The heavy footsteps sounded like a wild boar living in the mountains charging madly. Emiya did not dare to delay and drew out the Sun Blade from his waist, facing the direction where the sound came from, ready for battle. Being hit by a wild boar is no small matter. "The pigs are swooping! The pigs are swooping!" There seemed to be a sound of someone shouting, accompanied by the sound of wild beasts running, approaching from a distance. With beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, Emiya also saw the appearance of the creature. A muscular man wearing a wild boar mask, holding a samurai sword in one hand, ignored the surrounding woods and rushed forward like a wild beast. But every time when it was about to hit a tree, its body would dodge with extreme strength and flexibility. "The red vegetable dumpling in front, get out of my way!!!" A roaring, rough voice came from inside the mask, and there was no sign of him stopping. Just like a real wild boar, the eyes on the mask glared at Emiya and rushed over like mad.
Chapter 32: Inosuke Hashibira Stops Thinking "Stop it now! If you get hit, it's no joke!" Running straight in the forest at such a speed, even if he could dodge the trees in front of him very quickly, he still had to be prepared for the worst. What's more, he seemed to like excitement very much. Every time he was about to collide, he would dodge with his extremely flexible body. What if he was distracted and failed to react, and crashed into the tree? Emiya suddenly remembered the car crash test he had seen on TV. It could be worse than a wrecked car! Shirou was not afraid of colliding with him. He was sure that he could dodge his impact. He was just worried that such a dangerous behavior would cause himself to get hurt. "Don't stand in front of me!" The man wearing the boar mask seemed to completely ignore Emiya's warning and even increased his speed. The powerful force brought about gusts of air, blowing the leaves around it rustling. "hateful!" Emiya looked at the man wearing a pig mask who was about to rush towards him, and quickly dodged to the side. It was impossible for Emiya to really stand there and wait for the collision to happen. "Are you also a member of the Demon Slayer Corps?" As if he saw the bright red Nichirin Sword in Emiya's hand, he rushed past Emiya's previous position, made a quick turn and then braked suddenly, and his feet rubbed two grooves on the ground, and hot breath came out from the grooves created by the friction just now. "I want your knife! It just happens that I'm totally not used to using a knife!" He stated his purpose very concisely in his rough voice, and then a burst of hot air hummed out from the wild boar's hood. He raised the Sun Blade in his hand and pointed it at Emiya Shirou who dodged to the side. "Are the people in the Demon Slayer Corps so difficult to communicate with?" Emiya complained in his heart, whether it was Mr. Rengoku whom he met before, or the strange man he met now who was holding a Nichirin sword and wearing a wild boar mask. Anyway, he just said things that were puzzling.
"and many more!" Emiya stretched out his hand to stop the man in front of him and wanted to ask him something first. He seemed to explain why he wanted to take the Nichirin Sword from his hand, but Emiya could not understand this reason. "What are you waiting for!" The man wearing the pig mask seemed to care nothing about what Emiya wanted to say, nor did he care how much confusion his behavior brought to others. He held the jagged Sun Blade in his hand, and his figure suddenly disappeared at this moment. Like a flash, he appeared in front of Emiya Shirou. "!" Emiya Shirou's pupils shrank sharply. "So fast!" Emiya thought about it and raised the bright red Sun Blade in his hand in time to block it. "Listen to what people are saying!" Seeing the boy in the boar head mask rushing towards him without listening to his words, Emiya Shirou had no choice but to shout loudly, hoping that the man in front of him would hear him. "Interesting! Interesting! If you have anything to say, let's talk after the fight!" The man wearing the wild boar mask had no intention of hurting Emiya. He originally planned to stop in front of Emiya when he was about to chop him down, and then reach out to snatch the Nichirin Sword from the hand of Emiya Shirou, who was standing there in a daze due to fear. He was not worried at all that he would not be able to control his strength and would chop the sword down. This showed his extreme confidence in his ability to control his body. However, seeing that his attack was blocked so easily, he suddenly became interested in the man in front of him. Hearing such an unreasonable answer, Shirou Emiya felt like vomiting blood. If it wasn't broad daylight, Emiya might really think that the performance artist in front of him was a transformed demon. There is no one who would chop anyone he sees. He is not a murderer. No room for communication at all! Emiya could sense that the man in front of him had no intention of killing him, only the will to fight that burst forth from his body like a flame. "snort----!" Two streams of hot air rushed out from his hood. Immediately afterwards, a terrifying force that could not be ignored was shaken out from his hands, causing Shirou Emiya's body to be bounced back like a ball. His feet slid hard on the ground, and he stabilized his body with great difficulty. When he stopped, Shirou Emiya felt that his hands were a little numb. The man with the mask shook his arm holding the Nichirin Sword, and he became very excited and shouted loudly to Emiya. "You've got me serious. My name is Hashibira Inosuke, what's your name?"
In the eyes of Hashibira Inosuke, being able to block an attack of that power was enough to prove that he had the strength to match it. This was the power he wielded by concentrating all his strength. "Emiya Shirou, I feel..." Emiya saw an opportunity to communicate and planned to quickly explain the situation to the man in front of him. But Hashibira Inosuke seemed to have no intention of giving Emiya any time to explain the situation. "Oh, you're a coyote, huh? It seems like our encounter is inevitable. A wild boar and a wolf are bound to fight to a conclusion. Let's continue the duel. We won't stop fighting until you hand over the Sun Blade!" Inosuke Hashibira laughed loudly, grabbed his Nichirin Sword and rushed towards Emiya. In his hands, the pair of fang-like Nichirin swords flashed with a cold luster. Under Inosuke Hashibira's wielding, they turned into a sharp blade light, like a thunderbolt, slashing towards Emiya's face mercilessly. He didn't worry at all whether his fierce attack would injure the man in front of him. However, in the eyes of Hashibira Inosuke, how could the man who could withstand his powerful attack like that not be able to withstand such an attack? "Ugh!!!! Why can't we communicate?" Emiya said that it was difficult to communicate with someone who only had fighting in his mind, and he did not want to fight with the man in front of him. We are all in the same camp, why can't we just have a good discussion? Why do we have to fight and kill each other? Emiya's heart collapsed. However, what they did was just a sparring match. No one used the breathing techniques used to slay demons. They just relied on their own skills and strength to fight. "Qiang!" Amid the crisp sound of collision, Emiya swung his Nichirin Sword and deflected the incoming attack to the side. The whole body retreated backwards with this force. Seeing that Hashibira Inosuke was about to chop him down, Emiya quickly threw the Nichirin Sword in his hand to the ground. "Wait a minute! I don't want my Nichirin Sword anymore!" Inosuke Hashibira was totally unprepared for Emiya Shirou's action, and his hands stopped moving abruptly. "Don't you want the Nichirin Sword? Here it is for you, take it, and we won't fight anymore!" Emiya really didn't want to fight with anyone. "Why did you give up the Sun Blade in your hand? Our duel has not yet been decided! Pick up the Sun Blade! Fight with me!" He jumped up and down in anger, picked up the Sun Sword on the ground and threw it towards Emiya, but Emiya acted as if he didn't see the Sun Sword and didn't intend to catch it at all. After all, Emiya can produce and sell his own swords, so there is not much demand for the Nichirin Sword. "The winner is decided. You win, and I admit defeat!" Emiya spread his hands to show that he had laid down his weapon and admitted defeat. "Pick it up and fight with me!"
Inosuke Hashibira looked very impatient. "No fight! I can't win!" "You can beat me! Fight me!" He grabbed his hood, not knowing what to do now. Emiya found himself suddenly controlling the man in front of him. His thinking seems unusually simple. Emiya pondered in his mind as he watched Inosuke Hashibira speak a long paragraph quickly. "Well, you fought me for the Sun Blade. Now that you have the Sun Blade, it means you have won. Since you have won, you have the Sun Blade. If you have the Sun Blade, I will not have the power to fight you. You have won, and you have also achieved your goal and taken the Sun Blade." I saw Inosuke Hashibira standing there in a daze as if his computer had frozen. Then he threw down the Nichirin Sword in his hand, half-knelt there, stretched out his fingers and seemed to be counting something. "I won, so I got the Sun Blade. No, I didn't win." "But since the Coyote no longer has the Sun Blade in his hand, that means I won. That doesn't make sense. I haven't even fought yet, so how can I win?" "But I will be able to get the Sun Blade from him later, so I still win?" He stretched out his fingers in confusion. Emiya Shirou also looked at him with a strange look. "Does that mean I win?" Inosuke Hashibira asked Emiya Shirou uncertainly. "Yeah, you win!" He nodded vigorously. "Hahaha! Since I won, you are my new little brother, the King of the Mountain!" As if a new idea came to him, he stood up, grabbed the Nichirin Sword thrown aside, and pointed at Shirou Emiya who was standing beside him. At this time, Shirou was once again filled with black lines in his head. "What king of the mountain?" Chapter 33 Final Selection Begins "The King of the Mountain, it's the King of the Mountain!" Inosuke Hashibira stamped his feet in anger. "Um, Inosuke, I can call you that. Do you know which direction Fujisaki Mountain is?" Shirou still couldn't accept calling others the King of the Mountain. It was too humiliating. "Teng Xishan? I don't know, but my intuition tells me it's in that direction."
Inosuke Hashibira shook his head, then pointed in a direction with an affirmative statement. He got the news about the final trial of Fujishizan from a member of the Demon Slayer Corps who accidentally entered his living area. As a boy raised by wild boars, his thoughts are extremely simple. It is impossible for him to ask the member of the Demon Slayer Corps where he should pass and how to get there.
