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

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A crisp sound rang out from behind.

Rika rushed to Ryosuke, her big eyes filled with pure joy.

"You're finally back! Was it fun outside? Did anything interesting happen? Tell me about it!"

She naturally tugged at Ryosuke's sleeve and shook it gently.

Shota: (╬▔Van▔)

When Shota saw this, the veins on his forehead bulged and his fists clenched even tighter.

"Well, I'm back."

Ryosuke ruffled Rinka's hair and casually said, "It's just like that outside, we only killed a few demons."

"How many did you kill? What kind of ghosts were they?" Pear Blossom's interest grew even stronger.

Shota stood to the side with his arms crossed, and chuckled.

"Tch! What powerful creatures could he possibly kill? Probably just some ghosts who've only eaten two or three people!"

Ryosuke yawned and spoke casually.

"It's alright. The head and body can separate and each do its own thing. It's called the Flying Head Barbarian. It's a bit troublesome to chop them down."

"Another one likes to sing to young girls in the middle of the night and give them seashells to coax them. His name is Meng E. His blood demon magic is quite annoying. It can drill into people's brains and is very noisy."

Shota's expression froze instantly.

Flying Head Barbarian? Dream Calamity?!

Those two eerie demons from the Demon Slayer Corps that were making headlines the other day?!

Shota opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to question.

You're just bragging, bro!

But seeing Ryosuke's lazy and unresponsive attitude, he swallowed his words back, his face turning pale and then red.

"What nonsense are you spouting now?"

Jigoro walked over, leaning on his cane. His gaze swept over Shota's frustrated face and finally landed on Ryosuke.

Ryosuke and Rika called out at the same time.

Jigoro pulled a neatly folded letter from his pocket, the envelope bearing a distinctive flame emblem.

He handed the letter to Ryosuke, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Take a look at this. It's from Rengoku Makijuro, the Flame Pillar."

Ryosuke raised an eyebrow and unfolded the letter.

The handwriting on the letter was so strong it seemed to penetrate the paper, and the whole letter exuded the unique bold style of the Purgatory School, with only one core meaning.

"Become my stepson!"

"Become my stepson soon!!"

"Hurry up and become my stepson, Ryosuke-san!!!"

Shota craned his neck to see what was going on, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Flame Pillar! Stepson!

This is an honor and opportunity that no one in the Demon Slayer Corps would even dare to dream of!

This kid…this kid actually…

"Mr. Makijuro is quite enthusiastic."

Ryosuke skimmed through the letter, folded it neatly, and stuffed it back into the envelope, his tone flat and expressionless.

"However, I refused."

"what?!"

Shota screamed, as if he had heard the most absurd thing in the world.

"You...you refused?! The position of Lord Flame Pillar's stepson?! Have you lost your mind?!"

He even wanted to chop Ryosuke up on the spot!

Ciwulang also frowned.

"Why refuse? Makijuro is the Flame Pillar, with outstanding strength and a personality... well, he is a bit bold, but he is upright and incorruptible. Becoming his stepson would be a rare opportunity and a great help to you, something many people would kill for!"

"I know."

Ryosuke rubbed his slightly throbbing temples.

I can't exactly say that my past life experiences left me with psychological trauma...

"Mr. Makijuro is a good person and very strong, but..."

Ryosuke paused and looked at Jigoro with a cheeky smile: "First: I can't learn Flame Breathing. It's not my style, and it would be a waste of time to force myself to learn it."

"Secondly: I really couldn't handle his loud voice and enthusiasm."

"Third..."

Ryosuke dragged out his words, chuckling under Jigoro's slightly puzzled gaze.

"I can't bear to leave you, Grandpa! Momoyama is so wonderful. I have Grandpa to teach me, Shota to encourage me, and Rika to take care of me. Why would I run so far away?"

This almost coquettish, shameless talk was incredibly effective.

Jigoro's tense seriousness softened instantly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a helpless yet loving smile.

He feigned anger and tapped Ryosuke lightly with his cane.

"You brat! All you do is talk nonsense!"

The words were reproachful, but the tone was incredibly soft.

Although he was envious, he also knew that Ryosuke had earned all of this through his own abilities.

There's nothing to be jealous of; it's just youthful competitiveness and a bit of envy!

Pear Blossom smiled secretly, her lips pursed.

Ryosuke said he couldn't bear to leave Momoyama!

They must be reluctant to part with me!

After laughing and scolding, Jigoro looked at Ryosuke's slightly pale face and changed the subject.

“But Ryosuke, you’re not young anymore, you’re seventeen. Look at our lord, he’s already a father of two at such a young age.”

Ryosuke's lips twitched.

That familiar set of phrases! That familiar tone!

It's a barrage of pressure to get married!!!

As expected, Jigoro stared at him expectantly, with the excitement of an old child trying to find out a secret.

"You travel all over the country on missions, and you meet a lot of people..."

Have you met any girls you clicked with?

Ryosuke's lips twitched.

Rika, who was eavesdropping nearby, immediately perked up her ears, her little hands instinctively tightening the hem of her clothes, and she nervously and expectantly peeked at Ryosuke.

Even Shota, who was sulking, listened intently.

Gossip is a human instinct.

Ryosuke felt a chill run down his spine under Jigoro's probing gaze.

He initially intended to brush it off with a casual remark, but then hesitated.

If you can fool someone once, they'll fool you a second time; if you can fool someone twice, they'll fool you a third time.

However, if it catches your eye...

Suddenly, the image of that Japanese-style room in Asakusa flashed through Ryosuke's mind.

The woman was elegant and serene, with hair as black as clouds. Her temperament was gentle and refined, carrying a tenderness and resilience that had endured many hardships, as well as the fleeting coolness at her fingertips during parting...

Ryosuke, as if possessed, blurted it out without thinking.

"Hmm... if I really had to say, there is such a person."

Ciwulang's eyes lit up instantly, as if two lanterns had been lit.

"Oh? Tell me quickly! Which family's daughter is she? Where does she live? What does she do? How old is she?"

A barrage of questions came crashing down on me.

Pear Blossom's heart sank, and she clenched her fists even tighter.

Shota moved closer and smiled.

He has a girlfriend outside!

Then you can't harm my sister anymore!

Chapter 16 Pear Blossom is Unhappy!

Ryosuke was so engrossed in his impression of Tamayo that he didn't notice the change in the atmosphere around him and continued to describe her based on his feelings.

"She has a very gentle personality, a good temper, and is very tolerant. Her temperament... well, it's very special, with a kind of refined charm. She's also older than me, and as for her figure..."

He tried hard to recall the outline of Tamayo's elegant kimono, carefully considering the words.

"...Well-proportioned and well-endowed, quite good."

Pear Blossom was completely dumbfounded!

She subconsciously looked down at her own somewhat immature and small body...

Lihua: Σ_(???‖∠)!

Ryosuke-nii! So that's what you like!!!

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