“Makoto~ what’s wrong?”
Seeing the faint exhaustion between her boyfriend’s brows, Karuizawa Kei could not help feeling worried.
She pulled him over to the sofa and sat him down, then gently rubbed the space between his brows with her slender, soft fingers.
It was as if she could knead away his fatigue.
“I’m fine. Just a little tired.”
“Then you should rest more.”
Although, she really could not understand why this unemployed man would be tired.
“Are you tired from playing? If you have nothing to do usually, why not go to the gym?”
Kei thought for a moment, then immediately rejected the idea herself.
“Mm, no, that’s not good. I heard female fitness coaches are kind of… you know. Then how about going to university? There’s something like distance-learning universities, right…”
What Karuizawa Kei did not know was that during the time she had taken a bath, her boyfriend had already spent more than half a month in the Sengoku-era Japan of another world.
Could it be because they did that too much?
It was just…
she’d heard people say that men are the oxen and women are the fields, and if they do too much at night, the man’s body wouldn’t be able to handle it or something…
“What’s interesting about going to the university?”
“Then what about work?”
“I’m already financially free. Why would I work?”
Makoto did not think there was anything wrong with him.
He had simply stayed in the wilderness for half a month and was a little tired.
But the harvest this time had absolutely been worth the effort.
Putting aside the two powerful Blood Demon Arts, just the fact that he had obtained “ageless immortality without side effects” was enough to let the excitement on his face wash away some of his fatigue.
Pinching the smooth, tender cheek of the girl in his arms, Makoto revealed a wicked smile.
“You don’t need to worry about me. If I’m really bored, I can actually form a rock band.”
“A band!?”
“Today… or it should still be today, when I came back, I happened to see a promotional poster for Diamond Dust.”
Makoto smiled.
“That means a certain band is probably about to form over in Shin-Kawasaki.”
In terms of rock purity, compared to MyGO, which felt like playing house, and the future Mujica, Makoto undoubtedly preferred the prickly kids’ band.
A fake girls’ band: almost everyone was middle-class or even rich, could casually give up music, opened their mouths to say they would be in a band for life, pressured teammates the moment problems appeared, and every member had their own schemes and conflicts.
A real girls’ band: a factory girl, a technical college student, an unemployed drifter, and a graduating student preparing for exams.
They endured the pressure of life, school, and family, then vented their dissatisfaction through lyrics and performances.
Every live show was an act of rebellion against fate.
If one wanted to play real rock, one had to go to Shin-Kawasaki!
“Sure, then form a band.”
Karuizawa Kei had only just entered Haneoka.
She completely did not understand that forming a band was not something one could do casually.
She simply treated it as her boyfriend finding a healthy hobby and smiled brightly.
“But Makoto, can you play any instruments? If you want to play, you have to seriously learn one. How about I go with you after school tomorrow to buy an instrument?”
“You can play instruments?”
“That isn’t important. What matters is that the band I’m planning to join is almost entirely made up of beautiful girls.”
“Ah?”
“There’s a free-spirited and independent older girl, a small girl who looks cold outside but is warm inside, a tanned Southeast Asian beauty as gentle as a mother, and a perfect JK drummer. And then there’s the vocalist…”
He suddenly paused.
“As for the vocalist, forget it. That one’s a kid.”
Karuizawa Kei’s eyes widened.
“Wh-Why is the whole band made of girls!?”
“It’s the great girls’ band era. That’s just the trend.”
“Makoto~~”
The girl who had just encouraged him to form a band now had a bitter little face.
She immediately changed her words.
“I suddenly remembered that Anon-chan from my class said playing in a band requires a lot of time for practice.”
Kei looked up at him.
“I think that would take up a lot of the time we spend together, so maybe forget it?”
“…”
“Hey, hey, okay?”
This little golden retriever was really afraid of being abandoned by her owner.
“All right. I was teasing you.”
“What the heck…”
Makoto held her soft, sweet body tighter.
Under Karuizawa Kei’s relieved gaze, he kissed her lips.
Several minutes later, the soothed little golden retriever breathed heavily, her eyes hazy.
Nestled in her boyfriend’s warm arms, Kei’s body went soft, and she did not want to do anything.
She did not want to play with her phone.
She did not want to look at her phone either.
And so, the living room became quiet.
Makoto also enjoyed this little bit of warm silence.
But before long, he could not help staring at his data panel.
His thoughts gradually drifted away.
“After adding sixty points to energy, I can definitely feel that some kind of strange power has appeared inside my body.”
“It’s like I suddenly opened a mana bar.”
“But aside from increasing the power of my Blood Demon Arts, that energy doesn’t seem to have any other use.”
“Did I add too little?”
Looking at the plus signs behind his two skills, then at his seventy points of energy, and finally at the one hundred remaining points…
Makoto became somewhat hesitant.
“Should I raise a skill level, or should I increase the mana bar’s upper limit?”
After thinking deeply for a long time, he decided to ask a game expert for help.
Taking out his phone, he opened a certain gaming discussion group and found a certain game expert he had deliberately befriended.
The other side replied pretty quickly.
[Pleia: 1]
[Modern Emperor: I ran into a game stat-allocation problem. Help.]
[Pleia: What game?]
[Modern Emperor: You don’t need to worry about that. Anyway, there are three choices.]
[Modern Emperor: One is pure physical attack. High damage, high penetration, fast damage output, but small range.]
[Modern Emperor: Another is a physical and mental dual attack. Damage is also high, and the range is huge, but the damage comes out a little slower.]
[Modern Emperor: The third choice is increasing the mana bar’s upper limit.]
[Modern Emperor: Which one do you think has the best value?]
One minute later.
[Pleia: Is mental attack high-class? Is it rare? If you don’t have other skills that add mental attack, then obviously upgrade the second skill!]
[Modern Emperor: That does make sense. I really only have this one skill with mental attack.]
[Pleia: Of course I make sense. Do you even know how to play games, you scrub?]
That guy’s profile picture grayed out.
He had already gone offline.
“I…”
Makoto’s expression darkened.
Awa Subaru, act arrogant while you still can!
One day, you’re going to fall into my hands…
No, wait, you’re going to fall into my bed.
When that time comes, your mouth had better still be this arrogant!
“Upgrade Six Motions of Heaven and Earth?”
He looked at the second Blood Demon Art.
Six Motions of Heaven and Earth.
Actually, this Blood Demon Art did exist in the original Demon Slayer manga.
It was Muzan’s final trump card and also his strongest attack method.
It was a powerful wide-area shockwave released with himself at the center.
Even while weakened after aging by nine thousand years, it could still throw a person’s entire nervous system into disorder, causing spasms and leaving them unable to move.
It had also knocked out the Serpent Hashira and killed all the crows on the battlefield.
Summary: It possessed powerful wide-area physical destructive power and could also attack another person’s five senses and six consciousnesses.
In the manga, this Blood Demon Art had no name.
Kibutsuji Makoto was more cultured and refined than Kibutsuji Muzan.
He named it “Six Motions of Heaven and Earth,” forcibly connecting it to Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva in Buddhism to show off the depth of a cultured man.
One had to admit, this Blood Demon Art was indeed very powerful.
“Then it’s you!”
“Add points. All of them!”
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