“Makoto~ What’s wrong?”
Seeing the fatigue between her boyfriend’s brows, Kei couldn’t help but worry.
She pulled him to sit on the sofa, gently massaging his brow with her slender, soft fingers.
As if she could knead away the fatigue.
“It’s nothing, just a little tired.”
“Then rest a bit more.”
Although she couldn’t understand why this unemployed man would be tired: “Did you get tired from playing?
If you’re free normally, why not go work out?
Hmm, no, no, I heard female fitness instructors are quite…
so how about going to university?
There seems to be some correspondence course university or something…”
What Kei didn’t know was.
In the time it took her to take a bath, her boyfriend had already spent more than half a month in the Japanese Warring States period of another world.
She was shyly thinking to herself: Could it be because we did it too much?
It’s just…
I heard men are like oxen, and women are like the earth, and if you do it too much at night, a man’s body might not be able to handle it…
“What’s so interesting about going to school?”
“What about going to work?”
“I’m already financially free, why would I go to work?”
Makoto didn’t think there was anything wrong with himself.
He had just spent half a month in the wilderness and was a bit tired, but the gains from this trip were absolutely worth the effort.
Forget about the two powerful Blood Demon Arts.
Just the aspect of “side-effect-free immortality” alone made the excitement on his face overshadow some of his fatigue.
Pinching the smooth cheek of the girl in his arms, Makoto revealed a mischievous smile: “You don’t need to worry about me.
If I’m really that bored, I could actually go start a rock band.”
“A band!?”
“Today…
I think it was today, on my way back, I happened to see a promotional poster for Diamond Dust.
That means a band is probably forming over in Shin-Kawasaki.”
In terms of rock purity.
Compared to the child’s play of MyGO!!!!!
and the future Mujica, he undoubtedly prefers the edgy band with the kid sister.
Fake girl bands: Members are all petty bourgeoisie or even wealthy heiresses, can give up music on a whim, talk about forming a band for life easily, pressure their bandmates when problems arise, each member has their own agenda, full of conflicts.
Real girl bands: Have factory girls, Jujutsu High students, unemployed drifters, graduating students studying for exams, endure multiple pressures from life, studies, and family, vent their frustrations in lyrics and performances, every live show is a rebellion against fate.
If you really want to play rock, you have to go to Shin-Kawasaki!
“Okay, then let’s start a band.”
Kei had just enrolled at Haneoka.
She simply thought her boyfriend had found a healthy hobby and said with a smile: “But Makoto, do you even know how to play an instrument?
If you want to do it, you have to seriously learn an instrument.
I’ll go with you to buy one after school tomorrow?”
“Instruments…
I know a few.”
“You know how to play instruments?”
“That’s not important.
What’s important is that the band members I’m planning to join are almost all beautiful girls.”
“Huh?”
“There’s a unique and free-spirited big sister, a petite girl who’s cold on the outside but warm on the inside, a gentle Southeast Asian dark-skinned beauty like a mother figure, a perfect JK drummer, and a lead singer…”
He suddenly paused: “Forget the lead singer, that’s a kid.”
Kei’s eyes widened: “How…
how come the band is all girls!?”
“It’s the era of big girl bands, that’s the trend.”
“Makoto~~”
The girl who had just encouraged him to start a band now wore a bitter expression and changed her tune: “I suddenly remembered Little Ai in my class said that playing in a band requires a lot of time for practice.
I think that would take up a lot of our time together, so maybe let’s not?”
“…”
“Hey, hey, is that okay?”
So afraid of being abandoned by her master, this little golden retriever.
“Alright, I was just teasing you.”
“What the…”
Makoto tightened his embrace around her soft, sweet body and, under Kei’s reassured gaze, kissed her lips.
Several minutes later, the soothed little golden retriever gasped for air, her eyes dazed.
Nestled in her boyfriend’s warm embrace, Kei’s body felt limp, not wanting to do anything.
Didn’t want to play with her phone.
Didn’t want to look at her phone either.
Thus, the living room fell quiet.
Makoto was also enjoying this bit of warmth and quiet, but before long, he couldn’t help but stare at his own status panel.
His thoughts gradually drifted.
“Added sixty energy points.
I can really feel a strange energy inside my body now, like I’ve been given a mana bar out of thin air.”
“But besides boosting the power of Blood Demon Arts, that energy doesn’t seem to have any other use?”
“Did I add too little?”
Looking at the plus signs behind the two skills, then looking at the seventy energy attribute.
Finally, looking at the remaining hundred points…
Makoto felt hesitant.
After pondering for a long time, he decided to ask a gaming expert for help.
Taking out his phone, opening a certain game discussion group, Makoto found a certain gaming expert he had deliberately befriended.
[Modern Emperor: Are you there?]
The reply came quite quickly.
[Pleia: 1]
[Modern Emperor: I’m having trouble with stat allocation in a game, help.]
[Pleia: What game?]
[Modern Emperor: Don’t worry about that.
Anyway, there are three choices: one is pure physical attack, high damage, high penetration, fast damage application, but small area; another is physical and mental dual attack, also high damage, large area, just a bit slower damage application; the third choice is to increase mana bar capacity…
Which one do you think is the most cost-effective to upgrade?]
One minute later.
[Pleia: Is mental attack high-tier?
Rare?
If you don’t have other skills with mental attack, then definitely upgrade the second skill!]
[Modern Emperor: That seems reasonable.
I really only have this one skill with mental attack.]
[Pleia: Of course it’s reasonable.
Do you even know how to play games, you scrub.]
That guy’s avatar turned gray; he was already offline.
“I…”
Makoto’s expression darkened.
Anzu Subaru, just you wait and see!
One day you’ll fall into my hands…
no, onto my bed.
Your mouth better be that arrogant then!
“Upgrade Six Movements of Heaven and Earth?”
He looked at the second Blood Demon Art, Six Movements of Heaven and Earth.
Actually, in the original Demon Slayer manga, this Blood Demon Art exists: it was Muzan’s final trump card, his strongest attack.
A powerful shockwave emitted from his body over a wide area.
Even in his weakened state after aging nine thousand years, it could still disrupt the entire human nervous system, causing spasms and paralysis, knock the Snake Hashira unconscious, and kill all the crows on the scene.
Summary: Possesses both powerful wide-area physical destructive power and the ability to attack others’ five senses and perceptions.
And in the manga, this Blood Demon Art had no name.
Kibutsuji Makoto was more cultured and profound than Kibutsuji Muzan.
He named it “Six Movements of Heaven and Earth,” forcibly linking it to the Buddhist Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta to show off his cultural depth.
It has to be said, this Blood Demon Art is indeed very powerful.
“Then it’s you!”
“Add points, all of them!”
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