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

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His every swing was precise in angle and force, and highly efficient.

It is clearly the result of combining the breathing techniques taught by Kanae with his own instincts.

Ryosuke's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the dismantled wood, feeling a strange sensation as if he were chopping wood with a Nichirin sword technique.

On the other side, Ichiro was gathering and bundling the wood his younger brother had chopped.

He was much stronger than Muichiro, so he didn't find it difficult to move the load.

The two brothers had a clear division of labor and worked together seamlessly.

Ryosuke went over and helped Ichiro lift a heavy bundle of timber.

Ichiro looked up at him, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything and continued with his work.

With his busy schedule coming to an end, Muichiro wiped his sweat and subconsciously glanced behind Ryosuke.

"Mr. Ryosuke, didn't Butterfly Sister come today?"

"They have something to do!"

Ryosuke ruffled Muichiro's hair.

"What's wrong? You're only thinking about your Butterfly Sister. You're not happy that I'm here?"

"No no!"

Muichiro quickly shook his head, tidying his hair, his cheeks slightly flushed.

Watching the two laughing and joking, Ichiro remained silent and went to the kitchen to cook.

Ryosuke glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, shook his head and chuckled.

"She's really good at enduring..."

He withdrew his gaze and turned it back to Muichiro.

"Muichiro."

"I'll practice with you today."

Muichiro nodded and immediately picked up the training wooden sword, eager to try it out.

However, he regretted it the next second.

Ryosuke directly from Europe and America!

They brought out the same intensity and standards as they had used to train Sanemi and the other two!

The figure approached like a ghost, showing no mercy!

"Your footsteps are too unsteady!"

"His breathing is erratic! His breathing is erratic!"

"Prediction! Where's your instinct?! Are you waiting for me to tell you where to shoot?!"

The dull thud of the wooden sword striking and Muichiro's cry of pain replaced the previous harmony.

Ryosuke is not only ruthless in his actions, but also in his harsh language.

Although it doesn't contain any profanity, it's still very offensive, constantly amplifying Muichiro's flaws and mistakes.

Muichiro gritted his teeth, being knocked down time and time again, only to get up again and again.

But he was still a child after all, and his temperament was far less resilient than that of Sanemi and the others.

After experiencing Kanae's gentle guidance, Ryosuke's grueling training proved too much for both his mind and body.

Muichiro's hand holding the wooden sword trembled slightly, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

In the kitchen, the sound of the cleaver chopping on the cutting board grew louder and more urgent.

Ryosuke knocked Muichiro to the ground again, followed by a cold assessment.

"You think you can wield a knife with this level of skill?"

Ichiro rushed out and stood in front of Muichiro, glaring fiercely at Ryosuke.

"You bastard! Don't go too far!"

Ichiro's voice was exceptionally angry.

"We never said we wanted to join the Demon Slayer Corps! What right do you have to train my brother like this! What right do you have to insult him like this!"

Ryosuke raised an eyebrow and looked at him indifferently.

Muichiro struggled to stand up straight.

"Brother, it's okay, I can still..."

Yuichiro interrupted him, staring intently at Ryosuke.

"He went too far! Why are you defending him? You're clearly very talented!"

Ichiro pointed at Ryosuke and roared.

"Ask him himself! In the same time period as you, could he compare to you?!"

Plan is in order! Plan is in order!

Ryosuke didn't answer Ichiro's question; instead, he flicked his wrist and threw the wooden sword over.

Yuichiro instinctively caught it.

Ryosuke picked up a twig from the ground, weighed it in his hand, and pointed it at Ichiro.

"In the same amount of training time, I really can't compare to him."

Ryosuke smiled and said, "But you have no right to say that to me."

With a sword flourish in his hand, Ryosuke curled his lips into a smile, his gaze sharp.

"You're not happy? Then come and fight me, it's that simple."

With gritted teeth, Yuichiro's pent-up emotions were finally ignited.

He let out a low growl and charged forward on instinct!

The wooden sword, accompanied by a whistling sound, cleaved straight through the bright interface door.

While his speed was still lacking, his power and accuracy were significantly better than when Muichiro first wielded the sword.

The Tokito brothers' talents are stronger and more outrageous than the last.

However, Ryosuke neither dodged nor avoided the attack, but instead flicked his wrist.

The branch swirled and struck the wooden knife precisely!

Ichiro's attack was deflected by a clever move, causing him to stumble and leave his defense wide open.

"Full of flaws."

Ryosuke whipped him on the buttocks with a tree branch.

Yuichiro almost died on the spot, covering his buttocks with a mixture of shame and anger.

After regaining his footing, he swung his sword horizontally again.

This time the offensive was faster and fiercer, and the movements were more agile.

It is no exaggeration to say that their strength has increased exponentially.

Ryosuke did not retreat, but accepted them one by one, his eyes shining with even greater joy.

"elder brother……"

Muichiro was stunned for a moment when he saw Ichiro's actions.

Finally, Yuichiro was knocked to the ground again, panting heavily.

Ryosuke laughed, tossed the branch aside, and extended his right hand toward him.

"He's very talented, just like your younger brother."

Chapter 144 Are you even human?!

Yuichiro glanced at Muichiro, who looked guilty, and realized that he had fallen into their trap.

This guy and Muichiro are testing me!

Ichiro pushed Ryosuke's hand away and got up on his own.

"I don't want to cook tonight. Eat whatever you like!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickened his pace and walked toward the wooden house, still fuming.

"elder brother……"

Muichiro's words of explanation stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered.

He tugged at Ryosuke's sleeve, his little face filled with anxiety.

"Mr. Ryosuke, my brother seems really angry, what should we do?"

Ryosuke stroked his chin, giving an irrelevant answer: "Eat whatever you want..."

"Mr. Ryousuke!"

Muichiro called out to him.

"Don't worry, this isn't the first time he's been angry."

Ryosuke grabbed Muichiro's arm and said generously, "Come on, I'll treat you to something nice."

"Yes, but..."

Before Muichiro could finish speaking, Ryosuke pulled him down the mountain.

When Yuchiro saw this scene from inside the house, he almost overturned the table.

This bastard! ! !

Down on the mountain, Ryosuke took Muichiro to a restaurant for a nice meal.

Muichiro wanted to bring Yuichiro some food, but Ryosuke stopped him.