The journey of dragon transformation starting from Demon Slayer

"Hahahaha! We defeated the winding ghost! Wow!!"

Anjuro, who grabbed Inosuke by the waistband of his pants and threw him away, tightly held the Nichirin sword in his hand that had been bitten by the evil spirit.

'Why...it's clear that the ghost's head has dissipated...but its body has not dissipated...'

He looked at Yi Wo Zuo's still body with a solemn expression.

"Tazmi boy! Be careful!"

The next moment, Yiwozuo clenched his fists, stepped heavily on the ground with his feet, and the snowflake-shaped vampire technique appeared again.

Vampire Technique·Destruction Kill·Luo Needle!

The compass unfolded again, and Yiwozuo's neck, where the head had been chopped off, stopped bleeding instantly and squirmed and healed quickly.

After doing all this in an instant, the body shifted its target to the person closest to it.

Destruction Kill·Kick Style·Flying Star Thousand Wheels!

The fast kicks were entangled with cyan turbulence, and kicked toward Tazmi in an erratic trajectory. Like a blurred meteor.

Tazmi, who had known for a long time that Yi Wo Zuo would not die so easily, instantly fell back, put her hands on the ground and dodged several somersaults back.

Just when Yiwozuo wanted to take advantage of the victory, his arm was held by something empty behind him.

'Please stop...Komaji-san...'

'Who are you... let go... let go of my hand...'

Looking at the tearful girl holding his arm helplessly behind him, Yiwozuo's arm seemed to be tied with a thousand pounds of chains, and he could not free his arm no matter what.

'Please stop... let's go to the other world together...'

'No...the ghost hunter hasn't been killed yet...Master Wuhan's order hasn't been completed yet...'

'I want to become stronger...I want...'

Looking at the girl who suddenly hugged him, Yiwozuo's body froze.

'Why are you obsessed with getting stronger...Komaji-san is obviously already strong...'

The girl's embrace is so warm, as reassuring as a young child nestling in its mother's arms.

Why do you insist on becoming stronger? Why?

Listening to the girl's cries, Yiwozuo's memory gradually returned to the past.

That was my past self.

Looking at his young self kneeling under the stage and being detained, with chains wrapped around his body and tattoos of criminals engraved on his body, Yiwozuo just felt upset again and again.

'Ha ha ha ha! Kill or behead whatever you want! Even if my hand is chopped off, I still have a pair of wrists! I still have feet! '

'I'll show you with my feet! Anyway, don’t try to catch me next time! '

Looking at himself who was beaten all over, with a bruised nose and swollen face, he laughed, and Yiwozuo had a dull expression.

My young self was helpless because of my father's illness. When I was only eleven years old, I came up with a stupid way to temporarily alleviate the problem.

That's stealing.

My obsession with becoming stronger also started from that time.

If you don't get stronger, you can't run away with the stolen wallet.

If you don't get stronger, you won't be able to win against revenge.

If you don't become stronger, you will be caught and sentenced.

At that time, just because I was caught and sentenced for theft, I had three lines carved on my wrist. Each line represented a time when I was caught by law enforcement officers.

If you are caught again after three times, your hand will be chopped off.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

'Give me a good job! Reflect on it! '

A huge wooden board hit the eleven-year-old boy's back. The boy who was hit until he vomited blood still did not lower his head.

Trying to raise his head, he responded like this to the law enforcer.

'It's so noisy...Shut up, bastard...I don't have enough money...the medicine is very expensive...'

In that era, a bedridden father had no source of income.

I want my father to get better, and I want my skinny father to eat more nutritious food.

So just working is not enough, which is why I steal.

After enduring this punishment, trying his best to deal with the conspicuous injuries on his body, and wanting to return home to meet his father in a more respectable manner, the bad news conveyed by his neighbor made him feel relieved. The human world instantly fell into hell.

'Komaji...I heard that you were arrested again...your father...hanged to death...'

His eyes widened when he heard the news, and what he saw when he returned home was his father's body lying on the bed.

"Komaji...you can still live upright, you can still start over..."

"I don't want to live to the point where I don't hesitate to take people's money..."

"Feel sorry..."

"I'm causing trouble for you..."

The letter in his hand was crumpled by himself, and he couldn't be more sad about his father's passing.

After burying his father's body, he was filled with anger and rushed towards those scum and beat them together.

Looking at his former self, Yiwozuo's eyes remained calm.

'It's boring... I actually want to become stronger for such a boring reason...'

After watching his past self defeat all seven of them, one against seven, and then being subdued by an unknown guy and taken back to his gym, Yiwozuo completely lost interest in watching.

Even though it was illuminated by the sun, Yiwozuo still stood silently in the center of the dojo.

As a ghost, he was not directly dissipated by the sun, but quietly enjoyed the sunshine that was not very hot, but very warm.

'Why don't you want to continue reading...Does Mr. Komaji...hate me...'

The sound from behind made Yiwozuo wake up instantly. He turned around in a panic and looked at the empty place in the courtyard with his mouth wide open.

'No, I don't hate you, Lianxue! '

'...'

His sudden exaggerated reaction made Yi Wo Zuo's eyes widen.

'Who is Lianxue...I...why...'

The confused Yiwozuo suddenly had the desire to read more of his boring memories.

No matter what, I must figure out who the owner of that voice just now was.

Thinking of this, Yiwozuo set off again.

The inexplicable familiarity with this dojo made it easy for him to reach his final destination.

Looking at the girl who was sick in bed, and the boy who stayed with the girl to take care of her silently, Yiwozuo gradually recalled everything he knew about the girl.

The girl's name is Lianxue, and she is the daughter of the owner of this Suliu dojo, and the owner of the dojo is also her future master.

After that one-on-seven win, I met this man. After a lot of punches and kicks from the other party, the man who thought he had helped his young self to change his ways took him in, who had nowhere to go.

'It's okay, I've helped you change your ways! '

'From now on, you will be my disciple! '

'As you can see, this dojo is empty... not a single disciple...'