evening,

Butterfly House.

Su Ming’s wooden house.

"Dongdong~"

"Who?"

"Mr. Su Ming, I'm here to change the 'stage' mark for you."

"Squeak~"

Su Ming opened the wooden door and carefully poked his head out.

He thought to himself that if a fanatical fan came to the door, he must keep the last line of defense and block the door as fast as possible.

The person I liked was a yinhou wearing a hat with a hat with a low eyebrows and eyes, a frosty temple, and a covered body with black clothes.

He nodded and let him in.

This Yin was indeed the one who came to change his "level position" logo. When Su Ming became the "Gui" level, he was the one who helped him draw an invisible logo on his hands.

This is a technique of using special potions to draw words on the skin.

Everyone in the Demon Slayer will paint the corresponding text of the swordsman on the back of their hands.

For example, the lowest level is painted with ‘Gui’ on the back of the hand, and the highest level is painted with ‘A’.

certainly!

As for the nine pillars at the vertex, there is no need to be marked, and each of them is unique.

This unique skill called "Vine Flower Carving" is simply the best tattoo technique.

It will not be washed away by water, nor will it be scratched, and fade over time.

Moreover, it can be invisible in normal times, and only when the muscles are congested, this engraved 'font' will appear on the surface of the skin.

Even, it can be erased and repainted through special skills.

The back of Su Ming's hand is now engraved with "Xin". He will be re-painted and engraved with "Shu", which means he is the fifth-level swordsman in the ranking - the Swordsman.

...

Su Ming is of course very interested in this very advanced "tattoo" skill.

I saw him speaking to the Yin, who specializes in seal carving class, and said, "Mr. Saito, what are you thinking about? Regarding the last time, I made a suggestion."

Saito shook his head and said with some distress: "Master Su Ming, it's not that I don't want to help you, but that your request is really embarrassing me!"

"What's the problem with this? Didn't I draw a picture for you?"

"What's the difficulty of using the 'vied flower carving' technique to draw a beautiful tattoo for me according to the drawings?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Saito's eyes twitched, and he took out a wrinkled piece of paper from his arms and spread it out.

Su Ming was a little embarrassed in an instant, and reached out to grab the cup and took a sip of water.

I saw a lifelike... hemp rope was painted on the paper?

Saito said: "You asked me to paint the great dragon on your body. But I have never seen it before, and the drawings you drew are really..."

"Um?"

"I have subverted my old concept of dragons. In any case, I can't draw and engrave you according to this picture."

"Puchi~ Cough cough cough..."

Hearing this, Su Ming was also happy and choked on the tea.

He swears that he was indeed serious at that time and wanted to draw a dragon, he absolutely had no intention of cheating the old man.

But his talent in this life is probably used to learn and exercise his martial arts. His skills in painting are simply... terrible!

He smiled and shook his head, blinked at the old man, and said, "You don't have the hand-painted oriental dragons like that. You can just tattoo one of them according to the one!"

He thought to himself:

‘This tattoo is usually smooth and hidden deep in the skin. Once it is time to fight, the breathing method is activated and the body is full of blood. In an instant, a lifelike dragon climbs onto his shoulders, cheeks, and body...it's simply too handsome!’

But Mr. Saito shook his head: "I'm so frankly. Of course I have the hand-drawn drawings you said, but if you have tattooed that exquisite thing, you can't do it without the old craftsman who has been immersed in this art for decades."

Su Ming stared at him with wide eyes, probably asking:

‘Do you think you are very young?’

As if I understood the meaning of Su Ming's eyes, the old man closed his turbid eyes: "I am just a bad old man who has carved words for decades. Even though he has the special skill of 'Vine Flower Carving', I have never painted and carved patterns, let alone that kind of extremely exquisite dragon!"

Su Ming nodded regretfully, a little unwilling to give in, and asked, "Can you teach me this memory? I really want to use the 'Vine Flower Carving' to carve a great power dragon."

Saito pondered for a while and nodded. He was already in his twilight years, and he hid it in his hand and brought it into the loess.

It is better to stay in the world and be carried forward.

"No problem, I will do my best to teach you the technique of 'Vine Flower Carving'."

"That's great."

“…”

"But...you must stop saying honorifics to me."

"Now you teach me 'Vine Flower Diao', that's my teacher. Teachers and disciples should be my respectful words to you!"

"Teacher Saito!" As he said that, Su Ming leaned over to salute.

The old man's eyebrows raised with joy by the sound of Teacher Saito.

He even said, "I dare not." But anyone could hear the intimacy and joy in his tone.

He reached out to help Su Ming up, but he didn't know what to say at once. The somewhat dull old craftsman could only use an interesting thing from a few days ago as a topic of conversation and listen to him.

A few days ago—

The Tengxishan assessment ended.

Kondo just came down from the mountain.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, he met the painter Saito who was rushing to the scene.

After the two of them had a conversation, everyone on the mountain also came down the mountain one after another.

When Sayashiki Hinata saw Saito coming, she said to everyone: "This is a secret to draw the class for you. Please wait a moment and let him draw the class logo on your arms."

She had just been pulled by Kuroshi Kawa Kinya. Although her face was calm, the sound from her heart to her mouth became slight.

Everyone didn't know if they heard it clearly.

But she didn't want to care whether they heard it clearly or not, so she nodded to Saito, signaled him to start drawing and engraving.

...

So Saito shook hands with everyone by measuring his body and making team uniforms.

Saito's skills were very outstanding. After decades of special research, he only carved the word "Gui" on the back of their hands in a short time when he shook hands with the swordsmen.

Some people don't even know what's going on.

But Kondo saw the clue, he pulled the old man aside and asked to him in a low voice: "Can you help me tattoo a dragon!"

The short-haired boy was addicted to the second-hand manuscript given to him by Su Ming, and naturally he also had a profound influence.

Kondo is actually quite vague about the concept of dragon. As a dignified neon man, he can't even tell the difference between an oriental dragon and a western dragon.

But it did not prevent him from worshiping such a great creature.

I thought to myself, if I had a tattoo on my body.

Isn't it another step towards greatness?

Saito had no idea about his thoughts. He scratched his head, feeling that this young man was as difficult as his former stepson, and he asked to tattoo dragons!

Saito really wanted to get rid of this troublesome boy, and had an idea and handed him the "Great Power Dragon Picture" drawn to him by Su Ming in his early years.

Saito took the wrinkled paper in confusion and spread it out to see.

"What is this?"

"Dragon!" Mr. Saito said seriously, hoping to use this to dispel the boy's impulse.

"Ha? Do you call this hemp rope a dragon? Although I, Kondo, read less, don't lie to me, a young man!"

"No. I have been immersed in carvings and painting for half my life, and I am already in my 80s. Why do I need to lie to you?"

"Then...will anyone really have this hemp rope tattooed on their bodies?" Kondo nodded, and then felt incredible, and asked.

Saito jaw smiled: "Yes, some people can tattoo it. And this drawing was drawn by a very outstanding young man for me."

"Who?" Kondo asked curiously.

"Fengzhu stepson, Su Ming."

As he finished speaking, Kondo's eyes lit up. He instantly felt that this "Great Powerful Dragon" picture was drawn vividly, just like a dragon among dragons!

It turned out to be the teacher's work!

He also drew this dragon on his body?!

"Plop!"

The boy knelt on his knees and begged: "Please always paint this on me, please!!"

Saito was unmoved and his eyes twitched.

"This is my only request in my life, please help me!!!"

Saito was unmoved and his eyes twitched.

Kondo looked at him with bright eyes begging.

Saito does not do what he wants...

"Hey...!" Mr. Saito sighed a long sigh. He turned his eyes to Kondo, and the cold sweat rolled down from his forehead. The old throat made a dry sound: "Don't you regret it?"

He felt that as long as this young man thought about it calmly, he would not tattoo a "hemp rope" on his body.

However!

The Kondo boy's answer was loud and powerful.

"This is my choice, I will never regret it!"

It seemed that he was moved by the teenager's voice, and the octogenarian made an exception and tattooed a hemp rope on his back.

As a result, the boy was not satisfied and insisted on tattooing on his conspicuous neck and cheeks. He felt that this was more distinctive and expressed his respect for the "Supreme Master" Su Ming!

Saito's eyes twitched and his whole face became numb.

After tremblingly tattooing the boy, he vowed not to tattoo the second one again.

Kondo looked grateful and watched Saito leave Fujishiyama.

He walked lightly, as if he was carrying the wind.

He was tattooed with a "Dawei Tianlong", and it was the same style as the "Supreme Master" Su Ming!

I just feel like I'm stepping on the clouds!

marvelous!

I have taken another big step towards greatness!

...

but……

What he didn't know was that his so-called Supreme Master had no tattoo of this "heat rope" at all!

And, many days later.

After hearing Mr. Saito's story, Lord Su Ming sneered and laughed mercilessly, covering his stomach and rolling on the bed:

"Hahahaha, I'm so laughing to death, this Kondo...hahahahahahahaha!"

Mr. Saito looked at Su Ming with concern and joy, afraid of this good apprentice, and laughed so hard that he turned his back on his face. He also felt that he was dull and could make his apprentice happy, and he was very happy.

A bit of contradictory mood made this octogenarian, not knowing whether he was crying or laughing, but the white frost on his eyebrows and eyes floated and fell.
Chapter completed!