Demon Slayer: You call paying to get stronger "lightning"?

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Sanemi lunged forward in an instant, the fierce wind turning into a vortex, and wherever the blade went, the wind and clouds raged!

Breath of the Wind - Eighth Form - First Fierce Wind Slash!

Ichiro flipped backward, his eyes narrowing, and his wooden sword drew out a continuous curtain of water, like a torrential downpour!

Breath of Rain, Form Five, Rain Builds the City!

A fierce wind whipped up the cold rain, and the clash of wooden swords was incessant and so dense it was suffocating.

Sanemi gained the upper hand due to his superior strength and physique.

Ichiro rolled over to his side, sweat beading on his forehead.

This is already Ichiro's limit.

If the fight continues, he will inevitably be worn down by Sanemi's superb stamina and physical abilities.

Just as Ryosuke was about to stop him, Ichiro exhaled a long breath of steam, his eyes fixed on Sanemi, and his aura changed drastically once again.

As Ryosuke was stunned, Ichiro's figure vanished in an instant, and the ground in front of him rippled like water.

Suddenly, Yuichiro appeared to Sanemi's side, his wooden sword swinging like a raging dragon carrying rain, its power unparalleled!

Breath of Rain - Land Form - Divine Dragon Rain!

A sword shape I've never seen before!

Ryosuke and Muichiro were both taken aback.

Yuichiro actually created a new sword style during his battle with Sanemi!

The sudden appearance of the land form caused Sanemi's pupils to shrink sharply.

But as shocked as he was, Sanemi's fighting instincts were no longer what they used to be after being promoted to Wind Pillar.

His body reacted before his mind could react!

Breath of the Wind - Fourth Form - Rising Sandstorm!

As Shimi spun around, the wooden sword swung wildly upwards.

Several spiraling wind blades erupted, like tornadoes on flat ground, fiercely meeting the attack!

Two completely different forces collided violently!

The raging wind and the condensed rain intertwine and tear each other apart, devouring and annihilating one another!

After one move, Yuichiro was exhausted and staggered several steps from the shock.

Sanemi steadied himself, but his condition was much better than Ichiro's, and he still had some energy left.

At the same time, his gaze toward Ichiro changed to one of admiration.

That kid's really good!

"That's it."

Ryosuke's voice rang out at the right moment, standing between the two, raising his hand to press down, ending the match.

Sanemi took a deep breath and nodded.

He can still fight, but there's no need for him to.

Anyone could see that he had won the match.

They won because of their rich combat experience, their well-trained physique, and their greater endurance.

This is a solid foundation built up by time and sweat, but it is also the biggest chasm between the two.

Ichiro's talent is undeniable, and can be described as terrifying.

However, his training time was too short, and the drawbacks were also obvious.

Yuchiro needs more experience to turn this talent into real strength.

At the same time, Sanemi knew that if he said he hadn't had enough fighting yet...

What awaits next is Ryosuke's encouragement and discipline.

"Alright, I have other things to do."

Ryosuke looked around, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

"If you have any questions, ask these two brothers yourselves. You'll be colleagues from now on, and you'll see each other all the time. It's not good to have disagreements. Communicate more."

After saying this, Ryosuke simply left.

A brief silence fell over the training ground.

Muichiro jogged over to Ichiro's side.

"Brother, are you okay?"

"It's okay, just a little exhausted."

He propped himself up and went to rest under the eaves by the field.

Sanemi opened his mouth, looking at the two brothers, unsure of what to say.

He has a straightforward and volatile personality, but he's not stupid, and his combat instincts are sharp.

He knew perfectly well that although Ichiro's last move was fierce, it was still immature and inexperienced.

It was clearly a sudden inspiration created under pressure.

This ability to instantly grasp and create sword styles during combat is simply unheard of!

The older brother's talent is already so extraordinary, what about the younger brother?

Sanemi looked at Muichiro.

The moment he had this thought, Xiaobanai next to him couldn't contain herself any longer.

Without saying a word, he picked up the wooden sword and threw it at Muichiro.

Obanai was very direct: "I'll try it out and learn from you."

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Muichiro caught the wooden sword, somewhat bewildered.

He looked to his brother for advice.

Yuichiro shrugged indifferently, indicating that he could do as he pleased.

He also wanted to see how his younger brother would perform when facing opponents with different styles.

Muichiro walked back to the center of the field with his sword and bowed slightly to Obanai.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Iguro."

After a brief exchange, their figures collided violently.

Unlike Yuichiro's well-rounded offense and defense, Muichiro's figure was more elusive, his movements agile, and his sword flashes were like morning clouds, seemingly real yet illusory.

Breath of Mist, Third Form: Mist-Scattered Droplets!

Snake Breathing, Second Form: Narrow-Headed Venomous Fang!

The two figures clashed in the arena, their blades flashing.

Upon seeing Kasumi, Sanemi and Kubino Masachika both breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness... thank goodness it's Kasumi.

If these two brothers keep creating their own breathing techniques and sword forms, then they'll have no chance of survival at all!

While the battle was in full swing, Kubino Masachika fully utilized his social skills, sidling up to Ichiro and chattering away.

"You and your younger brother look so alike!"

"Is your hair color natural?"

"Rain Breathing... How did you come up with this name?"

Yuichiro glanced at him.

He didn't dislike the black-haired boy with the cheerful smile, who was even a little silly.

Although it's a bit noisy, it's more pleasing to the eye than that white hedgehog.

With a point of reference, Yuichiro, unusually, refrained from using harsh words and simply responded calmly.

At that moment, Sanemi also came over.

"The last move you used was very powerful."

Yuichiro looked up at him and said honestly, "You're not skilled yet, and there are many areas that need improvement."

Kugeno Masachika looked at Ichiro and suddenly thought of something.

"Oh right, Ichiro, you said before that you only learned breathing techniques from Master Hirayama for one day, and then spent the next three days practicing with Mr. Ryosuke?"

Yuichiro nodded.

There's nothing to hide.

Upon hearing this, Kamino Masachika grabbed Ichiro's hand, his expression agitated, his eyes moist, and his voice trembling.

"Fantastic! Excellent! Victims... no! Comrades! Our comrades have grown again!!"

Why is this person so easily startled?

Yuichiro instinctively tried to pull his hand back, but failed.

Sanemi was deeply moved, his gaze complex, as if recalling that painful past.

Kugeno Masachika held Ichiro's hand tightly and began to complain.

"Did he ever spank you with a wooden sword? Did he ever whip you relentlessly?"

Have you ever been told by him with a smile that you're 'too slow,' 'too stupid,' or 'useless! Get up!'

"Do you ever experience body aches so badly in the middle of the night that you feel like your body is falling apart and you can't sleep at all?"

Sanemi nodded silently to the side.