"Alright!"
"Mr. Yoriichi, please be careful."
After hearing Yoriichi accept, Ieyasu became visibly excited.
Without employing any sophisticated techniques, Ieyasu immediately sprinted toward Yoriichi.
At that moment, Yoriichi could clearly hear a rushing sound coming from Ieyasu's body.
It was the sound of blood surging through his veins—like a roaring river, powerful and imposing.
Based solely on this physical vitality, Yoriichi judged that aside from the very top swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps—most swordsmen, without using Total Concentration Breathing, would likely be weaker to Ieyasu.
"Mr. Ieyasu's physique is remarkable."
"With proper training, you could certainly become a very powerful person."
Watching Ieyasu close the distance of more than ten meters in less than a second, Yoriichi offered his praise without hesitation.
To possess such strength without even using a Breathing Technique—
If Ieyasu were to master a breathing style and learn Total Concentration Breathing, his strength could rise to a terrifying level.
However, Ieyasu's technique is far too messy.
Despite possessing tremendous explosive power, more than sixty percent of that strength is being wasted.
In less than a second, Ieyasu's strengths and weaknesses were completely laid bare before Yoriichi's eyes.
Clang!
Under Sayo's surprised gaze, Ieyasu's heavy, forceful strike was blocked by Yoriichi—using only one hand.
Moreover, Yoriichi's arm didn't even tremble.
He stood as steady as a rock.
"You actually blocked it."
"Mr. Yoriichi, you're really strong."
Seeing his attack stopped so effortlessly, Ieyasu didn't feel discouraged at all. Instead, he laughed and rubbed his nose.
"Then I don't need to hold back!"
"Mr. Yoriichi, get ready to experience my power!"
After speaking, Ieyasu took a deep breath and launched a barrage of attacks.
Each strike was fierce, domineering, and overwhelming in momentum.
Just as Yoriichi had predicted, Ieyasu lacks polished technique. Back in their village, whether it was Ieyasu, Sayo, or the yet-to-arrive Tatsumi, their training mainly focused on strengthening their bodies.
If technique was lacking, make up for it with raw power.
Unfortunately, the gap between Ieyasu and Yoriichi was simply too great.
Clang!
Clang! Clang!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of metal clashing echoed through the alley.
Every single strike from Ieyasu was casually deflected by Yoriichi.
From beginning to end, Ieyasu failed to move Yoriichi even slightly.
After continuing for a while, Ieyasu finally stopped, exhausted.
"Ha… ha…"
"Alright, I admit it Mr. Yoriichi, you're stronger."
Looking at Yoriichi, whose expression had not changed and whose breathing remained calm the entire time, Ieyasu conceded. He sat down on the ground, admitting defeat.
Only after personally crossing blades did Ieyasu truly realize how terrifying Yoriichi's strength was.
Smiling helplessly, he said,
"Looks like I still need to train harder."
Ever since leaving the village, Ieyasu had been full of confidence, right up until sparring with Yoriichi.
But now, that confidence has been humbled.
Yoriichi appeared only fifteen or sixteen years old.
Yet the gap in their strength was overwhelming.
"Mr. Ieyasu's strength is already very impressive."
"To generate such power without using a Breathing Technique…"
Yoriichi smiled gently.
"If you learn a Breathing Technique, you'll definitely become even stronger."
After their brief exchange, Yoriichi had developed some admiration for Ieyasu.
Pure conviction. Exceptional physical ability.
If he learned a suitable Breathing Technique and wielded a Nichirin Blade, he would undoubtedly become a core combatant of the Demon Slayer Corps.
For some reason, at that moment, the image of Muzan Kibutsuji surfaced in Yoriichi's mind.
Only you, Muzan Kibutsuji…
You are one I will never forgive.
...
"Mr. Yoriichi…"
"Are you going to teach Ieyasu that… Breathing Technique?"
Hearing Yoriichi's words, Sayo's heart began to race.
From what Yoriichi had just said, it wasn't hard to deduce that his incredible strength was closely related to this so-called Breathing Technique.
A secret capable of strengthening people like this—
It could form the foundation of a powerful organization lasting for centuries.
For example, the Empire's most famous warrior training ground, Kouken Temple, was an ancient institution even older than the thousand-year Empire itself. Its influence ran deep, and even the Empire couldn't easily interfere with it.
And yet, Yoriichi seemed willing to teach such a method to Ieyasu.
How could Sayo not feel excited?
If they mastered such a technique, achieving success wouldn't just be possible. It would be inevitable.
"This isn't something especially precious."
Seeing Sayo's excitement, Yoriichi smiled gently.
"If Miss Sayo is willing to learn, you can too."
"Both Mr. Ieyasu and Miss Sayo are very talented."
"If it's you two, you'll definitely be able to master Breathing Techniques."
"You might even create your own unique breathing style."
"However…"
At this point, sorrow appeared on Yoriichi's face.
He remembered the companions he had met during his time in the Demon Slayer Corps…
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