At this point, Gyomei Himejima paused, "You don't seem to know what a nichirin blade is yet, do you?"
Chu Yang replied, "I saw one when I was rescued, and I also saw them at the Butterfly Mansion with injured swordsmen. But everyone's nichirin blade seems to be different?"
Gyomei Himejima nodded, "The style of a nichirin blade varies from person to person. Once you officially become a Demon Slayer Corps swordsman, you will also have your own nichirin blade."
"The material of a nichirin blade is different from ordinary swords. It is made from a mineral called Masira Scarlet Ore. This ore can absorb the sun's energy, thus effectively harming demons."
"From ancient times to the present, no matter what kind of demon, their fear of the sun has been consistent."
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Chapter 57 My Great Blade Is Already Thirsty
As a dull sound emanated, Gyomei Himejima displayed his nichirin blade to Chu Yang. From its appearance alone, it actually had almost no connection to a "blade."
It was a long iron chain, with a broad axe sharpened on one side connected to one end, and a spiked meteor hammer connected to the other, creating a strong visual impact.
Paired with Gyomei Himejima's own wide-open fighting style, it was quite a violent aesthetic.
"My weapon is quite extreme, so it doesn't have much reference value. As long as it's conducive to battle, whether it's a blade or not doesn't matter." Gyomei Himejima swung the weapon in his hand, and a sharp whistling sound immediately echoed in the courtyard.
A fierce wind swept through the entire courtyard.
Even Chu Yang, standing far away, could feel a suppressive force.
"A large amount of high-purity Masira Scarlet Iron Sand has been added to it, making it very heavy. You can try swinging it." Gyomei Himejima placed the weapon on the ground, motioning for Chu Yang to pick it up. He wanted to test how strong Chu Yang truly was.
The moment the iron chain entered his hand, Chu Yang felt it was heavy. He took a deep breath, pulled the iron chain hard, and lifted the weapons at both ends.
Gyomei Himejima asked, "Can you try swinging it?"
Chu Yang nodded, swinging the weapon in his hand with great vigor, making it look effortless, without even panting.
Gyomei Himejima was very surprised. He had just emphasized that this weapon was extremely heavy, and no one in the entire Demon Slayer Corps except him could use it.
But Chu Yang picked it up effortlessly the first time he touched it, and he used it with ease.
Gyomei Himejima realized that his idea of helping Chu Yang refine his body might be wrong.
He seemed to be naturally able to perfectly adapt to his own strength.
"Put it down first." After Chu Yang put down the iron chain, Gyomei Himejima silently put the weapon away and then said, "Your talent is excellent, so my demands on you will be even higher. When you can skillfully master Stone Breathing, I will recommend you for the Final Selection."
"The Final Selection is a trial to become a Demon Slayer Corps swordsman. There, you will face fear directly, fighting demons to the death. Those who survive to the end will become Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen; otherwise..."
Chu Yang smiled, "Don't worry, I have that much resolve."
"Then I have nothing more to tell you." Gyomei Himejima turned and entered the room, saying as he walked, "There are some jars in the backyard. There's a spring at the top of this mountain. Remember to fill these jars every day."
Chu Yang smacked his lips. He recalled the training methods he had seen on TV before, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Himejima, won't there be any problems with the tools for carrying water?"
Gyomei Himejima paused, turned his head, and showed a surprised expression, "You're quite sharp. That's a method I used to train myself. You'll know when you see it."
As expected!
A moment later, Chu Yang arrived in the backyard and saw two large conical water buckets next to a pile of water jars. They couldn't stand on the ground at all and were leaning tightly against the jars.
These two buckets were also made of iron, and even the carrying pole was iron, connected by an iron chain.
"Tsk tsk, truly worthy of an ascetic monk. He could even come up with such an anti-human training method. Conservatively estimated, all of them together must weigh several hundred kilograms, right?" Chu Yang felt that under normal circumstances, Gyomei Himejima might not even be able to lift them.
Unless he maintained a state of Total Concentration Breathing at all times.
Therefore, this set of training equipment in front of him should have been used by Gyomei Himejima to practice the [Total Concentration: Constant] state.
"Time to go up the mountain!" Chu Yang hoisted the carrying pole onto his shoulder, feeling no pressure, and then walked out of the temple into the sunlight.
Unexpectedly, Gyomei Himejima was standing at the entrance, staring at him, with several new buckets placed at his feet. He clasped his hands together and said loudly, "With your strength, two iron buckets won't do much for training. Add all of these."
Chu Yang's eyes almost popped out. These buckets combined must weigh several tons, right?
What a joke?
Gyomei Himejima's expression looked very serious, not like he was joking, so Chu Yang immediately dismissed the idea of resisting and obediently added those buckets to both ends of the carrying pole.
This way, Chu Yang truly felt the pressure and instinctively engaged in Total Concentration Breathing, trying to lighten the burden on his body.
Gyomei Himejima felt the Stone Breathing naturally emanating from Chu Yang's body, smiled, and turned back into the temple.
The mountain path was rugged, and his feet easily slipped. Chu Yang had barely walked a few steps before he tripped, stumbling and nearly rolling down the hillside.
Still shaken, Chu Yang took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and the sweat trickling down his forehead slowly blurred his vision.
At the crucial moment, a continuous surge of vitality poured out from his body, alleviating Chu Yang's fatigue. He took another step forward, his figure steady.
Gyomei Himejima sat before the Buddha statue, continuously chanting sutras. As the sun set in the west, the sky outside gradually darkened, and Gekko replaced sunlight, illuminating the earth.
The chanting stopped abruptly. Gyomei Himejima rose and walked out of the temple, preparing to look for Chu Yang. If it got any later, Chu Yang might encounter danger.
Not long after leaving the temple, Gyomei Himejima heard faint footsteps coming from ahead. Only then did he relax, standing quietly in place to wait.
Chu Yang slowly walked towards the temple. Only half of the water remained in the buckets; the other half had all spilled onto the road.
Sweat had completely soaked Chu Yang's clothes, hanging heavily on him. Even so, Chu Yang was still trying to maintain the Total Concentration Breathing state, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to make it down the mountain.
When he reached Gyomei Himejima, Chu Yang's legs suddenly went weak and he collapsed straight down.
Gyomei Himejima reached out, one hand firmly gripping the carrying pole.
The two water buckets gently swayed, then became still, while his other hand supported Chu Yang.
"You did very well. I originally thought I'd have to go up the mountain to get you." Gyomei Himejima smiled, like the compassionate face of the Buddha enshrined in the temple.
Chu Yang returned a smile, but before he could speak, he fainted.
Only then did his Total Concentration Breathing release.
Gyomei Himejima nodded to himself, carried him back to his room to rest, and then went to the backyard to pour the spring water Chu Yang had painstakingly carried into the water jars.
Thereafter, Chu Yang went up the mountain to carry water every day.
At first, he had to set off at dawn and wouldn't return until dark, and each time he only had half a bucket of water, unable to keep it from spilling.
As he became more proficient with Stone Breathing, the time it took him to descend the mountain gradually shortened. Slowly, he could return to the temple before dark, and the amount of water in both buckets also increased.
Half a month later, Chu Yang could already return to the temple before dusk, ensuring that not a single drop of water spilled from the buckets.
After this half-month of training, Chu Yang could maintain the stability of his Total Concentration Breathing state during any intense exercise.
And all the water jars in the backyard were filled by Chu Yang, enough to last for a long time.
Gyomei Himejima silently watched all of this, the shock deep within him inexpressible.
The training he had set for Chu Yang was actually aimed at a period of six months, but he hadn't expected Chu Yang to complete it all in half a month.
The next day, the special unit "Kakushi" responsible for the Demon Slayer Corps' logistics work arrived. They were there to deliver something to Gyomei Himejima.
It turned out that half a month ago, Gyomei Himejima, having decided to take Chu Yang in, had already pre-ordered a batch of heavy weapons from the Swordsmith Village.
These were prepared by Gyomei Himejima for Chu Yang, who was to choose the one he found most comfortable among them.
How could one know what weapon they would like without trying it out personally?
The Masira Scarlet Iron Sand and Masira Scarlet Ore contained in these weapons varied.
But without exception, they were all extremely heavy and incredibly destructive.
Just transporting these heavy cold weapons required quite a few Kakushi members.
Chapter 58 Terrifying Weapons
"Knowing how to pick up a weapon is important, but knowing how to put it down when necessary is even more important. The weapon in your hand can not only kill demons but also easily kill people."
Before Chu Yang began trying out the weapons, Gyomei Himejima earnestly warned him with these words, showing his deep concern.
"Mr. Himejima, rest assured, I know the significance of the power I possess." Chu Yang sincerely replied, then walked to the pile of heavy weapons and examined them carefully.
Meteor hammers, maces, flails, giant broad axes taller than a man, and zanmatō with blades almost as wide as a door panel.
Chu Yang broke out in a cold sweat just looking at them.
This wasn't choosing weapons; it was clearly choosing instruments of torture, a whole large-scale crime scene identification!
There were even long-handled greatswords and pikes, highly characteristic of ancient China.
Even Guan Yu would give a thumbs-up.
Gyomei Himejima's weapon was actually a modified flail, with a broad axe attached to the other end to further enhance its destructive power. Honestly, he very much hoped Chu Yang would choose a weapon similar to his own.
However, Chu Yang ultimately chose the zanmatō.
At least this thing was a blade.
The others had absolutely no relation to a "nichirin blade," and Chu Yang wasn't very keen on using them.
At most, he could change its name to "Tetsusaiga" or "Zangetsu"; they looked pretty similar anyway.
Gyomei Himejima sighed, looking a bit disappointed.
What was wrong with a flail?
It had strong destructive power, was easy to operate, and could kill demons one by one.
He just didn't appreciate it!
Gyomei Himejima reminded him, "You are not yet an official Demon Slayer Corps member, so the weapon in your hand is only temporary, allowing you to participate in the Final Selection."
"Although the weapon forms are different, the techniques are largely similar. You just need to be flexible with the details."
Gyomei Himejima picked up his weapon and began to demonstrate the sword techniques of Stone Breathing for Chu Yang.
Most heavy weapon techniques have commonalities. Gyomei Himejima hoped Chu Yang could find techniques among them that suited him and would allow the zanmatō to maximize its strengths.
Chu Yang watched intently, firmly engraving all the techniques into his mind.
Due to the small number of inheritors, Stone Breathing has far fewer techniques than other styles. Gyomei Himejima demonstrated up to the Fifth Form to Chu Yang and then stopped.
"The techniques I know end here. The rest is up to you to complete." Gyomei Himejima put down his weapon, clasped his hands, "If you have any questions, you can ask me now."
Chu Yang shook his head, indicating that he had no doubts.