Final Selection's

I am currently still in the hospital and sick asf but this is one of the pre-written chapters I said I was gonna schedule to post so here you go

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Before stepping into the forest, Mori took out his Imitation Yeoui along with a staff holder, securing it comfortably onto his back. The weight was familiar, almost comforting. He adjusted the strap and exhaled. Despite the deadly nature of the Final Selection, he wasn't particularly nervous. In fact, he was excited. He was eager to see how many points the Hand Demon would be worth.

"Man, I hope the Hand Demon gives a decent amount of points. These weak demons barely give me anything," he muttered as he casually walked forward, the dense trees swallowing him in their embrace.

The moment he stepped further into the woods, four demons rushed at him from different angles. Their grotesque faces twisted in sadistic glee as they prepared to rip him apart.

Mori simply vanished from their sight.

"Recoilless Front Kick."

The words echoed eerily in the silent night. A fraction of a second later, Mori reappeared behind the four demons, already walking away as if nothing had happened. Simultaneously, all four demons' heads exploded at once, their bodies collapsing into the dirt.

He let out a small sigh, stretching his arms lazily.

"I guess I can use the broken Nichirin sword pieces to kill them for now," he said, remembering what he had picked up earlier.

Flashback~

As he had first entered the forest, he had come across a body. The corpse was fresh, the lifeless eyes of a trainee staring up at the night sky. Blood had pooled beneath them, their broken sword lying inches from their fingertips.

Mori knelt down beside them, his expression unreadable.

"Already...?" he whispered. He remained still for a moment before closing his eyes and lowering his head slightly.

"Rest in peace."

He got up soon after, his gaze falling on the shattered remnants of the fallen trainee's weapon. Some of the pieces were still large enough to be useful. Without hesitation, he picked up a few of the bigger shards and used tape from his inventory to secure them onto his heels and the front of his shoes.

"This will work until I get my own," he muttered, shifting his legs slightly to test the weight. He found that it didn't hinder his movements in the slightest.

Satisfied, he continued forward.

Present~

As Mori wandered deeper into the vast forest, he kept encountering low-ranked demons. One after another, they threw themselves at him, and one after another, they fell. He never had to go looking for them—they all came to him first.

"Free points," he thought to himself, not bothering to complain.

Lifting his eye mask slightly, he scanned the forest with his enhanced vision. Unfortunately, all he saw were more weaklings. His stomach grumbled, interrupting his search.

"Ugh, I wish I didn't have to eat so much just to keep my body running," he thought. Over the past two years, he had spent at least twenty thousand coins on food alone just to sustain his energy levels.

Without breaking his stride, he pulled up his inventory and bought multiple medium-rare Wagyu steaks, each costing twenty coins. He bit into one with a satisfied hum, chewing thoughtfully as he continued walking.

By the time the moon had risen, the forest had changed. More demons began to stir, their hunger intensifying under the silver glow. Other trainees were on edge, their senses heightened as they prepared for attacks from the shadows. Some of them huddled together, relying on numbers for safety. Others moved alone, cautious and alert.

Mori, however, pulled out a pillow and blanket from his inventory. He found a large tree root sticking out from the ground, plopped down onto it, and wrapped himself up in the blanket.

A few seconds later, he was fast asleep, a comically large bubble forming from his nose as he snored lightly.

Before he fully drifted off, however, he released a sphere of bloodlust around the area. It was a passive intimidation tactic—any demon that wandered too close would either be paralyzed with fear or immediately flee.

Four hours passed peacefully.

At midnight, when the moon was at its highest point, loud slamming noises reverberated through the forest, causing Mori's eyes to snap open.

His five senses had sharpened drastically over the past two years, allowing him to pick up sounds from miles away. He groaned in annoyance, rubbing his eyes as he sat up.

"Damn it, I was sleeping so well..." he muttered.

He had anticipated moments like this. Because his strength had grown so overwhelming, he had developed a technique to seal portions of his power at will. Using his Needle-Ryu Jeabongchim as a base, he had reversed its concept, allowing him to restrain himself without harming his own body.

He called this ability "Jeabong-Jeung."

The more multipliers he used, the more power he sealed away. Currently, he had about 70% of his strength sealed. It was a necessary move in his opinion. One, he could Hone his fighting skills and instinct, Two, a slight mishap of using too much strength could label him as a walking disaster and three, his growth had stagnated, so he had to find ways to push himself to grow stronger.

Annoyed at being woken up, Mori shoved his blanket and pillow back into his inventory and took off toward the source of the loud noises. His speed would've looked like teleporting in other people's eyes.

As he arrived at the scene, his eyes immediately landed on a massive demon.

The Hand Demon.

It towered over the forest floor, grotesque and deformed, with large, thick arms wrapping around itself like a grotesque cocoon. It was currently chasing two young trainees, both of whom had broken swords. They were scrambling to escape, their faces pale with terror.

Mori clicked his tongue.

"Can you guys shut up? I'm trying to sleep here," he called out, his tone filled with irritation.

The two trainees glanced at him for a brief moment before continuing to run, their survival instincts taking priority.

The Hand Demon, however, came to a sudden stop. Its twisted, bulbous head turned toward Mori, its nostrils flaring as it inhaled deeply.

"You smell... delicious," the demon growled, its grotesque mouth stretching into a wide grin.

It didn't see him as a threat. After all, Mori had no visible Nichirin Sword.

A massive hand shot forward, aiming to crush him in one swift motion.

Just before it could make contact, Mori calmly lifted his leg and delivered a sharp kick upward. The force of the impact sent the demon's arm flying off-course, deflecting it completely.

The Hand Demon's grin faltered.

Mori sighed, rolling his shoulders as he stared up at the oversized creature.

"Great. Now I'm barely awake," he muttered. "Might as well get some exercise in."

The Hand Demon snarled, baring its jagged teeth.

"I can't wait to eat you... slowly crushing your bones as I chew on your flesh" the Demon Growled

Mori scratched his head

"uhhh, okay?" Mori replied nonchalantly as he yawned, angering the Hand Demon.

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for clarification THIS IS NOT A NERF he's simply training himself because either way he's becoming too strong for the demon Slayer world

if you don't like my writing then don't read it, I'm making this shit for fun in my free time so if you got time to hate on me, you got time to just stop reading, I'm not even asking or making money from this either, this is purely for my entertainment and others so just enjoy it