The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable

Time passed from the cold morning to around nine o'clock, and the sun shone warmly in the courtyard.

In the courtyard, everyone looked at Shang Quanna in bewilderment as he chased Murata with a wooden sword.

After listening to Shang Quannai's account, they felt somewhat resigned.

"Wait!! Don't come here!!" Murata looked at Shang Quannai's figure running toward him in horror, and backed away hastily!

"Why do you need to test my strength! Isn't this kind of thing something that can be seen at a glance?"

Murata's face was covered in cold sweat. He backed away quickly and kept complaining desperately: "I am so thin! I look very weak at first sight!!"

Then, in a trance, he saw a yellow thing coming towards him!

Subconsciously, he closed his eyes and blocked the wooden knife in his hand in that direction!

"Snapped!"

Shang Quanna held the wooden sword in one hand and collided hard with the wooden sword in Murata's hand, making a crisp wooden sound.

"Ahem..." Murata gritted his teeth, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, resisting the huge force coming from the knife, and his hands kept shaking due to weakness.

Shang Quanna looked at Murata who was resisting with his eyes closed with some surprise. He thought that Murata, who looked thin, would not be able to stop him.

His reaction speed is very fast, this guy might have some talent.

Although he didn't use any force, the speed of swinging the sword was much faster than that of an average samurai.

"Open your eyes! Treat me as your enemy!" Shang Quanna held the knife and shouted angrily at Murata who closed his eyes and tried hard: "Close your eyes when fighting with others, where do you put your life? Got it!"

When Murata heard Shang Quanna's shout, he couldn't help but be startled. He subconsciously opened his eyes and looked in front of him.

At this moment, Shang Quanna slightly pressed the knife against Murata's knife, and then turned his wrist!

The tip of the wooden knife instantly turned in one direction! Murata's wooden sword was hooked from the side!

"Pa!" Shang Quannai took advantage of the situation and made a horizontal slash! The wooden sword held by Murata was slashed straight from the side toward the ground!

Murata was caught off guard and the wooden sword almost came out of his hands, but in the second moment, he grabbed the handle of the sword tightly again!

But the whole person's center of gravity shifted to the other side of the body in order to hold the knife!

Then, seemingly out of a premonition or to balance his body's center of gravity, Murata subconsciously slashed the wooden sword diagonally upward!

Just at this moment, Shang Quannai also swung the Kasaya Slash diagonally downward!

"Snapped!!"

The two wooden swords collided together again!

The crisp sound echoed in the courtyard.

The head of the Uyashiki family on the rooftop was smiling and squinting at Murata, who was facing off with Naizuna.

Everyone in the courtyard was secretly observing Shang Quannai's movements.

Shang Quan Nai looked at Murata who took the initiative to attack in surprise. The latter was gritting his teeth and maintaining an upward chopping action, constantly wrestling with Shang Quan Nai.

This guy is quite talented!

Shangquan Naifang's light hand formed a delicate balance with the strength used by Murata.

The reaction speed is up to standard, and he has a certain sense of combat. He is still able to wrestle for such a long time despite being malnourished for a long time.

The most important thing is...his relatives are suspected to have died due to ghosts.

It's perfect for...joining the Demon Slayer Corps.

Thinking about it, Shang Quanna sighed melancholy. He looked at Murata with some surprise and hesitation, but his tone was very firm:

"You are not weak."

Saying that, Shang Quannai suddenly raised the knife high! Made an upper chopping motion!

"On the contrary! You are very talented!"

When Murata heard Shang Quanna's words and actions, he was stunned for a moment, then his pupils shrank and he quickly adjusted the direction of the knife!

"Whoa!" Shang Quanna suddenly slashed the knife towards Murata!

Snapped!

Beads of sweat dripped down Murata's forehead. He gasped for air and struggled to use his knife to stop Shang Quanna's falling wooden knife.

"Have you ever held a sword before?" Shang Quanna took back the wooden sword and asked Murata, who was instantly powerless and collapsed on the ground.

"No...no..."

Murata shook his head feebly, his eyes filled with despair.

Shang Quannai suddenly felt a familiar feeling of sleepiness rising up, and he nodded:

"You are very good at catching such a slash perfectly."

"Now, I formally extend an invitation to you."

Shang Quanna put the wooden sword in his waist and looked at Murata who was sitting paralyzed in disbelief:

"Want to join the Demon Slayer Squad?"

Wow——!

Everyone else in the courtyard looked here in surprise. They stood up, their eyes full of confusion.

In their opinion, it shouldn't be difficult to catch the level of chop just now!

Can such an assessment really identify people who can fight ghosts?

In the corner, my wife Renshan squinted at the collapsed Murata. He hugged "Raikiri" tightly and didn't want to speak.

Murata stared at Shang Quanna in stunned silence, and he subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But Shang Quanna seemed to predict his thoughts. He waved his hand and interrupted Murata's words:

"Don't refuse in a hurry." Shang Quanna said, looking at Murata seriously: "If you join the Demon Slayer Squad, we will help you contact your family."

As he spoke, Shang Quannai paused. He looked at Murata's interested eyes and continued:

"After contacting your family, you have the right to leave the Demon Slayer Corps at any time, and I will not stop you."

Murata looked at Shang Quanna in surprise, as if he couldn't believe why he was treated like this.

Shang Quannai's tone changed. He turned around and looked at Murata:

"Similarly, in exchange, you need to practice sword practice every day while you are in the Demon Slayer Corps."

"Or you can choose to leave now and return to your life of begging."

"The choice is yours."

Murata's eyes gradually became dull, and he looked blankly at Shang Quanna, and behind him, the smiling head of the Uyashiki family was sitting on the roof.

Everything seemed so unrealistic to him.

After lowering his head and thinking for a while, Murata gradually came to a conclusion.

He raised his head suddenly, looked firmly at Shang Quannai, who was standing in the sunshine in the courtyard, and solemnly asked his question:

"Your Mightiness!"

Shang Quanna turned his head and looked at Murata.

The latter took a few deep breaths and asked loudly and seriously:

"Demon Slayers! Are you in charge of the food?!"

Shang Quannai's eyes froze. He turned back silently and looked at the people in the courtyard, ignoring Murata.

He coughed twice, and then shouted loudly into the courtyard:

"Those who want to join the Demon Slayer Corps! Come to me for an assessment!"

Then I casually glanced around the courtyard, and instantly saw my wife Renshan hiding in the corner and sleeping with her eyes squinted.

"My wife is kind! Come here and set an example!!" Shang Quannai shouted at him!

Murata on the side saw that Shang Quanna was ignoring him, and he stood up in a hurry:

"Hey! Don't you think the Demon Slayer Corps doesn't care about food!?"

"What's your future, bastard!"

"But... taking care of food is really important..."