[ Anchoring World — demon slayer ]
[ Year 1913 AD, Fujikasane Mountain ]
[ Current influence value insufficient, automatically selecting initial identity.
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[ Projected identity fixed as — Demon Slayer Corps Reserve Member ]
[ You have acquired temporary identity talent — Survival Instinct ]
[ Survival Instinct: Instinctively alert when danger approaches, subconsciously avoiding fatal sneak attacks.
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The white light before his eyes dissipated.
Uchiha Bing’s first reaction was to reach for the Ninja tool pouch at his waist.
His fingertips touched the cold metal handle of the Kunai.
All his gear was still there, and he nodded slightly.
Lowering his head to glance down, the short-sleeved shirt with the Uchiha Clan crest on his body hadn’t changed, and his feet were still wearing Konoha-standard Ninja shoes.
Uchiha Bing flexed his wrists.
Chakra surged through his meridians as usual, without the slightest obstruction.
“Strength completely retained, comprehensive projection.”
He muttered to himself, his tone revealing little emotion.
“Then things will be much simpler.”
Uchiha Bing raised his head and began to look around.
The night was as dark as ink, and a lone bright moon hung in the sky.
Beneath his feet was soft mountain soil.
A winding dirt road was rugged and uneven, overgrown with weeds, flanked by dense woods.
The air was filled with a heavy scent of decaying vegetation, mixed with an even more pungent odor — the smell of rust and corpses, the scent of blood and demons.
This was Fujikasane Mountain.
The examination ground for the Demon Slayer Corps final selection, a cage surrounded by wisteria flowers.
This mountain imprisoned a large number of man-eating wicked demons, and examinees who survived for seven days would be qualified to become Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen.
“Seven days.”
Uchiha Bing repeated this number, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.
Judging from the performance of the demons in this world, not many could cause him harm.
In Fujikasane Mountain, perhaps only the Hand Demon posed a certain threat to Uchiha Bing.
Wanting to survive for seven days was simply too easy.
However, the system only solved Uchiha Bing’s identity problem; it didn’t directly instill Breathing Style into him, nor did it give him the nichirin blade held by Demon Slayer Corps Members.
Logically speaking, only after becoming an official member would the Demon Slayer Corps equip swordsmen with a nichirin blade.
But the examinees participating in the final selection all had their own masters and naturally carried second-hand nichirin blades left behind by deceased senior brothers and predecessors.
Except for Uchiha Bing, who had nothing other than the few Ninja tools he originally brought with him.
A faint scream came from deep within the dense forest to the west.
Uchiha Bing’s body instantly vanished on the spot.
His Chakra erupted beneath his feet, and his entire figure swept across the mountain forest like a dark shadow.
With a few leaps, he crossed a distance of nearly a hundred meters, concealing himself atop a tree canopy and scanning the clearing in the forest.
In the darkness, among the trees, two figures were embracing, just like lovers.
But looking closer, one could see that they weren’t embracing; rather, a humanoid creature was biting another person’s neck, sucking flesh and blood like a vampire.
The one being bitten was a teenage boy whose dark green haori was soaked in blood, his fingers twitching unconsciously.
He lay flat on his back, his eyes devoid of life.
Not far from him, a nichirin blade was stuck into a tree.
Uchiha Bing’s powerful associative ability instantly deduced the course of events: a person and a demon crossed paths by chance, the boy swung his sword, the sword was knocked away, the wicked demon pounced forward, and the boy died on the spot.
Being able to knock a swordsman’s sword away with bare hands, this demon actually had a few tricks up its sleeve.
Witnessing a wicked demon eating a person firsthand made Uchiha Bing feel a sense of kindred sorrow while also arousing a hint of anger.
He took a deep breath to calm his emotions.
The wicked demon’s ears were sharp; sensing his slightly heavy breathing, it raised its bloody face from the boy’s shoulder, its murky vertical pupils instantly locking onto Uchiha Bing standing in the tree.
Seeing a living person, the wicked demon grinned.
It immediately dropped the dead boy in its hands, dropped onto all fours, and catapulted forward like a beast.
The speed was not slow; in the eyes of ordinary people, it was probably just an afterimage.
But in Uchiha Bing’s eyes, this was far too slow.
Even without activating his Sharingan, in his normal state, his dynamic vision was several times that of an ordinary person.
The bloodline of the Uchiha Clan was no exaggeration.
Uchiha Bing reached out with his right hand and pulled out two shuriken, tossing them offhandedly without using the special throwing techniques passed down in his clan.
They nailed straight into the wicked demon’s body.
The wicked demon let out a hoarse cry of pain.
The momentum of its running, climbing, and pouncing was instantly interrupted, causing its body to lose balance mid-air and crash heavily to the ground.
Uchiha Bing jumped down from the tree, casually pulling out the nichirin blade left behind by the boy.
He walked up to the wicked demon, looked down at it, and wore no expression on his face.
“I heard that demons die when their heads are cut off?
And that the nichirin blade can delay a demon’s physical recovery speed.
I need more detailed data.”
He drew a special steel wire from his Ninja tool pouch, tied up the wicked demon’s hands and feet, and hung it upside down from a tree.
“Cooperate a little.”
When Uchiha Bing spoke, it sounded more like he was talking to himself, completely ignoring the wicked demon’s struggle.
Over the next few minutes, Bing used a Kunai and the nichirin blade to test the wound healing speed on different parts of the wicked demon’s body.
The edges of the wounds caused by the nichirin blade sizzled as if being scorched, and the regeneration speed was significantly much slower.
“The nichirin blade indeed possesses the effect of suppressing the regeneration of a demon’s flesh and blood.”
Uchiha Bing confirmed the utility of the nichirin blade.
The wicked demon’s howling attracted more of its kind.
Uchiha Bing heard at least five or six unknown creatures rapidly approaching from deep within the dense forest.
He looked up at the wicked demon hanging upside down in the tree; it was howling desperately, sounding like no discernible language, but rather as if it were calling for help.
“They’ve come just in time.
Killing them one by one is too slow.”
Five wicked demons rushed out from the dense forest in different directions.
Some bounced between tree trunks, others sprinted on all fours, and one was exceptionally huge, directly snapping a bowl-thick tree and hurling it forward while wrapping around the timber.
Uchiha Bing’s hand signs were completed the moment they charged within a ten-meter range.
Snake — Ram — Monkey — Boar — Horse — Tiger.
“Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique.”
Chakra transformed into scorching flames at his throat, and a fireball with a diameter exceeding five meters blasted out head-on, directly swallowing the giant wicked demon rushing at the front.
The flames continued unabated, swallowing the two closely following behind and burning them to ashes.
The last two were overturned to the ground by the heat wave, burning with flames and rolling on the ground in agonizing screams.
[ Killed wicked demon (ordinary), influence value + 10 ] × 3
[ Current influence value: 30 ]
Fire Release Ninjutsu caused massive damage to these wicked demons.
Unfortunately, his Chakra was limited, so he could only try it slightly as a small killer move.
Seeing the effect of the Fire Release, Uchiha Bing nodded with slight satisfaction.
These wicked demons’ movement speeds were far inferior to Ninjas; to think they actually let the fire of benevolence break its fast.