I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

She walked quickly to Lynn and bowed deeply.

“Simulated training is no longer meaningful,” Lynn said calmly, looking at her.

"You have a basic grasp of the [Breath of Karmic Poison], but theory is still just theory."

"It's time for a real-world test."

He assigned her new "homework".

"Return to your original world and await your mission."

"In a real demon-slaying operation, perfectly apply everything I've taught you, then come back alive and report your combat statistics to me."

Upon hearing the word "return," for the first time, a distinct hint of hesitation and unease flashed across Shinobu Kocho's usually cold and delicate face.

She clenched her fists subconsciously.

leave here?

Should I leave my teacher's side?

The thought of returning to that cold, lonely world filled with hatred, and facing those ugly demons alone, filled her with an indescribable sense of reluctance and fear.

There are teachers here.

This is an absolutely safe haven.

For the first time, she felt a strong attachment to things other than revenge.

Lynn saw right through her emotions.

He gazed at her calmly, his voice utterly emotionless.

"Carnivorous flowers cannot grow in greenhouses."

"Your poison needs to be fed with the blood of a ghost."

"Go, use their howls to sharpen your fangs."

These words, like a few cold awls, instantly pierced Shinobu Kocho's awake.

Yes.

How could I indulge in the warmth given by my teacher?

The teacher gave me power not so that I could stay in this comfortable place, but so that I could take revenge!

Seeing the renewed determination in her eyes, Lynn's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

He added, his voice softening slightly.

"Remember, anytime, anywhere."

"As long as you call my name in your heart."

"The door to the safe house will be open for you."

These words, like the warmest and most indestructible talisman, instantly struck the softest spot in Shinobu's heart.

She suddenly raised her head, her beautiful purple eyes shimmering with tears, filled with endless gratitude and burning dependence.

"is teacher!"

She nodded solemnly, her eyes becoming sharp and resolute once again.

She changed back into her familiar butterfly-winged haori uniform, a symbol of her identity as a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.

In the final moment before leaving the portal, she bowed deeply, deeply to Lynn, her gaze lingering for a full five seconds.

It was as if they wanted to completely etch the man's image into the depths of their soul.

Finally, a flash of light appeared, and Shinobu Kocho's figure disappeared.

【Ding! 】

[The phased guidance program, which involved a complete transformation, is now complete. Completion rating: Perfect!]

[Visitor 'Shinobu Kocho's' trust, dependence, and admiration for you have reached the 'pillar of her soul' level; she now regards you as a faith that transcends everything!]

[Reward: Congratulations, Master! You have obtained the passive talent – ​​Perfect Combat Intuition (Advanced)!]

[Perfect Combat Intuition (Advanced): Your soul resonates with the causal laws of all realms, allowing you to instinctively anticipate all threats and automatically devise optimal solutions that transcend logic. Theoretically, as long as your body can keep up, you are absolutely invincible.]

Lynn felt a mysterious and wonderful sensation welling up from the depths of his soul, and helplessly pursed his lips.

"I feel like even if I walked on the battlefield with my eyes closed, the bullets would fly around me on their own."

"Unfortunately, having top-notch combat talent is useless without a good 'sword'."

……

Demon Slayer: The Butterfly Mansion.

When Shinobu Kocho's figure reappeared in her room without warning.

Kanao Tsuyuri, who was practicing in the courtyard, suddenly stiffened.

She slowly turned her head, and in her usually empty eyes, an emotion called "shock" appeared.

Sister Ren... is back?

A few days ago, Shinobu suddenly disappeared into thin air, plunging the entire Butterfly Mansion into panic. They searched almost everywhere, even wondering if she had met with misfortune while pursuing her enemy alone.

But now, she's... back?

and……

Kanao's pupils contracted slightly.

The aura emanating from Sister Ren... has changed again!

She is now like a deep, quiet, cold pool.

Cold and deathly silent.

Yet, hidden at the bottom of the pool is a deadly poison capable of devouring everything!

"Croak—! Croak—!"

Just then, a jet-black messenger raven flapped its wings and landed on the courtyard railing, emitting a rapid cawing.

"Urgent mission! Urgent mission!"

"A demon has appeared in the Asakusa region to the northwest! Several members have already been killed! It's suspected to be the waning moon of the Twelve Demon Moons!"

"Requesting support from 'Pillar' level! Requesting support from 'Pillar' level! Swordsmen of other levels, do not leave the house."

The call of the messenger crow was sharp and urgent.

However, it didn't even get to the direction of the Ubuyashiki residence.

A cold voice shut it up instantly.

"I'll take this task."

Shinobu Kocho had already entered the courtyard without anyone noticing.

The messenger crow's beady eyes were filled with a human-like shock.

It looked at Shinobu Kocho and stammered, "Shinobu-sama? You're not a 'Pillar'... This mission... is too dangerous!"

Shinobu Kocho ignored it.

She simply raised her head and looked at the northwest sky, a chilling, bloodthirsty excitement igniting in her cold, purple eyes.

Lower Moon demon?

Just right.

Let you become the first whetstone to test the teachings of the "teacher".

A smile slowly appeared on her usually expressionless, delicate face.

A genuine smile, brimming with icy killing intent, truly her own.

"Teacher, please watch."

"Your student will never... let you down."

Chapter 25: Showdown with Lower Moon Three, Sick Leaf

The moonlight, as cold as frost, bathed the desolate mountain forest.

The air was filled with a nauseatingly sweet, pungent stench of rust and decay.

Several Demon Slayer Corps members lay sprawled in pools of blood, their bodies twisted in grotesque ways, their final expressions one of utter terror.

"Crunch... crunch..."

The sickening sound of bones being chewed was particularly jarring in this hellish scene.

A hideous demon was squatting beside a corpse, enjoying his midnight snack.

He had short, neat black hair, and three hideous scars on his face, like twisted centipedes, made his already ugly face even more ferocious.

The two pairs of gold earrings he wore gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

When he slowly raised his head, his scarlet eyes were filled with indifference and cruelty towards life.

On the iris of his left eye, two Chinese characters are clearly engraved: 【下叁】.

The 12th Ghost Month, the third waning crescent, the sick leaf.

He stuck out his long, blood-stained tongue, licked his lips with satisfaction, and let out a contented sigh.

"Sigh, really, the quality of swordsmen has been getting worse and worse lately."

"They're not even good enough to fill my teeth, how boring."

He stood up, preparing to leave the area he had turned into a slaughterhouse.

Suddenly, he stopped moving, and his pointed ears twitched almost imperceptibly.

He slowly turned his head and looked at a large tree not far away.

On the treetop, a slender figure stood silently, unnoticed.

That's a girl.

She wore the Demon Slayer Corps' iconic uniform, with a beautiful haori (feathered cloak) draped over it, which fluttered gently in the night breeze.

Under the moonlight, her small and delicate face was so fair it was almost transparent, like a flawless piece of porcelain.

A pair of amethyst-like eyes were quietly watching him.

A cruel and contemptuous smile spread across the corners of the diseased leaf's mouth.

"Oh? There were still some who slipped through the net?"

"Judging by your attire, are you also a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps? But... you're way too petite! Hahaha, you can barely hold your sword steady, and you still want to slay demons?"

He sized up Shinobu Kocho's slender, even frail, figure with a mocking look in his eyes.

The peculiarly shaped Nichirin Blade, with only the tip sharpened, made him burst out laughing.

"Hey, little girl, are you lost?"

"This is not a place for a little girl like you. Go home and find your mother!"

He walked step by step toward Shinobu Kocho, each step radiating a suffocating, terrifying pressure unique to Lower Moon demons.

In his eyes, the girl in front of him was nothing more than dessert for tonight's meal.

however.

Shinobu Kocho simply looked at him quietly. Her pretty face, which was always cold and expressionless, showed neither fear nor anger.

It's like looking at a rock, a tree, or... an inanimate object.

That look made Bingye's morbid pride feel slightly offended and uncomfortable.

"What? Are you scared out of your wits?"

He stopped, grinned maliciously, and pointed a finger at Shinobu Kocho.

"Fine, since you're fairly cute, I'll take pity on you and give you a quick death."