"Why do you still have the face to stay here? Why do you refuse to leave? Just how many tis are you going to make Teacher lose face before you're satisfied?"
"Teacher accepted the invitation to co here to train more excellent swordsn, not to waste ti on you."
"Crying and weeping all day long... it's because of a Disciple like you that Teacher can't even hold his head up in front of the other Hashira!"
An extrely dissatisfied scolding rang out, which Kiyokawa Izumi happened to overhear as he passed by.
The dark night shrouded the Butterfly Mansion. Kiyokawa Izumi, who had just finished a simple dinner, was thinking of finding a secluded spot to practice his basics.
It was also by chance that he saw Kaigaku rcilessly scolding Zenitsu.
Why was this scum here? Kiyokawa Izumi, who had been away for a long ti, could only guess that it probably had to do with the rotation of Team mbers.
One batch of Team mbers was sent out on missions, while those who were idle were sent here for training.
Under the rotation, it wasn't surprising for Kaigaku to appear here—perhaps in the eyes of the higher-ups, he was still a good prospect.
With his background and talent, he was clearly much more worth cultivating than ordinary swordsn like Murata.
Able to proficiently use all Moves except the First Form and possessing the right of succession for Thunder Breathing, he was a Disciple of the Forr Sound Hashira. This status was not sothing ordinary swordsn could compare to.
As for strength, an old Senior like Murata was certainly far inferior to him.
If they actually fought, he would probably be defeated in minutes.
But Kaigaku, who ca here for training, was not having a smooth ti—his relationship with other Team mbers was not harmonious. He already looked down on those talentless fools; his only goal was to beco the current Sound Hashira.
He wanted to beco stronger, gain higher status, and stand above all swordsn.
With this mindset, his training was quite diligent.
He also had his own sches; he wanted to beco a Successor to another Hashira and stand out among the crowd of Team mbers, laying the first step to becoming a Hashira himself.
Many Hashira did indeed co to the Butterfly Mansion.
But aside from the Fla Hashira, who was more enthusiastic, both the Serpent Hashira and the Wind Hashira were not easy to get along with, nor were they willing to waste ti taking on an unnecessary Successor.
It wasn't that they were irresponsible; when they ca by occasionally, they were willing to spend a little ti guiding the Team mbers' training.
Never mind how hard they hit; the question was whether there was guidance.
They felt this model was quite good. With a forr Hashira responsible for the Team mbers' training, there was no need to specifically take on a Successor; it didn't an much.
In this situation, Kaigaku's little sches were completely useless.
Coupled with his occasional disdainful attitude toward ordinary Team mbers and his superior air, it was natural for him to be slandered behind his back.
Those people didn't say anything too excessive; they just said that since he couldn't even use the First Form, he definitely wouldn't be able to beco a Hashira.
Angry as he was, was Kaigaku the type to give up so easily?
Hearing that Kiyokawa Izumi had returned, he trained even harder, even coming out late at night for extra practice, his purpose clearly self-evident.
He hoped to be noticed by that person and beco Kiyokawa Izumi's Successor.
He had secretly inquired about that person's personality—many Team mbers said that Kiyokawa Izumi was an extrely easy-going Hashira, and in combat training, his strikes were very asured.
Compared to the irritable Wind Hashira and the sharp-tongued Serpent Hashira, wasn't Kiyokawa Izumi a gentle soul?
In combat, he wouldn't beat the Team mbers until their heads were covered in bumps, nor would he curse them as useless or trash. The most excessive thing he had said was: "Are you performing?"
Having received unanimous praise, Kiyokawa Izumi was thus targeted by Kaigaku.
Of course, a more important point was that Kaigaku believed in his heart that Kiyokawa Izumi was a strong individual.
Facing an Upper Rank head-on and escaping unscathed was sothing even Teacher couldn't do in his youth.
If he could beco this person's Successor and receive his training, he would surely beco the Sound Hashira as a matter of course in the future.
It was a pretty good idea.
But as soon as he ca out, he ran into Zenitsu, whom he loathed imnsely.
This eyesore had caused no small amount of embarrassnt. How could such a person be worthy of being his Junior Brother? What a joke.
Why couldn't this piece of trash just leave on his own?
If others knew that he and this trash were both trained by Teacher, wouldn't they question Teacher's ability?
Most terrifyingly, it would also drag down the evaluation of him.
Being from the sa school as trash, was he also trash?
Kaigaku's scolding beca increasingly excessive, but he didn't choose to take action. It wasn't because he felt a shred of brotherly affection, but because he didn't want others to see a joke.
Moreover, he believed in his heart that if he really taught this guy a lesson, he would definitely go crying to Grandpa to complain, because he was just that worthless.
At this critical juncture, Kaigaku had not yet gained that person's favor and was unwilling to stir up bad rumors, so he was trying his best to restrain himself.
Kiyokawa Izumi, who was hiding aside watching the scene, didn't know he had been targeted by this scum—if he did, he would feel disgusted.
As a Hashira, and since it was night, even if he didn't intentionally hide, he wasn't soone Kaigaku and Zenitsu could discover.
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