Regarding his second disciple, Jigoro had no good solutions, so he could only coax and scare him into achieving his training goals.
Looking at the moon rising in the sky, and realizing that it was indeed getting late, Jigoro walked over and helped Zenitsu up, saying as he did so:
"Honestly, Zenitsu, you're a young man, and I, a disabled old man, have to help you. Aren't you ashamed?
Alright, alright, tomorrow's training can wait until tomorrow. You should take care of tonight's dinner."
Zenitsu, with a long face, said:
"Grandpa, I'm already very tired. Do I still have to make dinner?"
Jigoro had calmed down:
"It's not impossible for me to cook, but do you think it's appropriate for me, an old man, to cook while you, a young man, comfortably wait to eat?"
Zenitsu thought it was inappropriate.
Sighing, he walked with heavy steps towards their master-disciple house, beginning to prepare tonight's dinner.
Speaking of which, when Horitake first brought Zenitsu back to Mount Sagiri, it was under the pretense of hiring a servant.
Initially, Zenitsu's role on Mount Sagiri wasn't Jigoro's disciple, but merely a pitiful little servant on Mount Sagiri, doing all the dirty and tiring work.
Of course, cooking was also entirely Zenitsu's responsibility.
From then until now, Zenitsu had basically taken on all the daily chores on Mount Sagiri, and cooking was no exception.
Watching Zenitsu run off to cook, Jigoro felt much better:
"Although Zenitsu is timid, he is indeed a kind and good child.
In this regard, Horitake is..."
Jigoro couldn't help but recall Horitake's situation on Mount Sagiri in the past.
Not to mention that Horitake never did household chores, and despite having such excellent culinary skills, he stubbornly refused to cook, only showcasing his talent when he was in a good mood.
Alas... his eldest disciple was good in every aspect except for his personality.
His second disciple was bad in every aspect except for his personality.
It's a pity that no one is perfect. If he could somehow merge his two disciples' personalities, taking the best and discarding the worst, that would surely be the most perfect disciple in the world!
Sighing and shaking his head, Jigoro also walked towards his home.
The harmonious master and disciple, unaware, a deadly crisis was approaching them.
In the small town at the foot of Mount Sagiri, tonight, a stranger arrived.
The so-called stranger was an old man draped in a wide robe.
This old man was hunched, timid, and appeared as cowardly as a mouse.
If it weren't for the fact that the robe he was wearing was still relatively clean and new, the townspeople would probably have mistaken this old man for a beggar from who knows where.
Because old people and children posed no threat, the townspeople didn't pay much attention to this stranger.
They had no idea that this old man was a very terrifying existence.
Deep into the night, the townspeople were all inside their homes, resting. The town streets were empty, with only a few flickering streetlights working.
The old man, covered by his wide robe, obscured his face as he quietly walked along the town's streets.
Suddenly, the old man stopped.
Because a blue-faced, fanged demon appeared before him.
The moment this demon saw the old man, it was surprisingly respectful, even showing fear and awe.
The demon immediately knelt before the old man.
Looking at the demon, a faint voice emanated from beneath the dark robe of the old man:
"Have you found out?"
The demon respectfully replied:
"Sir, it has been found out.
That mountain nearby is called Mount Sagiri.
According to the people in this town, about half a year ago, there was a terrifying thunderstorm on Mount Sagiri. That thunderstorm was very strange.
At that time, very thick dark clouds enveloped Mount Sagiri.
The strange thing was that the clouds were only distributed over Mount Sagiri, not affecting any place outside the mountain at all!
It is said that the thunderstorm at that time was extremely terrifying with lightning and thunder, but there was no rain.
And as it thundered, suddenly a terrifying, barrel-sized bolt of lightning struck from the dark clouds, directly hitting a certain spot on Mount Sagiri!
However, the most terrifying thing was yet to come.
According to witnesses, that barrel-sized lightning bolt did not completely strike Mount Sagiri. Halfway through, something purple flickering suddenly shot up from the mountainside of Mount Sagiri. This purple-flickering thing seemed to have sliced the barrel-sized lightning bolt in half!
Many people in the town witnessed this scene at the time.
These people thought that some deity or monster had appeared on Mount Sagiri and were very uneasy. The next day, they all went up Mount Sagiri, wanting to investigate.
But according to the old swordsman residing on Mount Sagiri, that day's lightning was just an accident, and any talk of 'purple slicing lightning' was purely fabricated, nothing strange at all.
Because no strange things happened afterward, and it didn't affect the town, this incident gradually faded from the townspeople's minds."
Listening to the demon's report, the old man shrouded in a black robe nodded with some satisfaction.
At this moment, another demon appeared.
This demon also respectfully and fearfully knelt before the old man, beginning to honestly report the information it had gathered:
"Sir, it has been found out.
An old man resides on Mount Sagiri, named Jigoro Kuwajima. He is said to be a very powerful swordsman and came to live here many years ago.
The old man has a rather fiery temper, is short in stature, and has a prosthetic leg.
It is said that this old man has two disciples.
The eldest disciple lived and trained with this old man since childhood. About half a year ago, this eldest disciple seemed to have graduated and left Mount Sagiri.
The second disciple seems to be new, having been here for less than a year. It is said that he wails and cries every day, being brutally trained by this old man.
That's roughly the situation.
Oh, by the way, I also planned to go up Mount Sagiri to investigate.
But unexpectedly, the vicinity of Mount Sagiri was full of traps. I stepped into several traps, suffered several injuries, and couldn't get up Mount Sagiri no matter what, so I had no choice but to come back and report to you, sir."
Listening to this report, the old man shrouded in a black robe also nodded with comparative satisfaction.
Being able to collect so much information, these two demons were quite useful, the old man thought.
Immediately, the old man shrouded in a black robe, using the information provided by these two demons, deduced many things.
The old man residing on Mount Sagiri was said to be a very strong swordsman.
It was highly likely that this old man was a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, perhaps even a former Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps.
Whether it was taking in disciples for training, or setting up traps all over the mountain's vicinity, these styles of conduct all proved that this old man was a cultivator of the Demon Slayer Corps.
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