Chapter 270: The Demon Slayer Corps' Shock—Has the Master Gone Mad?
Yoriichi blinked.
Something felt off.
He had just been immersed in the memory of sword practice, his mind burning with the strongest resolve to fight.
If this had happened to the current generation of Demon Slayers, it would've been a clear sign that a Mark was awakening.
And yet…
he had just been killed by a monster labeled the weakest?
He couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.
As the Master of the Demon Slayer Corps, he had truly shamed the organization.
Looking around nervously, he saw that nothing in his courtyard had changed since he left—except for a thin layer of wisteria blossoms on the ground.
"Father!"
His son, a talisman stuck to his forehead, rushed over the instant he reappeared.
Even though he had made his intentions clear,
Yoriichi was not a mere figurehead. He wasn't the kind of leader whose death would be accepted calmly.
Even wracked by illness, his charisma alone had kept every member of the Demon Slayer Corps wholeheartedly loyal.
His sudden disappearance—or worse, death—
would absolutely throw the entire corps into chaos.
"I'm alright."
His voice was gentle as he hugged his son.
His gaze was full of pity as he looked at the talisman on the boy's forehead.
This curse of the Ubuyashiki family, inherited through their shared bloodline with the Demon King Muzan Kibutsuji, would one day afflict his child too.
Just as it had him.
"I'm sorry, Father!"
The boy nearly collapsed into his arms, overwhelmed with emotion and guilt.
In his excitement, he had forgotten about his father's fragile condition and might've caused him pain.
"It's alright, Kiriya."
Yoriichi turned his head.
He saw that several Hashira had arrived during his time in the Reincarnation Game.
Likely summoned by Kiriya.
"Kyojuro. Shinobu. Tengen. Sanemi."
He named each of the elite swordsmen kneeling before him.
"Master, don't look at me—I was just in the Butterfly Estate making medicine. It wasn't far."
Shinobu waved her hands quickly, smiling. "But Sanemi came running from the far side of the country."
"Shut it! I killed that demon already!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa snapped, clearly flustered.
But the sweat soaking through his uniform and his heaving chest betrayed the truth—Shinobu wasn't lying.
"Good! This is how you should worry about your Master!"
With his usual blazing energy, Rengoku Kyojuro shouted.
Sanemi flinched. "Rengoku, your voice is too damn loud!"
"Apologies!"
Still loud.
Seeing everyone in such high spirits, Yoriichi's own mood lifted.
He waved his hand gently. "I'm glad you all came."
"And… I have good news to share."
His voice trembled with emotion he struggled to contain.
He even suppressed a cough.
"Did you find Muzan's location?!"
Sanemi's eyes lit up.
That kind of urgency in the Master's voice could only mean one thing—
it had to involve their greatest enemy, Muzan Kibutsuji.
The others also looked at him with hope and confusion.
Had Muzan finally been exposed?
But Yoriichi shook his head. "No. And truthfully, with our current strength, I doubt we can defeat him."
His tone held a trace of bitterness.
Even now, they struggled against the Upper Moons.
Facing Muzan, the original demon with a thousand years of strength, seemed a hopeless endeavor.
Looking at the bewildered Hashira, Yoriichi declared:
"I have received a blessing from the gods."
Silence.
Even the normally excitable Rengoku was stunned.
Shinobu and Tengen exchanged looks of disbelief.
Only Sanemi, who had absolute trust in his Master, was elated.
"As expected of the Master! A divine blessing!"
But…
for someone as steady as their leader to say something like this?
"Master… are there really gods in this world?"
Shinobu asked gently, concern clouding her voice.
Though she respected him deeply, she feared he may have been deceived.
They had seen plenty of traveling charlatans peddling false relics and medicines.
Even Tengen and Rengoku looked skeptical.
But Yoriichi remained calm.
"I understand your doubt. I too was unsure when I first saw the invitation."
He raised a hand.
Clang.
He reached into thin air—
and pulled out an iron sword.
"It appeared!"
Rengoku's eyes bulged.
Tengen, covered in jewels and dressed extravagantly, was just as shocked.
"No sound?"
Tengen was trained in Sound Breathing.
Even the smallest noise couldn't escape his ears.
But just now, when the Master drew the sword from nowhere, there hadn't been so much as a rustle of cloth.
Amazing.
"Truly incredible, Master!"
Sanemi blurted.
Shinobu said nothing.
She lacked the same physical sensitivity, but even she could tell something strange was happening.
Yoriichi held out the sword.
"Shinobu, you're a master of medicine. Try holding this."
To bring the starter sword into the real world had cost 20 reward points—
enough to forge four Nichirin blades, and that was excluding the sword's intrinsic value.
But it was worth every point.
"Me? Hold the sword?"
Shinobu was puzzled.
Shouldn't someone like Rengoku, whose physical strength ranked among the top, test its power?
Still, the Master had asked.
So without question, she stepped forward and gripped the blade.
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