I Eat Demons For Breakfast! ll A Kimetsu no Yaiba Story

Chapter し

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" TANJIROU YELLED AT THE MYSTERY BOY. HE WAS QUITE CONFUSED WHY THE PINKETTE WAS TRYING TO PICK A FIGHT WITH HIM.

"I'd like to know what you are doing." He replied.

"What do you mean? I'm training."

The masked boy was quiet then asked, "How long do you plan to sit on the ground without even taking a stance?"

Tanjirou's eyes widened before he stood up and took a fighting stance.

The mystery boy raised his hand and waved, indicating the burgundy boy to attack. "Come. Come at me."

"But you have a wooden sword while I have a real sword," Tanjirou said unsurely.

When Mitch heard this, he thought the younger boy had finally lost it. He suddenly felt nervous for the boy.

If someone says to attack them, you do it. It doesn't matter if they have a wooden sword or fight barehanded. As long as they have the skills, they can whoop your ass.

The pink-haired boy started laughing like a crazy person when he heard what Tanjirou said.

Both boys were confused and kind of thinking this boy needed help.

"Well, well, well! Thank you for worrying about me," The pinkette said in a confident tone. "So you think you're going to be able to hurt me!"

He instantly ran at Tanjirou, bringing his sword down to the younger boy's face. He barely had any time to prepare and was struggling to properly defend himself.

The mystery boy snarled, "Well, you don't have to worry about me! I'm more powerful than you since I've sliced that rock!"

The two continued to fight each other, but it seemed one-sided on who was winning. Mitch was under his tree, watching Tanjirou get beaten up.

The poor burgundy-haired boy could only watch in amazement as his opponent zipped around him. The skills between the two were vast. Tanjirou stood no chance. The sound of a wooden sword hitting the boy rang through the forest.

"You've learned nothing. You haven't mastered a single thing, especially the breathing techniques, or Total Concentration Breathing, Urokodaki-san taught you." The masked person sliced his arm in the air, angrily yelling at the fallen victim, aka Tanjirou.

Mitch stopped listening. He didn't need a speech about breathing techniques. His younger sister and brother-in-law both used them and lectured on each other's knowledge. The poor, unfortunate soul was Mitch, who most of the time ended in the middle of the conversation.

That fox mask reminds me of someone. Someone I used to know before... maybe a friend's relative? The blueberry had met many humans before. He couldn't remember all the names and if they died or not. Living for a few hundred years takes a toll on the memory department.

A loud 'grrr' rang out, the sound coming from his stomach. Mitch embarrassingly grabbed his stomach. Depressing lines came down from the air. Truth be told, Mitch could last a couple of days without eating any demons.

But no demons have appeared. So he took naps to ignore his hunger.

Mitch saw the pinkette going even faster in his attacks making Tanjirou going faster.

After five minutes, the burgundy was knocked unconscious by the fox boy.

"Dang, you really did knock him out," The blueberry stated, looking over the sleeping Tanjirou. "I thought with his big head, you wouldn't be able to."

The sudden appearance of Mitch spooked the masked boy, Sabito, who didn't hear his footsteps. He had been so focused on the burgundy-haired boy that he didn't see the demon in the shadows of his tree.