“Ex…
Excuse me!
What are your names?!”
The passerby who had gotten up from the ground looked at the two before him.
After hesitating for a moment, he decided to ask Chika and Tanjiro their names.
“Kamado Tanjiro.”
“Kamado Chinatsu.”
“Siblings?”
“Older sister!
And younger brother!”
Chika, somewhat angry, immediately extended a finger to point and correct his mistaken address.
The passerby was startled by the strong reaction and was simultaneously surprised to think that they were actually siblings.
His gaze swept over Chika’s body, sliding down from her cheeks to land on her chest.
Noticing this person’s subtle gaze, the corner of Chika’s mouth twitched slightly.
After Chika erupted with intense hostility, the person was so scared that he hurriedly turned around and scrambled out of Chika’s line of sight.
“Honestly, how rude.”
Chika placed a hand on her hip and couldn’t help but click her tongue.
Tanjiro stood awkwardly beside her, not daring to make a sound.
He remembered his older sister used to be like this too.
Once, their youngest brother, Kamado Rokuta, had made a comment about their sister’s chest.
The usually gentle sister immediately put down the kitchen knife she was holding, squinted her eyes, and extended both hands to drill her knuckles into Rokuta’s temples.
For a while after that, Kamado Rokuta was quite afraid of their sister.
After the high-level demon “Hand Demon,” which was beyond the level of the beginner area, was annihilated, the level of demons on Mount Fujikasane returned to the normal standard of the Final Selection.
Although they could have just left it at that, Tanjiro was a kind soul.
How could he stand idly by when he saw demons killing people?
As for Chika, she took the opportunity to use the low-level demons to hone her swordsmanship, without using any Breathing Technique.
The Final Selection lasted for seven days.
The first few days were fine, just normal demon-slaying.
But in the later days, the entire situation on Mount Fujikasane took a complete 180-degree turn.
Demons killing people?
Now, when demons saw Chika and Tanjiro, their bodies would tremble, and they would immediately turn tail and run without daring to look back.
Because of these two little monsters, by the final days of the Final Selection, these demons had even entered an ultimate game of hide-and-seek, hiding themselves so thoroughly that even with Tanjiro’s navigation-like nose, they couldn’t confirm for sure whether they had completely cleared Mount Fujikasane of demons. Find the original chapter at g.com.
Upon leaving the demon-hunting area of Mount Fujikasane and arriving at the exit, the surviving demon slayers were standing there.
Chika took a quick glance and saw that the number of survivors wasn’t much higher than in the original story, only a few more.
Well, after all, the test lasted a full seven days, and there were too many uncontrollable factors.
But ultimately, it was because they were too weak.
Those with weak strength, even if they became members of the Demon Slayer Corps, wouldn’t be effective combatants and might even become burdens holding others back.
“I’m going to die, I’m going to die.
Even if I survive here, I’ll die in the end…”
A boy with yellow hair lowered his head and muttered softly under his breath, emitting a dense aura of negativity that attracted Tanjiro’s attention.
Meanwhile, Chika focused her attention on Kanao.
Among all those present, her clothes were the cleanest, not a speck of dirt or mud visible on them.
As Chika’s attention settled on Kanao, Kanao quickly noticed Chika’s gaze.
She slightly turned her head to look at Chika, who was watching her, and once again revealed a professional, practiced smile.
The two children in kimonos who had announced the rules before the Final Selection began walked out again.
Their eyes were wide open, and their pupils were so peculiar that Chika internally Make complaints (Make complaints) that these ringed eyes were almost a match for the Rinnegan from that other series.
Fewer rings over there, more rings here, but the base color was similar.
After the two briefly introduced that those who had now passed the selection had become the lowest-ranking “Mizunoto” level members of the Demon Slayer Corps, they both lightly clapped their hands together.
Suddenly, the sound of cawing crows filled the air.
“Starting today, Kasugai Crows will accompany you.
The main function of the Kasugai Crows is to communicate with other crows, thereby transmitting information over long distances…
Huh?
How could…”
Before the two could finish speaking, a scene that surprised even them forced them to interrupt their announcement.
A crow perched on the hands of Tanjiro and the others.
The yellow-haired Zenitsu Agatsuma blinked in confusion because what landed on his hand wasn’t a crow at all, but a small sparrow.
But that wasn’t the main point!
Although Zenitsu’s case was strange, at least some creature had landed on him.
Meanwhile, Chika, standing next to Tanjiro, was currently tilting her head back and looking up.
The crow above her head was continuously flapping its wings, circling in the air, showing no sign of wanting to descend and land on Chika.
“Huh?
How could this be?
The specially trained Kasugai Crows shouldn’t be afraid of strangers.
The two spoke in unison, and Chika soon lowered her raised head.
This crow…
whatever, it’s fine if I don’t have one.
I can still use Tanjiro’s crow~
Just as Chika thought this, she turned her head to look at Tanjiro beside her.
The crow on Tanjiro’s hand saw Chika turn her gaze towards it and, scared, hurriedly flapped its wings, jumping from the arm closest to Chika to Tanjiro’s other arm.
The entire area fell silent…
Chika’s expression was somewhat subtle (subtle/complicated), thinking to herself that even a crow wouldn’t give her face.
The two watching this scene fell into silence.
They originally wanted to observe a bit longer, but one of the successful candidates with a hot temper directly shook the crow off his arm.
He strode forward towards these two, saying as he walked, “Who cares about crows!
The sword!
Give me the sword!
The Demon Slayer Corps’ sword, the color-changing blade, the nichirin blade!”
Just as he reached out to grab the hair of one of the two, two figures suddenly flashed past him, one on each side.
Tanjiro stood seriously on his right, his extended hand gripping the wrist of the arm that was about to act.
On his left stood Chika.
Did you think Chika reached out to grab his other hand?
No, no, no.
Chika reached out and grabbed his hair.
The scene was quite funny (ridiculous/comical).
“Calm down.”
“Huh?!”
The man’s eyes widened.
At that moment, both of them began to exert force.
Tanjiro, originally strong from being a woodcutter, combined with the enhanced physique from “Total Concentration Breathing Constant,” if he used his full strength, could easily fracture bones with his grip alone.
But under this grip, what worried him wasn’t his wrist, because Chika was also applying force on her side.
He suddenly had a premonition that in a few more seconds, his hair might be ripped out in a large clump with a “Snap!”
“Tch, fine, fine, let go of me.”
Instantly, the force from both sides disappeared.
Tanjiro released his hand, and Chika released his hair.
The two immediately changed their expressions, looking at him with smiling faces.
“Sorry, did that hurt just now?”