"So, did Giyuu agree to participate in the Special Training?"
In the Butterfly Mansion's dining hall, Mizuki sat on the side, drinking tea and watching everyone eat, asking the question.
"Mhm!" Tanjirou nodded heavily, his face still brimming with smiles.
Nezuko smiled: "That's wonderful~"
"Yeah." The smile on Tanjirou's face never faded.
Nezuko noticed his empty rice bowl, reached out to take it, and asked, "Would you like another bowl?"
Tanjirou quickly stopped her, saying, "Sorry, Nezuko, I can't eat anymore."
Kochou Shinobu asked with concern, "Is that all you're going to eat?"
"Do you not have an appetite?"
Children who are still growing naturally eat a lot, and considering the extremely large amount of training Tanjirou and the others undergo daily, their meal portions are usually more exaggerated than those of adults. Only eating a small bowl and being full is quite rare.
Tanjirou sweated a little, covering his stomach with some difficulty: "No... I had a soba noodle eating contest with Mr. Giyu this afternoon, and my stomach still hasn't gotten hungry."
If the food hadn't already been served, and not eating at all would have been too disrespectful, he really wouldn't have wanted to eat anything.
Although she didn't understand the purpose of the soba noodle contest, Mizuki subconsciously followed the previous topic and asked, "Did you win?"
Tanjirou's expression subtly changed, and he replied awkwardly, "I suppose... I won."
But he felt that Mr. Giyu seemed to have gone easy on him in the end.
Because he felt Mr. Giyu hadn't been giving his all at the time.
"Big Brother is amazing." Nezuko smiled brightly.
"Ha~" Tanjirou scratched his head.
Nezuko's emotional support is maximized.
Mizuki murmured internally, then looked up and asked, "When do you plan to return to the squad for training?"
Tanjirou suppressed his smile and said seriously, "Tomorrow!"
Nezuko was a little disappointed: "Tomorrow? Does that mean I won't be able to see Big Brother?"
Mizuki comforted her, "That can't be helped. The training locations aren't in one place; you have to change locations after completing each training session."
"Even if you went, Nezuko wouldn't necessarily be able to watch him all the time."
"Is that so..." Nezuko sadly lowered her head.
Mizuki's lips curled slightly: "However, given Tanjirou's status, I don't think he needs to participate in the Basic Training."
"He will probably train directly with the Hashira."
Although Tanjirou has become a Hashira, he hasn't been assigned to oversee Targeted Training for the members.
Not all Hashira conduct Targeted Training with members, especially types like Tanjirou whose advantages in various aspects are not prominent. The Breathing Technique he uses is not a Basic Breathing Technique, and he lacks experience in guiding members, making it difficult for him to provide extensive instruction.
But as a Hashira, his strength is undoubtedly recognized by everyone.
Basic Training is nothing significant for him anymore.
Hearing Mizuki's words, Nezuko suddenly lifted her head.
"Then, does that mean..."
Kochou Shinobu took over Mizuki's words and said with a smile, "Yes, if it's just to go and watch..."
Nezuko promised, "I definitely won't disturb anyone!"
Mizuki rested her elbow on the table, supporting her cheek: "No, I don't think that's something you can guarantee."
"Eh?" Nezuko's expression turned into Dot Eyes, looking completely confused.
Mizuki shrugged, offering no explanation.
At the very least, a certain Blond Guy would definitely be affected.
She could guarantee it.
Speaking of a certain Zenitsu, she couldn't help but feel that eating now was a little too quiet.
Without those two idiots, she really wasn't used to it.
Tanjirou looked affectionately at his sister, then turned and asked Young Miss Mizuki, "What about you?"
"Is your body alright?"
"I never had any..." Mizuki replied subconsciously, but seeing Kochou Shinobu's slightly furrowed brow halfway through, she smoothly changed her answer, "I probably still need two days of rest."
If you ask if it's serious, that's impossible.
She's a Demon, after all; even broken arms or legs wouldn't count as minor injuries.
At most, the consumption was a bit high, replenishment couldn't keep up, and her stamina hadn't fully recovered.
Kochou Shinobu's slightly furrowed brow relaxed, and she said with a smile, "Well, the Hashira don't have extra time for their own training right now. It won't be too late for Mizuki to go in a few days."
Mizuki nodded helplessly, unable to say no to that.
However, she had been keeping track of the Special Training progress. Only one week had passed, and many members hadn't even passed Uzui Tengen's first stage of Basic Training, let alone the subsequent training.
In fact, among the hundreds of Swordsmen in the Demon Slayer Corps, Mizuki believed that only the Hashira would truly be effective in the final battle.
It wasn't looking down on the other members; it was simply the reality.
For those with insufficient ability, even if you gave them the chance to awaken the Demon Slayer Mark, they couldn't grasp it.
Without the Demon Slayer Mark, you fundamentally lack the capital to fight the Upper Rank Demon Moon and Muzan... No, using the word 'capital' might even be understating Muzan.
The Demon Slayer Mark is merely an Entry Ticket.
Regarding the subsequent Transparent World and scarlet blade, Mizuki didn't expect many of the Hashira to awaken them.
Because the conditions for those two are too strict.
One requires extremely high Martial Arts Talent, and the other requires extremely high physical fitness.
Just look at the Hashira during the Sengoku Period; even with Yoriichi's guidance, activating the Demon Slayer Mark was their limit.
What the members can achieve, even if Mizuki doesn't want to phrase it so cruelly, can only be described by the unpleasant phrase... 'Piling Up Bodies.'
Using lives to deplete the opponent's stamina, and more likely, when they have largely exhausted Muzan's stamina and Muzan is preparing his Final Struggle.
Because if they really fight until that point, even with the advantage of her blood, their side's losses might not be any better than Muzan's.
When that time truly comes, they must find a way to hold back Muzan's Final Struggle.
If she weren't present at the time, given the current situation, it would be difficult even for all the Hashira combined to achieve it.
Furthermore, it depends on how much Tamayo's Weakening Drug can weaken Muzan.
Hopefully, it will be more effective than she imagines.
Tanjirou nodded: "Then I'll go with Mr. Giyu tomorrow."
Kochou Shinobu was about to nod, but Mizuki couldn't help but cast a questioning look: "We can go together too, right?"
Without waiting for Kochou Shinobu to speak, Mizuki added, "I just won't make a move."
"Just going to observe and get familiar with the situation first."
As if afraid she wouldn't agree.
Looking at Mizuki's serious expression, Kochou Shinobu was stunned for a moment, realizing that she seemed too greedy for the time spent with Mizuki.
The situation was already urgent, yet she was still here thinking about spending a few more intimate days with Mizuki.
Everyone was training hard, yet she was here delaying Mizuki and everyone else's precious time.
Truly... Too ugly.
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