Rimuru go to Japan for fun

Rimuru swordplay

Rimuru’s sword-fighting session took a dramatic turn, capturing not just the attention of his audience but sparking an online frenzy. As the wooden sword shattered in his hands, the crowd stood stunned, mouths slightly agape. Rimuru, ever the master of timing, let the silence hang for just a moment before he sheathed his now broken weapon with a confident smirk.

"Well," he drawled, his voice smooth and commanding, "it seems this realm’s weapons can’t handle my power. Pity."

The trainer, seasoned but clearly outmatched, stared in disbelief. Rimuru’s movements had been too fast, too fluid almost inhuman. But Rimuru didn’t let that linger. He stepped forward, casting a glance over the now-splintered remains of his weapon, and with an air of casual superiority, added, "I learned from the best. Giants, knights, even a dragon or two it’s not all that hard once you’ve bent time and space to your will."

He turned to the crowd with a gleam in his eye, his voice dropping into a hushed, almost dangerous tone, "When you’ve taken down gods, a mere mortal’s blade feels like a toy."

The crowd let out an audible gasp, some laughing nervously, others exchanging wide-eyed looks. Rimuru caught sight of one particularly starstruck woman, staring up at him in awe. His smirk widened.

"Don’t worry, love," he said, locking eyes with her and giving a wink. "I only break hearts and swords."

That one line alone sent an electric current through the room, half the crowd swooning while the other half struggled to suppress their impressed chuckles.

As the practice came to a close, and Rimuru wiped a nonexistent bead of sweat from his brow, the trainer, finally finding his voice, stammered, "Who… who did you say taught you again?"

Rimuru chuckled, turning to the trainer with a cocky, knowing grin. "A giant named Luguai. He taught me more than swordsmanship he taught me how to win without even drawing my blade."

He tapped a finger to his temple, adding, "The true battle? It’s all up here."

In true Rimuru fashion, the casual badassery of the statement only added to the mystique. Then, leaning in toward the trainer, he whispered just loud enough for the crowd to hear, "But don’t worry, you put up a good fight for someone with mortal limitations."

And just like that, Rimuru strutted away, leaving the crowd buzzing with energy and admiration. His confident swagger, the aura of danger and charm, had everyone hanging onto his every word.

As Rimuru's sword video spread across the internet, comments flooded in. It wasn’t just his physical prowess that captured people’s attention it was the sheer charisma and the undercurrent of something more dangerous, more powerful, than any of them had anticipated.

- "Damn, the way he moves with that sword! Is he even human? This dude’s got some serious skill."
- "Okay, okay, not just a pretty face! Demon Lord or not, this guy’s for real."
- "I’m getting goosebumps! The sword skills are insane, but those lines. someone call Hollywood!"

Even professional fighters weighed in with their analyses:

- "There’s a finesse to his movements that I’ve rarely seen outside of master-level martial artists. I don’t know about the demon lord stuff, but his skill is legit."
- "He might be playing a character, but I wouldn’t want to face him in a real fight."

Naturally, not everyone bought into the hype. Experts from martial arts forums and other critics jumped in with skeptical remarks.

- "I mean, sure, he’s good with a sword, but let’s be real. Demon lord? This has to be part of an act."

- "It’s all theatrics. No one can move like that unless there’s some trickery involved."

Rimuru, catching wind of the skepticism, took it all in stride. He even responded with his own signature style on social media:

"An act? Let me ask you this how does one 'act' when bending the very laws of reality? #JustDemonLordThings"

Fans were quick to share his response, with more comments pouring in about how his mix of arrogance and humor was part of what made him so magnetic.

As if to silence the skeptics for good, Rimuru dropped one more video this time of him casually flipping the remains of the splintered wooden sword in his hand. He turned to the camera, eyes dark but twinkling with mischief.

"In my world, we don’t just wield power. We *are* power." He let the pieces of wood drop to the ground. "So, next time you see me, just remember this was me holding back."

He paused, smirking as if letting his words sink in.

"And to the critics: you’re welcome to try me any time. Just don’t be upset if I leave more than your pride in pieces."