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Upon hearing this, Yasui Ryosuke smiled bitterly to himself.
According to the original owner's memories, it should be the late Meiji period now, about 10 years earlier than the original timeline.
Shinobu and Kanae were still just little kids; the Butterfly Mansion hadn't even been built yet!
Treatment? Treatment my ass!
Not to mention, with current medical technology, how can congenital organ failure be cured?
That's like a toad chasing a frog; you're ugly, so what are you doing?
As for becoming a ghost...
The scumbag boss Muzan's side doesn't pay wages or social security, and he lays off employees at the drop of a hat. Modern black-hearted capitalists would all praise themselves for being too kind if they saw him!
Even if Yasui Ryosuke doesn't want anything else, he just wants to look good in women's clothing.
The scoundrel boss only needs to peek into Ryosuke's memories to know where the Blue Spider Lily is.
Given Muzan's personality, once he achieves his goal, he will most likely crush Ryosuke to pieces.
I'm not even afraid of sunlight turning me into a JoJo-level creature anymore, so what do I need you bunch of devils for?!
The ghost route is completely unfeasible, so we'll skip it.
The current situation is that Ryosuke Yasui will die if he doesn't kill the demon! He'll be cremated in a year!
The only way for him to survive is through the system's life-saving feature!
A strong will to survive and a sense of crisis overwhelmed all of Ryosuke's hesitation and wishful thinking.
Seeing the changing expressions on Ryosuke's face, Jigoro assumed he was in despair and was about to say something like "cherish the rest of your time."
Ryosuke Yasui made a move.
He slowly sat up and bowed ninety degrees to Ciwulang.
"Coach! I want to play basketball... uh, no!"
Ryosuke Yasui, who had gone to the wrong channel, spoke again.
"Senior! I wish to slay the evil spirit! Please teach me!"
Chapter 2 Shota and Rika
Ryosuke Yasui's actions were so smooth and seamless that they caught Jigoro completely off guard.
"Oh? What's your name?"
"Ryosuke, Yasui Ryosuke."
Jigoro's expression turned serious: "Slay demons? With your appearance?"
His voice carried undisguised skepticism and cruelty.
"If the wind blows you over, and you cough up blood after running a few steps, can you even lift a knife? Can you wield a sword? The training of breathing techniques is a painful process of crushing and rebuilding your bones inch by inch!"
"Your broken body will be ruined before you even see the evil spirit!"
The Demon Slayer Corps faces countless dangers; they might be wiped out any day now.
Therefore, trainers need to regularly cultivate new recruits to continuously supply the Demon Slayer Corps with fresh blood and ensure that the combat strength does not fall behind. Time is extremely precious.
No one would waste time on a sick person who has less than a year to live.
Ryosuke Yasui knew that what Jigoro said was the truth, a bloody and cruel reality.
This body is indeed a burden.
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot from the pain, but the flame burning in his eyes was incredibly intense, with an almost insane obsession.
"Senior! My family was all killed by evil spirits, but I can do it!!"
Ryosuke Yasui roared, "If I can't wield a knife, I'll bite it! If I can't swing a sword, I'll ram it with my body!"
"As long as I can slay evil spirits! As long as I have the power to slay demons! I can endure any kind of suffering!"
"If my bones break, I'll set them and train again! If I cough up blood, I'll swallow it back and fight again! Senior! Please! Give me a chance!!"
The room was deathly silent, except for Yasui Ryosuke's heavy breathing.
This was his only way to survive; it was a desperate act of fighting to live at all costs.
The scrutinizing look on Ciwulang's face slowly faded.
He silently looked at the thin, frail boy in front of him, who seemed about to breathe his last at any moment.
The fire in his eyes, that reckless and obsessive madness, reminded him of something... something from a very long time ago.
Ci Wulang exhaled and said solemnly, "Come with me."
He still relented.
Ryosuke Yasui was pleasantly surprised and followed.
As you walk through the corridor, the sunlight is a bit dazzling.
They arrived at a wide-open space behind the mansion, surrounded by lush peach groves and blooming peach blossoms.
This is the Taoshan training ground. The ground is compacted and level, with some wooden stakes, stone locks, and weapon racks placed along the edges.
A brother and sister are training on the field.
The boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a lithe figure, messy short brown hair, and movements as agile as a monkey.
The girl was a little younger than him, with her hair styled in a simple bun and a petite figure.
“Shota! Rika!” Jigoro’s voice rang out.
The two men stopped swinging their knives and looked over at the same time.
Shota grinned, his eyes gleaming as he looked intently at Ryosuke Yasui: "Who is he?"
"Ryosuke Yasui."
Ryosuke announced his name, his voice hoarse.
"Shouta Kiritani!"
The boy readily agreed, pointing to the girl beside him: "This is my younger sister, Kiritani Rika!"
"H-hello..."
Pear Blossom bowed slightly, a little shyly, her voice soft and gentle.
Ryosuke Yasui nodded, which was considered a greeting.
According to his memory, there were no two people in the original work.
This proves that they are very likely to lose their lives in the final test at Fujikasayama.
After all, the Hand Ghost, an early-game boss, is hidden there.
If it weren't for the protagonist Tanjiro... cough cough, Tanjiro's last-minute super headbutt with water-based head-cutting technique, he really wouldn't have won.
The title of "Head Pillar" is well-deserved!
"Ryosuke is not in good health."
Jigoro spoke, his tone direct: "But he is determined to embark on the path of slaying demons, and will train with you from today onwards."
He glanced at the three of them, his voice suddenly turning stern: "Shota! Rika! Basic physical training, fifty laps around the track! Ryosuke, you..."
He glanced at Yasui Ryosuke's swaying body and pale face.
"Twenty laps! You can walk, but you have to finish! Now! Start running!"
Shota and Rika were already used to it.
The two responded and immediately rushed out at great speed, their steps light and agile.
Ryosuke Yasui took a deep breath and followed behind.
The training field is about 500 meters in circumference.
Twenty laps... ten kilometers...
He had never run this far, not even in his past life, let alone in this one.
Soon, before even half a lap was completed, a sharp pain shot through my lungs, and my steps became unsteady.
But in order to survive, Ryosuke gritted his teeth and took a step forward, and sweat instantly poured out, not hot sweat but cold sweat.
Shota and Karin passed by him time and time again.
As Pear Blossom ran past, she glanced at him with concern.
Three laps... four laps...
Ryosuke Yasui felt like he was going to explode if he took another step!
Sweat blurred my vision, and all I could hear was the pounding of my heart.
He had only one thought in his mind.
Finish the run! You must finish the run! This is the first step!
When Shota and Rika finished their day's training and went back to their room for dinner, Ryosuke was still running.
In the end, he almost crawled across the finish line.
Ryosuke trembled all over, half-kneeling on the ground, his face ashen and pale as a corpse, his broken coughs seeming to tear his body apart.
Inside the house, Rika couldn't help but look at Jigoro.
"Chicken Sauce, is Ryosuke really okay?"
Jigoro also scrutinized the boy.
"It's alright, you guys eat first."
"But……"
Just as Shota was about to say something, he saw Ryosuke in the training field suddenly stand up.
His eyes were fixed on the wooden sword on the weapon rack. Dragging his leaden legs, he staggered over step by step.