7 Final Selection

When Muichiro arrived at the site for final selection he saw a good amount of people, his eyes darted through the crowd but he didn't see anyone he remembered from the show.

He pretty much expected this. Muichiro saw 2 people in the front, the woman had white hair while the boy who was dressed as a female had black hair. Muichiro kicked a pebble and hummed.

It didn't take long for the boy and girl to start to explain how the final selection will go, Muichiro didn't pay much attention since he already knew but he still expect an ear out just in case there was something new.

Not long after everyone was off, final selection had officially begun. The rules for it were very simple, they just needed to survive for seven days and nights on a mountain peak infested with demons.

One could just hide for the whole time and it would still count as them passing. Muichiro wondered around the forest he saw people being attacked from afar but didn't do anything, it wasn't his business.

Who said he was a good guy, he was just a guy who wanted to live his life how he wanted. He was a pretty simple guy.

Muichiro was walking through the forest when he saw a demon with 3 eyes on all fours, it said, "Oh, a child. How ..."

It stopped when it realized it was looking to the sky, Muichiro came into its view and said, "Shh, just die quietly." Muichiro cut the head on the ground in half and walked away.

Muichiro's time on the mountain went by without any issues, surviving wasn't an issue since he lived in a forest for 2 months. The demons were also very weak, he thought about just killing all the demons on the mountain but didn't.

It's not like he will gain any experience or anything, they were simply too weak to even give him a challenge. He honestly wasn't expecting much to begin with so he wasn't really disappointed.

After seven days, Muichiro was at the starting point for final selection, he saw no one else. Not a single person.

He blinked and tilted his head, he thought at least a FEW others would make it but guess not. He wondered if no one else really passed.

The woman said, "We are glad to see you made it, Muichiro-san." "Huh, oh. Thank you," he said. He crossed his arms and muttered, "Why was I here again, oh yeah."

The boy said, "Well, you will meet your kasugai crow and choose the ore for your katana which will take 2 weeks to be delivered."

A crow flew down from the sky and landed on Muichiro's shoulder, "Hello Muichiro-sama. It's good to meet you!" "Hello there."

He petted its head with one, the girl said, "Now we will explain the rankings and get your measurements for your uniform."

After some time Muichiro was back in the forest, he walked into the house and didn't see the old man. He walked in and did see a map on the table, it led to a fishing town where the old man most likely lived.

Muichiro was about to just burn it but stopped, sighing, he folded it and put it away. Muichiro made himself something to eat, while doing so he asked A some things, 'So are you going to tell me how to unlock the functions yet?'

[I already did though]

'Fucking useless.' he said as he sighed.

[Ow, that one hurt. But seriously, it's easier than you think]

'Uh-huh, if you say so. At least tell me what's up with this world, I don't remember the old man from the story.' he asked.

[Oh, that's simple. Not everything is the same as the story, quite a few things changed actually. But don't worry about it, you'll survive]

'I don't believe you, and I don't think you even believe yourself.'

[I don't know what you are talking about, master~!]

"Sigh" Muichiro sighed, again. He finished the food and went to the table to eat. He tried over and over to get a straight answer from A but never could.

They just told Muichiro what they did when he first woke up, the only thing he could think of is that he needs to kill Muzan or survive the final battle but that was too straightforward.

A didn't even tell him what kind of system it was, but they did say he needs to make a decision that will determine the rest of his life and even how the system is formed.

Which means it's something indirect, like think love or some bullshit. If that's what it is then he is fucked. Muichiro sighed and just ate his food.

Fourteen days passed, during this time Muichiro trained and trained. The old man was no longer here to stop him and when his sword arrives he will have to do missions and wouldn't get time to train like he usually does.

One day he was about to train when

he went someone coming, he left the house and saw a man with a mask walking towards him. He had white hair and was carrying a box on his back.

Muichiro said, "Hello? Who are you." the man walked up to him saying nothing, then he went into the house. Muichiro turned his head towards him and blinked, he walked in and closed the door.

The man sat down and took the box, then he said, "You may call me Tetsuido, I shall be your swordsmith from now on." he then open the box showing Muichiro a sword.

"So, why did you just walk in without speaking. It's not my house you know." Muichiro said sitting down. He held the sword by its hilt, a few seconds passed then the silver blade turned mint green.

Muichiro admired the blade of the sword, he didn't make swords but he knew that the sword was of high quality.

"A Nichirin sword..." Tetsuido spoke but stopped when he saw Muichiro taking out some clothes from a bag, "Where are you going?"

"Oh, you're still here? I'm going to bathe in the river then go on a mission. Thanks for the sword." Muichiro took his sword and clothes before he vanished.

Tetsuido blinked then sighed, he was told how Muichiro acted but seeing was WAY different from being told.

After a few minutes, Muichiro was at the edge of the forest. He had on his slayer uniform, he put on a white haori.

(Look at the cover but he's shorter, 5.1 to be specific)

Ginko, Muichiro's crow flew down and landed on his shoulder, "Muichiro-sama, go east! Go east! Children are going missing in 3 villages in close proximity to one another!"

Muichiro frowned and said, "So it begins." Ginko flew off of his shoulder. He stomped on the ground and dashed forward.