Silence. A deathly silence.
Tanjirou: Did Tokito-kun just say something?
Kanzaki Aoi: Huh? What does that mean?
The other swordsmen who had been beaten half to death by him: Tokito-sama... he doesn't have that kind of fetish, does he?
Everyone shivered. No wonder they were beaten so badly; it turned out Tokito-sama had such a hidden fetish.
No wonder they'd been training for so long, and Tokito-sama still wouldn't let them leave. It was because of this... We must report this! We must report it to Oyakata-sama!
There is a Hashira using the pretense of training them to satisfy his strange fetish here.
Kochou Shinobu: Do you all want to die, every last one of you?
Mizuki couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. "Why would I hit you for no reason?"
"Were you trying to say'spar'?"
Although she felt that Tokito's venomous, kill-without-compensation remarks shouldn't involve verbal mistakes, she couldn't think of any other explanation.
Tokito Muichiro shook his head expressionlessly, seemingly oblivious to the strange atmosphere around him, and explained, "Recently, I've occasionally been able to recall things from the past."
"Isn't that a good thing?" Mizuki raised an eyebrow.
"But when I try to see clearly, I can't remember anything," Tokito Muichiro said plainly. "That feeling flashed several times when I was facing that guy... Upper Rank One."
Mizuki suddenly realized and understood what he meant: "Oh, so you think if you experience that life-or-death battle again, you might truly recall your memories?"
Kochou Shinobu let out a breath. What the heck, so that's what it was.
But thinking about it carefully, Tokito-kun isn't someone with bad habits.
He's different from the other idiots.
"Yes." Tokito Muichiro nodded silently. "I hope you can fight me seriously, without worrying about my life."
Mizuki said speechlessly, "What kind of nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly harm a general right before a battle?"
"However, when the time comes to help others activate the Demon Slayer Mark, I can give you some extra attention as you wish."
"As for whether it works, that's up to you."
Tokito Muichiro pondered for a moment, then nodded. "That works too."
The Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen listening to their conversation couldn't help but stare dumbfounded.
"What were they just talking about?"
"It sounded like they were talking about sparring."
"No, no, why did it sound to me like Tokito-sama couldn't defeat this person?"
"...That's normal, I guess. Tokito-sama is still young, after all."
"Is that so? But I'm already twenty."
"...I'm twenty-three."
"I'm twenty-four."
As they spoke, their voices gradually quieted down again.
They still had to deliver things elsewhere, so they decided not to stay here.
Mizuki pointed to the box and said to Tokito Muichiro, "Distribute the medicine inside this box to them. If there's any leftover or if it's not enough, make sure to take note."
"It's medicine that can heal injuries. You'll understand once you look at it."
All the Hashira were aware that Mizuki's blood could heal external injuries.
So Tokito should... Mizuki looked at Tokito's calm expression and truly couldn't guarantee anything.
She quietly turned back: "It's better to trouble Shinobu to explain it to them."
She was worried this guy would just tell the group to take it and be done with it, without any intention of explaining.
Kochou Shinobu also thought of this and nodded slightly.
While Kochou Shinobu was explaining the medicine's use to everyone, Mizuki looked around with Nezuko and Kanzaki Aoi, while Tanjirou had a friendly chat with Tokito Muichiro.
Although this child wasn't very talkative, even he found Tanjirou's gentleness hard to resist, and he spoke much more.
Of course, it could also be that his memories were starting to resurface.
Mizuki remembered Shinobu saying that Amane Ubuyashiki had mentioned Muichiro was a very gentle child before he lost his memory.
He's completely different from how he is now.
He seems more like his deceased older brother.
Was his name Yuichirou?
After waiting for about ten minutes, everyone picked up the remaining items and left Tokito's estate.
Mizuki helped everyone by taking some of the load.
The only downside was that Nezuko wanted to help but Mizuki always got there first, giving her no chance to intervene, so she could only follow everyone with a look of helplessness.
"Where is the next stop?"
"It's Mitsuri's house."
Tanjirou giggled happily, "Kanroji-san, I haven't seen her since we parted ways at the Swordsmith Village. I wonder how she's doing."
Kanzaki Aoi was speechless. "You seemed to say the same thing just now."
Mizuki quietly added, "Besides, less than two weeks isn't considered a long time at all."
"Uh..." Tanjirou's mouth twitched slightly.
As the group spoke, they could already hear sounds coming from inside Kanroji's estate.
Kochou Shinobu smiled and said, "It seems Mitsuri is in charge of physical flexibility."
"Flexibility?" Mizuki looked puzzled. "What's the point of training that?"
It's not that it couldn't be used in a fight; good flexibility allows for high-difficulty maneuvers like those performed by Kanroji Mitsuri, achieving unimaginable feats.
But... she just found it strange that a large group of men were practicing this.
She couldn't imagine it... "Ah~"
"Ugh~"
"Heh heh..."
Mizuki stood blankly at the entrance of the dojo in Kanroji's estate.
Is this Hell?
Why else would she be forced to see such an eyesore?
Practicing flexibility was one thing, but why were they wearing such distasteful clothes?
Wait... among the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen who were experiencing both shame and pain, there was one participant whose reaction was completely different.
Zenitsu Agatsuma was wearing a gym uniform, dancing with a ballet-like posture, his ribbon swirling in the air, a perverted, lecherous blush creeping onto his face.
If one ignored the disparity in his looks and physique, his skill alone could be called masterful.
He looked completely immersed, a stark contrast to everyone else.
Mizuki struggled slightly to look away.
Ah, her eyes were going blind.
This feeling was hard to describe... Kochou Shinobu and Kanzaki Aoi, who were equally shocked, shared the same thought.
"Don't look." Mizuki quietly covered Nezuko's eyes and pushed her outside. "Go play outside."
"Don't wander far."
Before Nezuko could react, she heard Kanroji Mitsuri's surprised voice coming from afar.
"Ah! Why is everyone here?"
Kanroji Mitsuri spotted the group and ran over, bringing with her a turbulent, surging presence.
The surrounding team members, who had moments ago been wearing masks of pain due to shame and agony, instantly showed foolish grins. As for a certain pervert, there was no need to even mention him.
"Heh heh..."
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