying words.”

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