Demon Slayer: Zenitsu, What Kind of Mingzhu Would You Be If I Didn't Roll You Up?

Zenitsu Zenitsu, who occasionally behaves badly but often occasionally, accidentally bound herself to a scroll king system. Swordsmanship, breathing techniques... As long as you keep doing it, you can keep getting stronger! From then on, my wife Zenitsu embarked on a road of no return, as long as she could not die, she would die. A few years later—— At the Demon Slayer Headquarters, Ubuya Shiki Yaoya read through the daily reports of the new Naruhashira and Zenitsu Gatama. "Being baptized by thunder and lightning for two hours from 7:00 to 9:00? As expected of Mingzhu! 9:00-13:00, Four hours of practicing swordsmanship and breathing techniques? That's right, if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't reach a thousand miles. 13:00-15:00, Provide treatment for Nezuko Kamado, and have lunch with her by the way? The special existence that has escaped Wuhan's control should have a good relationship. 15:00-18:00, Teaching new members of the Demon Slayer Squad? Mingzhu has paid a lot to cultivate new forces. 18:00-19:00, Ensure one hour of adequate sleep? I really admire the body of this young man. 19:00-7:00, Killing ghosts at night? With such a Mingzhu, why not worry about the Demon Slayer Squad! " At the same time, Zenitsu, who had been involved for who knows how many days, finally had a full hour of rest. He collapsed on the bed tiredly, and his mind couldn't help but recall his smug expression when he first got the schedule clock. "Pah!" A clear slap sounded. "I'm so fucking damned good!" But he did not mourn for my wife Zenitsu for a moment. The system that rushed to the battlefield immediately said coldly again: "My wife is Shanyi. If she doesn't involve you, who will she be?"