A layer of ice, neither too thick nor too thin, had appeared on the ground at some point, clinging to their calves and fixing them in place.
Tanjirou was certain that there had been no ice on the ground before they charged forward.
Was it after that?
When they charged forward, and even when none of them noticed, considering everyone's speed, it must have been completed in an instant.
As for the principle, it was probably those blood threads floating in mid-air.
They had been overlooked.
Who knew they had such a function? They hadn't felt any coldness from the blood threads at all.
Tanjirou's mind raced, but his body wasn't idle. His subconscious reaction made him reach his hands to the ground, trying to prop up his body that was about to fall uncontrollably.
At the same time, he secretly exerted force with his legs, wanting to break free from the ice blocks on them.
"Eh eh eh~"
The ice clinging to his legs was unexpectedly difficult to break free from. Tanjirou couldn't pull his legs out at once, and he awkwardly propped himself on the ground, as if doing a plank.
Others shared the same experience.
"Eh~"
Shinazugawa Genya, Kochou Shinobu, and Kanao all subconsciously made the same movements as Tanjirou.
The result was that they were all doing planks with their hands on the ground, looking embarrassed, and even their hands were stuck to the ice, unable to break free.
Looking at Kochou Shinobu's pink cheeks, Mizuki couldn't help but want to tease her. She pretended not to understand and squatted down: "Eh? What are you doing?"
"Has the training progressed to push-ups?"
Mizuki smiled and tugged on Kochou Shinobu's cheek.
It was very soft.
Because her hands were stuck to the ice, Kochou Shinobu could only look at her with speechless and resentful eyes.
Compared to Kochou Shinobu's elegance, Shinazugawa Genya was even more unable to bear his current embarrassing appearance.
Because he had already been through it once.
"You woman, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you!" Shinazugawa Genya raised his head and cursed, "I knew it!"
Because his hands and feet were fixed on the ice, his current head-raising movement caused his body and buttocks to move, making him look very comical.
"Pfft~" Mizuki quickly turned her head away, worried she couldn't hold back.
Shinazugawa Genya's face was a bit distorted: "What are you laughing at?! Do I look funny now?!"
Mizuki suppressed her laugh: "No, no, I think it's fine."
Kanao tugged at her hands, which were stuck to the ice motionless. As for embarrassment, she wasn't that bothered.
Unable to break free from the ice, Kanao turned to look at Tanjirou, wanting to see if he had a solution, but she saw Tanjirou looking at the ice with a solemn expression.
Then, to Kanao's surprise, Tanjirou actually forced his palm off the ice, tearing the flesh on his palm and leaving some crimson flesh hanging on the ice.
Immediately, Tanjirou, whose palm was bloody and mangled, picked up his Nichirin Blade and shattered the ice on his legs, letting out a sigh of relief.
If these ice blocks were as sturdy as those blood threads, he would truly be out of options. Fortunately, they weren't.
Everyone looked at his hand, tightly gripping his Nichirin Blade, dripping blood, with some surprise.
It's just training, is it really necessary?
Mizuki could feel a tearing pain in her palm.
But then, Kochou Shinobu also forcefully pulled her hand free. Taking advantage of Mizuki's Divided Soul, her bloody and mangled hand fiercely gripped Mizuki's fair wrist.
Kochou Shinobu looked up, revealing a brilliant smile: "You've been caught, Mizuki~"
Mizuki was stunned for a moment: "Even if you say that, Shinobu can't hit..."
Before she finished speaking, she heard the sound of ice shattering. Her gaze shifted to look behind Kochou Shinobu, where several figures had already surrounded her.
Mizuki's back bristled; it seemed she had played a bit too much.
At the critical moment, her pupils slightly contracted, and the Transparent World appeared in her eyes.
The movements of the three were clearly visible to her.
Mizuki quickly bent down to dodge Kanao's horizontal slash, then adjusted with an extremely small movement. After avoiding Kanao's attack, she immediately shifted her body to dodge Genya's wide-sweeping New Year's Sword Style.
Finally, with one hand still being pulled by Kochou Shinobu, she used force in her feet to send her body flying and flipping backward, causing Tanjirou's horizontal slash to graze the fabric at Mizuki's waist.
"Wh... what...?"
Everyone's strenuous chopping movements hadn't fully retracted, and they all looked at the flying Mizuki in shock.
Tanjirou gritted his teeth, still wanting to follow up with another strike, but unexpectedly, Mizuki feigned a move, kicking him as she flew, and sweeping Kanao, who was beside him, far away as well.
Mizuki's body spun 360 degrees in mid-air, her wrist, which was pulled by Kochou Shinobu, bent and twisted, almost like a pretzel.
Mizuki smiled and said, "Shinobu? Can you let go now?"
Kochou Shinobu released her hand blankly.
Mizuki's movement just now made Kochou Shinobu's scalp tingle.
Was that really a movement a human could make?
Ah, Mizuki was a demon, after all.
But even for a demon, this movement was extremely challenging.
Even with the so-called Transparent World.
The body's adjustment margin was almost non-existent, all at the most extreme edge.
When she grabbed Mizuki's wrist, she was confident she could make Mizuki suffer a setback.
Unimaginable movements... coupled with this Blood Demon Art, different from usual, perhaps she could really contend with Muzan... Shinazugawa Genya asked blankly, "Why can't I do it?"
Mizuki looked at him in confusion: "What can't you do?"
"This and that." Shinazugawa Genya pointed straightforwardly at the ice on the ground and the blood threads wandering in the distance.
Mizuki shrugged: "How should I know? I've already served you the meal; I can't spoon-feed it to you, can I?"
What she said made so much sense.
Shinazugawa Genya was so rebuffed that he couldn't argue.
He could feel a powerful force within him, but currently, apart from the direct sensation of strength and speed, he couldn't use their Blood Demon Art directly by devouring their flesh and blood, unlike other demons.
This feeling was like holding a pair of kings and being forced to hold back.
He couldn't exert his strength.
Seeing Shinazugawa Genya's aggrieved expression, Mizuki seemed to understand something.
She said, her gaze a little unfocused: "I think I forgot to give you permission."
"Huh?" Shinazugawa Genya's face was blank.
The next moment, he understood what Mizuki meant.
Through the strand of hair parasitic in his body, Mizuki unlocked the permission for her abilities for him.
Shinazugawa Genya suddenly had an epiphany. He opened his mouth, looking at Mizuki, somewhat speechless.
He was certain now; this woman was just toying with him.
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