Ghost Slayer: My Wife Kanao

"Disciple of Urokodaki, Sabito, please give me your advice."

Sabito bowed slightly, with confidence and determination in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, Sam Miller couldn't help raising an eyebrow.

When we are young, full of vigor, we often think there's nothing we can't overcome in the world.

Perhaps only when we truly encounter setbacks...

do we realize

that people have limits.

He smiled, thinking everyone has their youthful exuberance! That's all.

"Sword Demon, Sam, pleased to meet you."

Sam pressed the hilt of his sword slightly, looking at Sabito with a bit of interest.

In the anime, Sabito is a swordsmanship genius whose talent surpasses even that of the future Water Pillar, Giyu Tomioka.

If he hadn't died prematurely at the hands of the Hand Demon, his future achievements would likely have been significant, at least on par with Giyu Tomioka.

"Attack!"

Almost without a pause, Sabito took the initiative, and the sword in his hand suddenly unsheathed, thrusting forward with such speed that only an afterimage could be seen.

Sam's face grew serious, and he had to admit Sabito's strength was impressive; in a head-to-head confrontation, he might even be stronger than Shinobu Kocho.

He hadn't trained for as long as Sabito had, nor had he practiced any kind of swordsmanship systematically. He was weaker in swordsmanship, but he definitely surpassed Sabito in terms of reaction ability, speed, and strength.

When Sabito drew his sword, Sam also drew his without hesitation.

A powerful slash met Sabito's sword.

*Clang, clang!*

Swords clashed in the air, creating sword shadows that formed and vanished quickly.

However, facing Sam's fast and heavy sword, every time Sabito struck, he felt a tremendous force spread through his body along the sword. After just a few blows, his arm was almost numb from the shock.

"Breathe..."

Focus on breathing.

Accelerate the circulation of blood and the beating of the heart.

The body's temperature starts to rise.

Physical capabilities begin to increase sharply at this moment.

"Water Breathing: First Form. Water Surface Slash."

Sabito launched a powerful straight cut, aiming to decapitate with one blow.

Watching Sabito instantly enhance his strength through 'breathing,' a spark appeared in Sam's eyes.

He also wanted to learn this method of 'breathing.'

Unfortunately, he was a demon, and no one from the Demon Slayer Corps would teach him.

Thanks to 'breathing,' Sabito temporarily had the stamina of a demon.

The First Form: Water Surface Slash was executed, and the swinging sword edge seemed to tear through the air.

An irresistible feeling almost floated in Sam's heart.

But his mouth only curled up slightly.

If Sabito could cut through rocks with one sword, he might still be cautious,

But this sword, while powerful, wasn't strong enough.

He simply raised his hand.

Demon's hand.

A metallic luster appeared on his white palm.

After executing the 'Water Breathing: First Form. Water Surface Slash,' Sabito thought Sam would dodge, or if not, use his sword to block, but he didn't expect Sam to grab his sword with his hand.

For a moment, Sabito felt uneasy, fearing he might cut off Sam's hand, but then the thought vanished.

A demon.

As long as its head isn't cut off by a Nichirin Blade, it's almost immortal. Even if his sword cut off Sam's hand, it wouldn't take long to recover.

There was no need to worry.

Knowing this, Sabito had no worries in his heart, and the "Water Breathing: First Form. Water Surface Slash" slashed at Sam's hand at an extremely fast speed.

He thought it would be easy to cut through.

*Ching...*

A crisp sound was heard, Sabito's sword clashed into Sam's hand, and there was a clear 'clang' sound, accompanied by sparks.

What?

Sabito stared wide-eyed, staring blankly at this scene, his own sword failed to cut through Sam's hand.

And at the same moment,

There was the sound of rushing wind, and a blade exuding a fiery breath was placed at his neck.

"Let's stop here?"

Sam looked at Sabito, and with the clear sound of a sword being sheathed, the blade at Sabito's neck was withdrawn.

The victory and defeat had been decided.

Sabito lightly touched his neck with his hand; just now, the icy chill was so clear, his eyes fell on Sam's hand unconsciously.

A white palm.

He couldn't cut it with a single sword.

"I lost," Sabito admitted.

He couldn't match Sam at all.

Even the palm of the opponent couldn't be cut, and there was no chance of victory.

Looking at Sabito, who frankly admitted his loss, Sam nodded slightly. The disciples taught by Sakonji Urokodaki were indeed commendable.

At least, they could accept defeat graciously.

Smiling, he was about to take Kanao Tsuyuri's hand to practice swords elsewhere.

But immediately, a girl in a fox mask with a flower on her cheek stopped him.

"I'm here to compete with you."

Makomo said softly, her voice very gentle.

The girl was wearing a pink shirt embroidered with patterns. Although her face was covered by a mask, she appeared quite delicate.

Sam slightly tilted his head and glanced at Sabito next to him.

"Makomo is not weaker than me," Sabito seemed to understand what Sam wanted to ask and said calmly. "You can beat me, but you may not beat Makomo."

"Oh!"

Sam nodded, looked at Makomo again, and said, "Interesting!"