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The sun on the second day was shining brightly, with no clouds in the sky.

Li Mo liked this kind of weather, even though it was summer and very hot. He still liked it.

The sun gave him a sense of comfort.

It was morning, and the temperature was still quite cool. Li Mo walked out of his room, passed through the corridor, and saw a 2.2-meter-tall muscular man doing squats in the courtyard. His well-trained muscles were clearly visible in the air, comparable to the sculptures of ancient Greek heroes.

"Good morning, Mr. Himejima."

"Good morning."

Himejima Gyomei finished his morning exercise. Sweat dripped from his muscles, and even white steam could be seen rising from his body.

His training was far superior to Li Mo's. Being 2.2 meters tall was one thing, but to have such muscles... Could a human really possess such a physique?

It was flawless and impeccable.

What boy wouldn't admire such perfect muscles?

"Mr. Himejima, I want to join the Demon Slayer Corps," Li Mo said, hiding his envy and jealousy in his heart.

Himejima Gyomei asked, "Why do you want to join? What is your hatred toward demons?"

Members of the Demon Slayer Corps all harbor hatred toward demons. They have deep-seated grudges against demons, and this hatred fuels their motivation, constantly driving them to risk their lives in battles against demons.

Ordinary people wouldn't be able to endure it.

"I feel like I was born to kill demons," Li Mo said seriously.

Hundreds of years ago, Yoriichi Tsugikuni believed he was born to kill Muzan Kibutsuji. Hundreds of years later, as an outsider, why had Li Mo come to this world?

The first person he met in this world was Tanjuro Kamado, and from that moment, his fate was sealed.

Himejima Gyomei said, "I understand. Then let's test your determination."

"How?"

"Fight."

Imagine a 2.2-meter-tall muscular man telling you to fight. What would your reaction be?

Fear? Dread? Li Mo felt none of those emotions. Instead, he licked his dry lips, feeling a bit excited. He thought of the training he had undergone in the dream space. Even though it was now just a fleeting memory, a symbolic image in his mind.

His body, however, instinctively became active. What the mind couldn't remember, the body did.

"Alright."

Li Mo was a little excited.

"Breath of the Sun" was one of the supreme martial arts, the pinnacle of technique.

It was almost laughable. Despite mastering such an advanced technique, Li Mo had never learned basic martial arts. Whether it was Tai Chi, Xingyi Quan, Mantis Fist, or even Karate, Taekwondo, or Aikido, he had no experience with any of them.

He was weak.

Himejima Gyomei.

The peak of human physicality that Li Mo had ever seen.

After being thrown to the ground by Himejima, Li Mo came to a conclusion.

His body had endured a tremendous impact. If he hadn't dissipated most of the force, he might have been crippled.

"You must have mastered some technique to dissipate the force of impact. But your foundation is too weak. Your steps are slightly unsteady—you've practiced, but without proper guidance. Your body's flexibility is lacking. When I threw you, you were too stiff…"

The fight was brief, but the number of exchanges was close to double digits. In those dozens of exchanges, Li Mo often launched clumsy attacks, only to be easily knocked back by Himejima Gyomei. This cycle repeated.

A perfect defeat. Li Mo wouldn't deny it. "Breath of the Sun" ensured he could keep going, but it didn't mean he had a chance to defeat Himejima Gyomei. His foundation was too weak.

A weak foundation meant too many openings. Even basic moves like the "Iron Bridge" that Himejima performed effortlessly were difficult for Li Mo.

Faced with such an evaluation, Li Mo wasn't disheartened or discouraged. He said, "My foundation is weak. Mr. Himejima, what should I do?"

"Before I arrange anything for you, I want to ask: do you know Breathing Techniques?"

"Yes!"

During the fight, Li Mo had used Total Concentration Breathing to enhance his stamina. Himejima Gyomei couldn't have missed it.

He said, "If it's just about building a foundation, any trainer could do it. But if you want my recommendation, it would be Mr. Urokodaki. He lives on Mount Sagiri, the closest to here. He's also one of the most experienced trainers in the Demon Slayer Corps. He can fully bring out your potential."

"What do you think?"

Himejima Gyomei asked.

He could sense the potential within Li Mo.

An ordinary Demon Slayer Corps member wouldn't compare to this foreigner. Ordinary members faced too much risk fighting demons alone, which was why they needed to work in teams—a lesson learned through centuries of sacrifice.

This man could kill demons even without a Nichirin Blade. What could he do with one?

He had the potential to become a Hashira.

"Actually, my original destination was Mount Sagiri."

"Is that so? That's good."

Himejima Gyomei didn't ask further. He didn't need to know why Li Mo was heading to Mount Sagiri.

All he needed to know was that this man was on the side of the Demon Slayer Corps. His hatred for demons was evident.

…

Li Mo successfully obtained a letter of recommendation from Himejima Gyomei. According to Himejima, Li Mo's name already carried some weight.

During their conversation, Li Mo learned that Himejima Gyomei had only joined the Demon Slayer Corps this year. Late last year, he had beaten a demon into a pulp at a temple, fighting from night until dawn, finally letting the sun finish it off.

This was even more brutal than Li Mo's own methods—he had used an axe, while Himejima used his fists.

Earlier this year, Himejima had been bailed out of prison by the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps. He joined the Corps, quickly mastered Breathing Techniques, and participated in this year's Final Selection a few months later. Now, Himejima was on the path to becoming a Hashira. The conditions for becoming a Hashira were to kill fifty demons or one of the Lower Moons.

He had killed over twenty demons. For him, killing demons wasn't difficult—finding them was.

"What a monster."

There's always someone stronger.

Talents like Yoriichi Tsugikuni, who could change the world, were rare.

Having set his goal, the next step was to leave.

Two days had passed since that cruel night.

With the help of the "Kakushi," the Butterfly sisters had prepared their parents' bodies for burial. In the main hall, two coffins now stood.

The entire village was helping the Butterfly sisters. The kindness their family had shown in the past was now being repaid, making the funeral arrangements less burdensome.

When Li Mo met Kanae Kocho, she was still smiling and greeting the villagers. Was she truly not grieving?

He could see a hint of sorrow in her eyes.

"Mr. Li, are you leaving?"

Kanae Kocho, seeing Li Mo approach, knew his purpose.

"Yes, Miss Kanae. I think it's time for me to go."

"Mr. Himejima has already left. I was planning to discuss joining the Demon Slayer Corps with him. It seems I'll have to contact him later through the Kakushi," Kanae Kocho shared her plans.

Li Mo became a confidant.

He listened quietly as the girl chattered on like a songbird. She talked about her future plans, Shinobu's condition over the past two days… She shared everything.

"Oh, Shinobu said to tell you 'goodbye' if you're leaving."

"She's not coming to see me herself?"

"You'd tease her, wouldn't you?"

"Of course. It seems Shinobu really knows my personality."

Li Mo felt a bit troubled. Not being able to tease Shinobu before leaving felt strange. He had been looking forward to it.

Then, he let it go and said, "Then please relay a message to Shinobu for me. 'I'm leaving. Please don't miss me, Shinobu.'"

"Mr. Li, should I imitate your tone?"

"Of course."

"Shinobu will be angry."

Li Mo shrugged, "That's my real goal. Just imagining her reaction makes it fun."

"Lastly, Miss Kanae. I have something to say to you too."

"I prefer your genuine smile. And by the way, I'm also looking forward to Shinobu's smile."

The conversation ended there. Kanae Kocho saw Li Mo off from the Butterfly Estate. Throughout the process, Shinobu's figure was nowhere to be seen.

Only after Li Mo had gone far away did Shinobu appear beside Kanae.

"Has he left?"

"He's already gone, Shinobu. He also asked me to relay a few words to you," Kanae Kocho cheerfully told Shinobu what Li Mo had said.

Contrary to Li Mo's expectations, Shinobu wasn't angry. "That's just how he is. I'll protest to him next time."

"That's right. We'll meet again. Shinobu, let's live well, okay?"

"I know, sister."