Crossover Anime: How Did I Become Iruma-kun?

"Then, take this!"

"Flame Breathing, First Form: Shiranui!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rengoku Kyojuro rushed in front of Iruma and slashed down with his Nichirin Blade burning with flames.

"Sun Breathing, Form One: Round Dance!"

The collision of the two fire-type first forms generated a terrifying wave of flames, and everyone could feel the impact of that intense heat.

"Interesting." A hint of surprise flashed in Iruma's eyes. He hadn't expected that even with only one-tenth of his strength, his opponent could still withstand the attack.

"What incredible strength!" Rengoku Kyojuro was shocked, never expecting his opponent's wrist strength to be so terrifying.

His blade trembled during their brief first exchange.

The Nichirin Blade almost slipped from my hand.

"Again!" x2

“Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!!”

The two flames collided repeatedly, at a speed so fast that they could hardly be detected by the naked eye.

However you look at it, Iruma always seems to be holding back. He could have defeated his enemy in one move, but he deliberately held back.

Two streaks of flame darted wildly through the garden, each clash of blades generating terrifying heat.

Iruma quickly distanced himself from him, raising his crimson sword high: "Sun Breathing, Eleventh Form: Sun Halo Dragon Head Dance!"

Rengoku Kyojuro also raised his Nichirin Blade and took a deep breath: "Flame Breathing, Ninth Form: Rengoku!"

In everyone's eyes, the dragon and snake soared, the two flame-formed dragon and snake charging straight at each other.

However, the fire dragon's crimson color was even more terrifying and intensely hot.

"Crack!"

The two collided, and Rengoku Kyojuro's Nichirin Blade lost its grip, flying out and spinning several times in mid-air before embedding itself in the ground.

"Crack!"

The crimson blade in Iruma's hand shattered upon impact.

"Huh!" Mitsuri's eyes widened, not expecting this outcome.

As before, Iruma casually tossed aside the hilt of his sword, clapped his hands with a smile, and said, "Mom, it's a draw, I guess."

"No," Rengoku Kyojuro replied immediately, "It was my defeat!"

"It seems I still have a lot of hard work to do!"

However, Shinobu and Mitsuri both wanted to say that that person was not a normal person at all and could not be used as a reference.

Lifting a one-ton statue at the age of three—this kind of natural superhuman strength is something that ordinary people, even Mitsuri, cannot match.

Kanae sighed, "It seems we lost because of the quality of the sword. The same thing happened at Natagumoyama last time..."

"Huh? What happened?" Miri, completely unaware of the situation, quickly went to her side to ask.

When everyone learned that Iruma had single-handedly cleaved through the entire mountain and shattered the Nichirin Blade, they were all deeply shocked.

Shinobu Kocho, hands on her hips, said, "I really envy this kind of talent. Why don't I have that much strength?"

"This is bad, Steel Tsukasa will definitely come knocking on our door with his sword."

Iruma suddenly felt a headache coming on. Steel Tsukasa had already come looking for him with a sword, but luckily he had run to the capital at the time, which saved him from being attacked.

But unexpectedly, it broke again.

"Boom boom boom!"

"anyone there?"

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and the three little ones quickly ran to open it.

Rengoku Makijuro was seen visiting a neighbor with his wife Ryuka and youngest son Senjuro.

They were all carrying gifts, and as soon as they entered, they felt the wave of heat hitting them.

Because his wife had not died, Rengoku Makijuro was in excellent spirits.

He also relinquished his position as the Flame Pillar to his son.

"Oh, so, how about we spar?"

Kyojuro Rengoku didn't care at all: "We've been completely defeated, Dad!"

"Hahaha! You're truly my son! It's alright, keep up the good work!"

Rengoku Makijuro burst into laughter, while Ryuka glanced at him and said, "How can you be so noisy?"

"Haha, I'm sorry, madam."

After apologizing, he walked up to Iruma and, upon seeing the markings on Iruma's forehead, his fiery red 3.5-inch long hair, and his earrings, couldn't help but praise, "Hmm, just as the ancestors recorded."

"As expected of the descendant of the founder of the Breath of the Sun, his strength is far from ordinary."

"Mr. Rengoku is too kind." Iruma smiled gently, his whole demeanor very mild. He looked at Senjuro and asked, "Is this Kyojuro's younger brother?"

"Nice to meet you, please take care of me." Senjuro held his mother's hand, appearing quite shy.

In response, Rengoku Makijuro scratched his head and said, "Oh, Senjuro is still too shy. He should learn more from your Kyojuro."

"Shut up." Liu Huo scolded him softly, immediately silencing him.

He was henpecked.

Iruma scoffed at this in his heart, but when he saw Mitsuri sweating, he quickly went to her side and wiped her sweat.

"Sorry, isn't it too hot?"

Chapter 490 Five Ants!

"Oh, so they're a newlywed couple." Rengoku Makijuro burst into laughter.

Liu Huo behind him delivered a chop to his neck, then bowed slightly to the two of them: "Sorry, my husband is always so oblivious."

Congratulations to the newlyweds on your marriage!

“You’re too kind, Lady Rengoku.” Iruma returned the bow.

Mili ran up to her and hugged her, saying, "It's been so long, Aunt Liu Huo. It's so good to see you looking so energetic."

"You too, Miri, happy wedding." Ryuho gently stroked her head.

"I was hoping you could become my daughter-in-law, but it's wonderful to see that you've found your Mr. Right."

"Hehehe~ Mr. Seimei is so gentle and kind to me. I'm so happy to be able to marry him~"

Rengoku Makijuro picked up Iruma's broken crimson sword, looked at the blood-red blade, and silently nodded in approval.

These are all identical to the records.

"Did the sword break during the duel?"

06 Iruma nodded slightly: "Yes, it also broke during the battle with the Lower Moon last time, I don't know why."

Upon hearing this, Rengoku Makijuro nodded: "The problem lies with the quality of the sword. Lord Seiwa, who is your swordsmith?"

Within the Demon Slayer Corps, each member's swordsmith is inextricably linked to their life.

Forging a bad knife is tantamount to murdering a child who slays demons.

"It's Mr. Steel Mine."

"Huh?" Kanae and Rengoku Makijuro were both stunned.

They were well aware of this; the swords forged by the other side were very easy to break and snap, a fact known to all the Demon Slayer Corps members.

Unexpectedly, Iruma's swordsmith was actually the other party, and Iruma was able to fight continuously with a sword of that quality.

Rengoku Makijuro shook his head repeatedly: "It's that guy. He's never had a good reputation in the Demon Slayer Corps."

"Not only did he often forge knives that were easy to break, but he would also fly into a rage if anyone damaged or broke a knife."

"This also means that very few people choose him as a swordsmith. It's a wonder you've been around this long."

"That knife is no match for your strength."

Kanae agreed, adding, "Why don't we try changing to a different swordsmith? After all, Mr. Seiwa, you've already been promoted to a Pillar, so you can definitely find a more skilled swordsmith."

"Thank you." Iruma shook his head: "Let him continue to use his short sword. Although the quality is not very good, its sharpness is indeed acceptable."

"But if he doesn't forge a sword of good enough quality soon, my Nichirin Blade will probably become a disposable item."

"Hahaha! That's really a headache." Rengoku Kyojuro laughed loudly.

"Yeah, yeah, hahaha!" Rengoku Makijuro laughed along, showing no concern whatsoever.

After all, Iruma is strong enough that he doesn't need to worry about these things.

What are you all making so much noise for so early in the morning?!

At that moment, Zenitsu's sharp, violent cry came from inside the house.