Zenitsu Agatsuma's face flushed a suspicious red, displaying a look of utter infatuation.
But when his gaze followed the direction Kanroji was heading and saw the group carrying boxes enter, especially Nezuko being escorted out by Mizuki, his eyes brightened even further. Tapping his toes, he spun in circles and rapidly approached from a distance.
"Little Nezuko~"
Nezuko heard the familiar voice and couldn't help but look back: "Brother Zenitsu?"
"Little Nezuko~ How does my dance look?" Zenitsu spun in circles and stopped in front of Nezuko.
Mizuki was thoroughly shocked, her eyes momentarily vacant.
This thing... could it really be called good-looking?
She truly couldn't appreciate so-called art, but her eyes told her they couldn't take it anymore.
However, Zenitsu was clearly enjoying himself.
Sure enough, perverts' fetishes are vastly different from those of normal people.
Nezuko was also startled, trembling slightly, leaning back a little, and saying with an embarrassed look: "It's... it's quite good..."
It just felt strange somehow.
"Zenitsu, long time no see." Tanjirou didn't react much and greeted Zenitsu.
Zenitsu acted as if he hadn't heard anything, enthusiastically cupping Nezuko's hands, his eyes sparkling, "Nezuko, do you want to try it?"
"Nezuko in a Gym Uniform would look absolutely stunning."
A bead of sweat slid down Nezuko's temple: "No, I think I'd rather not..."
It just feels a bit too revealing... "Eh? Come on, come on~" Zenitsu continued to pester her, swinging Nezuko's hand back and forth.
This sight sent shivers down the spines of everyone around, except for the thick-skinned Kanroji Mitsuri and Tanjirou.
Mizuki and Kochou Shinobu's expressions were relatively normal, but Kanzaki Aoi's face looked as if she had eaten excrement; she was utterly disgusted.
Mizuki had no intention of dealing with Zenitsu, even wanting to kick him away, but since the guy was only holding her small hands, and Nezuko wasn't resisting, she couldn't intervene arbitrarily.
"Nezuko-chan, congratulations on your successful recovery." Kanroji Mitsuri happily greeted Nezuko.
"Thank you." Nezuko still remembered this Big Sister who had taken such good care of her, and she smiled brightly.
"Nezuko-chan is so cute~" Kanroji Mitsuri excitedly cupped her cheeks, looking like she had been melted by Nezuko's smile.
"Little Nezuko is so cute!" Zenitsu's hair stood up, he cupped his cheeks, and white steam puffed out of his nostrils.
Zenitsu's voice overlapped with Mitsuri's, and Mizuki couldn't help but look from one to the other.
Although analytically, their reactions were similar, sensorially, one was cute and the other was a pervert.
Mizuki let out a long sigh.
This is truly terrifying.
Kanroji Mitsuri, who finally calmed down after a long period of excitement, had a flushed face and a silly grin as she pulled Kochou Shinobu's hand—Shinobu was staring blankly at the training hall: "Little Shinobu, do you want to try? With Little Shinobu's physical flexibility, you could certainly achieve very difficult poses."
Kochou Shinobu felt her scalp tingle as she surveyed the training hall; the scene was unbearable to look at and difficult to describe in words.
A group of rough old men were jumping around in Gym Uniforms, showing off their physical flexibility.
This is too terrifying.
Are you guys some kind of Cult Organization?
Mizuki interrupted Kanroji Mitsuri's enthusiasm, saying, "Mitsuri, please distribute the medicine in this box to the team members."
Kanroji Mitsuri recovered from her excitement and turned her head to look at the box Mizuki had set down.
"Medicine?"
Mizuki glanced at the Swordsmen in the training hall whose movements had become somewhat restrained due to their arrival, and nodded slightly: "Yes, it's medicine made from my blood to heal external injuries."
"This much?" Kanroji Mitsuri widened her eyes, looking at the box resting by their feet, reacting similarly to Uzui Tengen.
Mizuki replied faintly: "It's alright."
In front of others, she didn't want to embarrass herself by saying something like it hurt when they drew her blood.
"Yuko-san is amazing~" Kanroji Mitsuri suddenly beamed and rushed toward her.
"Wait..." Mizuki was caught off guard and hugged squarely, suddenly feeling a little suffocated in her chest.
Kochou Shinobu had instinctively snickered, but abruptly noticed the size of the two women's chests. The smile that had just appeared on her face instantly faded, and she looked down at her own.
It's fine, she's only eighteen.
Mizuki was twenty-four or twenty-five before becoming a Demon, and Mitsuri was... Mitsuri was... nineteen.
That day, Kochou Shinobu recalled the fear of being dominated by Mitsuri's and her Older Sister's figures.
So... she was the only one like this... Kochou Shinobu's 'drawing style' turned white, and she looked completely speechless, as if choked.
"How am I amazing?" Mizuki broke free from Mitsuri's hug, stating that she couldn't follow her train of thought, and asked in confusion.
Kanroji Mitsuri said with a flushed face, "If it were me, I would definitely cry if I had that much blood drawn."
"In short, remember to count if there is any surplus or shortage." Mizuki's face darkened; she wished she could cry too.
"Shinobu? Snap out of it." It wasn't until Mizuki had finished giving instructions to Kanroji Mitsuri that she noticed the completely petrified Kochou Shinobu nearby, clapping her hands in front of her.
"Huh?" Kochou Shinobu's white 'drawing style' suddenly turned colorful.
Mizuki smiled and asked, "What are you thinking about so intently?"
Kochou Shinobu's eyes were dull: "Nothing, I just suddenly feel that Heaven is so unfair."
Mizuki: "..."
What does that mean? Did she suddenly achieve enlightenment on the philosophy of life?
Although Mizuki really wanted to press her, Kochou Shinobu looked unwilling to elaborate.
Kanroji Mitsuri, happy to see everyone after a long time, asked, "Does everyone want to eat pastries? I'll go prepare some."
She needed to have a proper afternoon tea with everyone.
"No need, we still have to deliver things to others. Let's eat together next time we have a chance," Kochou Shinobu said, smiling and waving her hand.
"Aww~" Kanroji Mitsuri let out a long, disappointed sigh. "I see."
"What? Nezuko is leaving?" Zenitsu caught the key point, gripping Nezuko's hands tightly. "No way~ I don't want to be separated from Nezuko."
Veins began to pop out on Mizuki's forehead.
He's so loud!
Kanroji Mitsuri said something surprising: "You don't have to leave."
Zenitsu's eyes lit up. Before he could speak, he heard Mitsuri say to Kochou Shinobu:
"Little Shinobu, your next stop should be Mr. Iguro's residence, right?"
"Mhm."
"Zenitsu-kun, you should graduate from my place now." Kanroji Mitsuri smiled and gave Zenitsu a thumbs-up. "You're amazing~"
"This is the first time I've met someone as talented as you."
Everyone present looked stunned, their eyes shifting slightly upward as they recalled this idiot's performance at the Butterfly Mansion.
Treating physical rehabilitation training as an opportunity to interact with girls, and ignoring the pain of physical stretching.
No matter how you look at it, this guy's talent is definitely that of a pervert, isn't it?
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