Crossover Anime: How Did I Become Iruma-kun?

In the brief moment of their conversation, the fear in the Hand Ghost's heart had reached its peak; every cell in his body was now filled with terror.

The wounds, which refuse to heal, cause a burning pain, as if scorched by the sun.

Soon, something else caught his eye: "Your fox mask!"

"Hey kid, you're not Urokodaki's 'landlord,' are you?"

“That’s right, but I don’t want to waste my breath on you.” Iruma sheathed his sword and leaned forward slightly, assuming a drawing-and-slash stance.

"Ink Breathing, Second Form: Flowing Clouds!"

"Qiang!"

The ink-black blade was drawn, and terrifying sword energy surged forth like ink splashed across the sky, spiraling straight ahead.

Under this attack, the Hand Demon had no chance to fight back and was torn to pieces by the terrifying sword energy that returned.

Eh?

How did I end up in the sky?

The demon's gaze was suddenly drawn to the sky, spinning continuously in mid-air before finally landing in front of Iruma.

Iruma removed his mask, revealing his cold face: "You who have fallen into the demon path, may you be burned in hell."

The hand ghost wanted to say something, but couldn't make a sound. It could only stare at him with trembling eyes.

Those eyes seemed to want to say something, but they could only watch helplessly as they turned to ashes.

Facing the dead Hand Demon, Iruma felt no pity whatsoever, and turned to continue searching for the next demon.

For the next six days, it was less about the boys hiding from and killing the demons, and more about the demons hiding from Iruma.

Seeing Iruma arrive was more terrifying than seeing a ghost!

No ghost could survive a blink of an eye in front of him.

They didn't even bother to say a word before going up and starting the killing spree.

Before long, almost all the evil spirits in the entire Wisteria Mountain were slaughtered, and the surviving boys all had a common saying.

That was the fox-masked boy wielding a crimson blade.

Almost everyone was saved by Iruma, which made them very impressed with the fox mask.

"Whose apprentice is that?"

"What kind of breathing technique is that?"

How exactly did he hone his skills?

"That swordsmanship was simply divine!"

The boys who survived were all talking about it, but Iruma had no idea that he had become the center of attention.

However, some people had already chosen their ore and left, leaving only a few teenagers who wanted to express their gratitude.

They didn't know if Iruma had left or not, but they wouldn't leave until the last person did.

Soon, the light of dawn illuminated the earth.

Iruma slowly emerged from the sea of ​​wisteria flowers, his black robe clean and tidy, without even a speck of mud on it.

"I'm coming!!"

383 When they saw him emerge from among the wisteria blossoms, someone, whoever spotted him first, shouted it out loud.

Seeing this, the others all ran over, looking into the mountains with a mixture of doubt and excitement.

When the figure in black walked out, everyone was overjoyed and wanted to go over to congratulate him or express their gratitude.

But seeing the other party's unapproachable demeanor, they hesitated to go over for a moment.

Did a lot of people survive? No, it should be said that no one died at all.

Iruma lowered his eyes and stood quietly in place.

The boys cautiously approached him and bowed deeply to Iruma in unison: "We are extremely grateful for your rescue in the mountains. We have no way to repay you but to express our gratitude in this way!"

"If needed in the future, we will do our utmost!"

"It was nothing, no need to thank me." Iruma rested his left hand lightly on the hilt of his sword, a posture that gave him the air of a reclusive master.

Genya also focused his attention on him, and he was the one Iruma had rescued the most times, almost every time he was seen fighting with demons.

The Ubuyashiki twins slowly walked down the path and stood in front of a stone table, looking at everyone.

"Congratulations on becoming a member of the Demon Slayer Corps."

"Being safe and sound is the best thing."

Chapter 462 Ore Processing, Iron Tomb

Gemini smiled and continued speaking:

"First, we will distribute team uniforms to everyone. We need to take your sizes to ensure accuracy."

"Then we need to confirm everyone's rank, which is A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, G."

"And you are all of the lowest rank of Gui."

"Today, everyone can choose the tamahagane (steel) needed for forging swords."

"But it will take ten to fifteen days until it is finished."

Before that

The twins clapped together, and the cawing of many crows echoed through the forest.

The crows flew out from behind the wisteria tree and landed on the people's shoulders.

“From now on, the raven will follow you. The raven is mainly used for communication.”

Goodwill was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the little sparrow that had landed in his hand: "A hawk?"

Are you sure this isn't a sparrow?

This feeling of helplessness at being deceived leaves well-intentioned people at a loss for words.

The twins pulled down the red cloth from the stone table, revealing a large amount of jade steel laid out on it. The shapes and sizes of the jade steel varied, yet they were all identical.

It leaves one unsure of how to proceed.

Faced with these tamahagane, Iruma stepped forward first, randomly selected one, and prepared to leave.

After all, it doesn't matter which one he chooses; the knife that can withstand his wrist strength hasn't been born yet.

He slowly walked through the crowd, met the gaze of the quiet Kanao, and then said softly, "Very beautiful swordsmanship."

"Like a flower."

Kanao's Flower Breathing is undeniably beautiful.

Kanao's expression stiffened for a moment after being praised, but she quickly regained her composure, her gaze remaining completely calm: "Thank you."

Iruma nodded and leaped down the mountain steps.

Wasted seven days of my time

However, the feeling of a max-level character doing beginner quests is something else entirely.

After a long while, the setting sun dyed the sky a fiery red.

By the time Iruma returned to the mountain, night had fallen.

"Bang~"

The small wooden door of Urokodaki was kicked open, and Nezuko walked out of the house with a bamboo tube in her mouth.

When she saw Iruma, she immediately ran over as fast as she could.

Iruma ran over and gently hugged Nezuko: "Are you awake already, Nezuko? I thought you would sleep for a few more days."

Nezuko, held in his arms, was like a little child, silently cradling Iruma.

When Urokodaki returned from chopping wood and saw Iruma, he wasn't particularly surprised or delighted.

After all, his talent and ability towards Iruma are undeniable.

If a demon wants to survive in his presence, then perhaps only the Twelve Demon Moons will do.

The three sat around the hot pot stove, but only Iruma was eating the hot pot with gusto.

Although it wasn't as spicy and numbing as Sichuan cuisine, it was still alright. For something bland and watery, it was good enough to have something to eat.

After hearing about Iruma's experiences in the Wisteria Mountain and the matter of the Hand Demon, Urokodaki finally understood the answer that had troubled him for decades.

"I see," his voice sounded much older again. "Thank you for your hard work."

When the peace mask one has carved becomes the mark that kills one's own disciple, it is a feeling that is difficult for ordinary people to get over.

Fifteen days later

The swordsmith, Steel Tomb, walked into the mountains wearing a bamboo hat adorned with wind chimes.