Crossover Anime: How Did I Become Iruma-kun?

The two descended the mountain at a leisurely pace, and for some reason, the journey, which was quite long, took several times longer than usual.

Urokodaki knew that perhaps it was his own heart that was playing tricks on him. Thinking back to those disciples who had gone and never returned, he wondered if Iruma, who stood before him, might bring some different news.

After finishing the hot pot, Iruma came to Nezuko's side. Nezuko was still fast asleep, seemingly destined to sleep forever.

"Wow, we have another little sister now."

The next morning.

After tidying up his dark and embroidered mansion, Iruma's two earrings swayed slightly. He looked at the black mask made by Rintaru in his hand, smiled, and put it on his face.

Urokodaki, who had walked over, looked at the mask and nodded: "It suits you very well. I'll also give you this sword. It's the weapon you've been practicing with for a long time. If you suddenly change it, it won't be as comfortable for you."

Taking the Nichirin Blade he used for practice, Iruma left the mountain and headed towards the trial grounds.

After a long time, having eaten, drunk and played to his heart's content at the foot of the mountain, he traveled under the stars and moon to the Wisteria Mountain for the final selection.

A unique floral fragrance wafted from the mountain, and as far as the eye could see, the entire mountain was covered in a light purple hue, like a fairyland.

The wisteria tree is shaped like a weeping willow, except that it is covered with countless wisteria flowers.

"It really is a place with a unique charm; it took me an hour to get here."

Iruma walked up to the wisteria and gently lifted a willow branch. The flowers on it emitted a faint glow, as if they were alive.

He held it in his hand and smelled it. The fragrance was light and not strong, giving the first impression of a gentle breeze.

The steps of Zifang Mountain are long and winding, stretching all the way to the top of the mountain.

As Iruma climbed step by step to the top of the mountain, he occasionally saw a few children of similar age rushing up the mountain with weapons in hand.

Before running up the mountain, they would subconsciously look back at the strange masked boy below.

The other party's clothing was clearly not a local product, and this sense of mystery aroused their curiosity.

Upon reaching the summit, two enormous torii gates in the shape of the Chinese character "开" (kai) came into view.

Iron chains were wrapped around the torii gate on both sides, with many strange talismans hanging from them, emanating a faint but peculiar energy.

Behind the torii gate are stone paths leading in three directions, where one can faintly smell the scent of ghosts.

Iruma glanced at it briefly.

There were nearly a hundred people. I never imagined so many children would come up the mountain.

Beneath the mask, Iruma lowered his eyes, ignoring the fierce gazes around him, and casually found a rock to sit on.

Among the crowd, the figure of a girl caught his attention.

The young girl was delicate and pretty, with a quiet air about her. Her amethyst-like eyes were fixed on the butterfly on her finger.

Her pink lips curled up slightly.

She really is a quiet girl; quietness really does make people feel relaxed.

As for the next one, Zenitsu...

Looks like he just got a beating from his master.

The blond-haired boy's face and clothes were covered in dust and scars. His eyes were gloomy as he stared ahead, seemingly lost in thought.

Although he looks quite intimidating, Iruma knows that this guy is currently plotting how to run away.

Xuanmi was in no better shape; his dead fish eyes were fixed on something fiercely, making everyone around him afraid to approach.

There were quite a few people, but unfortunately, how many of them survived in the end?

Iruma sat steadily on the rock, his gaze calm as still water.

Whether to save him or not is a matter of a single thought. Perhaps he doesn't have much affection for this world, which makes him somewhat indifferent to human life.

On the contrary, they were very friendly to the demons in the demon realm.

"Thank you all for coming." X2

Two overlapping sounds came from under the torii gate. The Ubuyashiki twins were holding lanterns and looking at the crowd. Their hair, one black and one white, looked particularly peculiar.

"Tonight is the final selection for the Demon Slayer Corps."

"In this Wisteria Mountain, there are demons captured alive by the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen."

"But the ghost cannot leave."

"Because from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, the wisteria flowers that the ghosts hate bloom all year round."

"But there will be no more wisteria flowers ahead, and ghosts will haunt the area."

"Survive here for seven days, and that's the qualification for the final selection."

"Then, may you all have a safe journey."

The instant the twins finished speaking, Iruma moved with lightning speed, disappearing from his spot and rushing straight into the mountains.

To the others, Iruma disappeared before their eyes in less than a second, his speed so fast that he was impossible to catch.

"Monster Bar"

"How could it be so fast?"

1.3 Many of the teenagers wore expressions of shock and disbelief.

Although I knew that geniuses existed in the world, the one in front of me had clearly transcended the realm of genius, or rather, the realm of humanity.

At that moment, Iruma, who was in the forest, drew his crimson sword and swiftly appeared in front of a demon.

The demon was so frightened by the sudden appearance of the masked man that it fell backward: "You!"

"Sun Breathing, Form 11: Sun Halo Dragon Head Dance!"

"Roar!"

Raging flames erupted from the Crimson Blade, its blade transforming into a dragon's head, writhing and twisting wildly as if a dragon were entering the sea.

The evil spirit didn't even have a chance to blink before it was chopped into hundreds of pieces.

Iruma sheathed his crimson sword, his gaze icy: "This level of trash is not enough."

Chapter 461 I'm not interested in listening to your nonsense

Iruma moved swiftly through the mountains and forests, the wind he stirred up rustling through the vegetation.

He quickly arrived in front of another evil spirit, moving so fast that no one could catch him.

The moment the crimson sword was drawn, the demon collapsed in terror, pointing at Iruma with a face full of horror: "A crimson sword!"

"Who are you!!"

Iruma swiftly brought down his blade, taking the man away without a second thought. He couldn't be bothered to listen to the man's ramblings; the thrill of the hunt was all that mattered.

The demons here are nothing but trash; they were basically abandoned by Muzan Kibutsuji.

But it is also a way to stop the Demon Slayer Corps from growing stronger.

"Help!!!"

Just as Iruma was about to leave, a cry for help from afar caught his attention. He immediately turned around and rushed toward the sound.

When they arrived at the place where the cries for help came from, they saw the boy in brown clothes sitting on the ground with a look of fear on his face.

Directly opposite him was a massive mountain of flesh covered in arms!

The green-clad demon looked at the boy with a mocking gaze.

"New prey has arrived so quickly. I haven't eaten for a long time and I'm about to starve to death."

As the hand demon spoke, the arm wrapped around its neck continued to extend, rushing towards the boy.

"Sun Breathing, Twelfth Form: Flame Dance!"

Two terrifying flames blocked the way between them, and the Hand Demon's arm was severed by horizontal and vertical blades.

“It hurts so much!!!”

The Hand Ghost stared in terror at his unhealable arm: "It can't heal!"

"Wait! You are!"

The Hand Demon's gaze was fixed on the crimson blade, and his pupils instantly contracted: "You are a warrior with a red blade!"

"How can it be?!"

"How could it possibly still exist?!"

"Bragging on and on." The crimson sword in Iruma's hand burned with raging flames, shining around like the sun.

The trial youth behind him looked confused when he heard about Red Blade, but judging from the terrified look on the demon's face, it must be very powerful.

"So young and already so amazing?" The boy felt somewhat ashamed.

Seeing the boy standing there blankly behind him, Iruma finally spoke up: "Hey, don't just stand there like an idiot, hurry up and move along, or do you want me to carry you?"

"Ah! Thank you so much!" The boy, regaining his senses, first bowed deeply, then ran back.

Being able to escape with one's life is more important than anything else.