I just became the Pirate King, and you're telling me I also time-traveled at the same time.

Chapter 57 My Greatsword is Already Thirsty

As a dull sound rang out, Himejima Gyomei showed Chu Yang his Nichirin Blade. Judging from its appearance alone, it actually had little to do with a "blade".

It was a long iron chain, with a single-edged broadsword at one end and a spiked meteor hammer at the other, making it visually striking.

Combined with Himejima Gyomei's own wide-ranging fighting style, it creates a rather violent aesthetic.

"My weapon is rather extreme and not very useful for reference. As long as it is beneficial to combat, whether it is a sword or not does not matter." Beimingyu Xingming waved the weapon in his hand, and the sharp whistling sound immediately echoed in the courtyard.

A strong wind swept through the entire courtyard.

Even Chu Yang, standing at a distance, could feel a sense of oppressive power.

"A large amount of high-purity crimson iron sand has been added to this, making it very heavy. You can try swinging it." Himejima Gyoumei placed the weapon on the ground, gesturing for Chu Yang to come and take it. He wanted to use this opportunity to test just how strong Chu Yang was.

The moment the chain touched him, Chu Yang felt its weight. He took a deep breath and pulled hard on the chain, lifting the weapons at both ends.

Himejima Gyomei asked, "May I try waving it?"

Chu Yang nodded, wielding his weapon with impressive skill and ease, without even breaking a sweat.

Himejima Gyomei was 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.

However, Chu Yang picked it up effortlessly on his first encounter and used it with ease.

Beimingyu Xingming realized that his idea of ​​helping Chu Yang improve his body might be a mistake.

He seems to be born with a perfect ability to adapt to his power.

"Put it down first." After Chu Yang put down the chains, Himejima Gyoumei silently put the weapon away and then said, "Your talent is exceptional, so my expectations for you will be even higher. When you can master the Breath of Rock, I will recommend you for the final selection."

"The Final Selection is the trial to become a Demon Slayer. There, you will face your fears and fight to the death with demons. The one who survives to the end will become a Demon Slayer, and the other will not..."

Chu Yang laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'm aware of that."

"Then I have nothing more to tell you." Himejima Gyomei turned and went into the room, saying as he walked, "There are some vats in the backyard, and there is a spring at the top of this mountain. Remember to fill these vats every day."

Chu Yang clicked his tongue, recalling the cultivation methods he had seen on television before, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Xingming, is there anything wrong with the tools for carrying water?"

Himejima Gyoumei paused, turned his head, and showed a surprised expression. "You're quite perceptive. That's a method I used to train myself. You'll see when you go take a look."

really!

A moment later, Chu Yang arrived at the backyard and saw two large, cone-shaped water buckets next to a large pile of water vats. They were so big that they couldn't stand upright and were pressed tightly against the water vats.

Both buckets were made of iron, as was the carrying pole, which was connected to the buckets by an iron chain.

"Tsk tsk, no wonder he's an ascetic. He can even come up with such an inhuman training method. I'd estimate that all of it must weigh several hundred kilograms, right?" Chu Yang thought that even Xingming from Beiming Island might not be able to lift it under normal circumstances.

Unless he maintains a state of complete concentration in his breathing.

Therefore, the forging equipment in front of us should be the one that Ximingyu Xingming used to cultivate the [Full Concentration - Normal] state.

"Let's 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, Himejima Gyomei stood at the door glaring at him, with several new buckets at his feet. He put his hands together and said in a loud voice, "With your strength, two iron buckets won't do much for training. Add these as well."

Chu Yang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. These buckets must weigh several tons together, right?

Are you kidding me?

Beimingyu Xingming looked very serious, not like he was joking, so Chu Yang immediately gave up his idea of ​​resisting and obediently added the buckets to both ends of the carrying pole.

As a result, Chu Yang truly felt the pressure and subconsciously began to concentrate his breathing, trying to reduce the burden on his body.

Hearing the natural breath of rock emanating from Chu Yang, Gyomei Himejima smiled and turned back into the temple.

The mountain path was rugged and slippery. Chu Yang tripped after only a few steps and almost tumbled down the hillside.

Still shaken, Chu Yang took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and the sweat on his forehead slowly blurred his vision.

At the critical moment, a continuous surge of life force welled up within his body, relieving Chu Yang's fatigue. He stepped forward again, his posture steady.

Beimingyu Xingming sat in front of the Buddha statue, chanting sutras continuously. As the sun set in the west, the sky outside gradually darkened, and moonlight shone on the earth instead of sunlight.

The chanting stopped abruptly. Beimingyu Xingming got up and left the temple, preparing to search for Chu Yang, as Chu Yang might be in danger if it got any later.

Not long after leaving the temple, Himejima Gyomei heard faint footsteps coming from ahead. He was relieved and stood quietly in place to wait.

Chu Yang slowly walked towards the temple. The water in the bucket was only half full, and the other half had spilled onto the road.

Sweat had completely soaked Chu Yang's clothes, which hung heavily on his body. Even so, Chu Yang was still trying his best to maintain a state of full concentration in his breathing, otherwise he would not have been able to make it down the mountain.

When Chu Yang reached the figure of Beiming Yuxingming, his legs went weak and he suddenly lost all strength, collapsing straight down.

Beimingyu Xingming reached out and firmly grasped the carrying pole with one hand.

The two buckets swayed gently until they calmed down, and another hand supported Chu Yang.

"You did very well. I thought I was going to pick you up from the mountain." Himejima Gyomei smiled, like the compassionate image of Buddha enshrined in a temple.

Chu Yang returned a smile, but before he could say anything, he fainted.

Only then did his concentrated breathing cease.

Beiming Yuxing nodded to himself, took him back to his room to rest, and then went to the backyard to pour the spring water that Chu Yang had worked so hard to bring into the water tank.

After that, Chu Yang went up the mountain to fetch water every day.

At first, he had to set off at dawn and not come down the mountain until dark, and each time he only had half a bucket of water, so he couldn't guarantee that the water wouldn't spill.

As he became more proficient in breathing through rocks, the time it took to descend the mountain gradually decreased. Eventually, he was able to return to the temple before dark, and the water in his two buckets increased.

Half a month later, Chu Yang was able to return to the temple before dusk and ensure that not a single drop of water in the bucket was spilled.

After half a month of training, Chu Yang can maintain a stable state of fully focused breathing even under intense exercise.

Chu Yang also filled the water tank in the backyard completely, enough to last for quite a long time.

Beiming Island Xingming watched all this silently, his inner shock unspeakable.

The training he set for Chu Yang was actually designed to last for six months, but he didn't expect Chu Yang to complete it all in just half a month.

The following day, the "Kakuna," a special unit responsible for the Demon Slayer Corps' logistics, arrived to deliver something to Gyomei Himejima.

It turns out that half a month ago, Beimingyu Xingming, who had decided to take Chu Yang under his wing, had already ordered a batch of heavy weapons from the swordsmith village.

This was prepared by Beimingyu Xingming for Chu Yang, who would choose the weapon that suited him best from this batch.

How will you know what weapon you'll like if you don't try it out yourself?

These weapons contain different types of crimson iron sand and crimson ore.

Without exception, they were all extremely heavy and incredibly lethal.

Just transporting these heavy cold weapons required a significant number of "Hidden" team members.