Returning to Sanemi Shinazugawa's mansion, a lively sound could be heard from the kitchen from a long distance away.
"Wait! This needs to be heated up!" Nezuko puffed out her cheeks, glaring unhappily at Uzui Tengen.
Uzui Tengen, holding a dried fish in his hand, paused and looked down at her.
The two stared at each other, their eyes seemingly sparking.
"Awoo~" Uzui Tengen lifted his head, opened his mouth wide, and put the dried fish into his stomach.
Nezuko: "..."
Uzui Tengen chuckled, shaking his head proudly.
Mizuki leaned against the door, her mouth twitching slightly: "Are you a child?"
Kochou Shinobu added, "Mizuki, just forgive him."
"After all, he only has two years left. It's good for him to act like a child in advance."
Uzui Tengen almost spat blood. These two were truly too much.
"Eh, speaking of which, is someone missing?" Mizuki looked around curiously. "Why are two annoying faces not here?"
Tanjirou almost choked on the dango in his mouth when he heard this. He patted his chest twice, swallowed, and said with a sheepish look, "Sanemi-san... isn't awake yet."
"Iguro-san carried him back."
Mizuki: "..."
Oh, she remembered.
Mizuki consciously shut her mouth.
However.
Tanjirou was really too naive.
He was the one who carried Shinazugawa back. Obanai Iguro taking over the task at this time clearly meant he didn't want to come to the dining hall.
Mizuki could probably understand that guy's thoughts.
Obanai Iguro... the scars on his face were not removed by her blood.
Under the gaze of the Transparent World, Mizuki could clearly see that they were hideous scars, like a snake's mouth.
Just like his Breathing Technique and Sword Form.
In short, it wasn't beautiful.
Although he himself, for some reason, was unwilling to remove them, he still didn't want people to see them.
His appearance.
Mizuki hadn't actively inquired about Obanai Iguro's affairs, but she wasn't that proactive of a person to begin with.
She could only think that since he himself had no intention of removing the scars, there was no need to ask further.
"Ah, everyone, come and try this." Kanroji Mitsuri came over, holding a plate, and fed pastries into the mouths of the girls one by one as if feeding them.
"I..." Mizuki didn't even have time to refuse before a pastry was stuffed into her mouth.
"How is it? How is it? Is it delicious?" Kanroji Mitsuri chuckled, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
"It tastes pretty good." Kanae-nee smiled slightly. "But we've already experienced Nezuko's cooking, you know."
"We're almost tired of it."
Kanroji Mitsuri's cheeks were puffed out, whether from the food she stuffed in or from anger, it was hard to tell.
She stomped her foot and turned her head away: "Kanae-nee is so mean~"
Kanae-nee couldn't help but want to laugh, just as she was about to continue teasing her, she heard Nezuko's voice.
"Kanae-nee is already tired of it?"
Kanae-nee broke out in a sweat and quickly denied: "No, no, I was just kidding."
"I wouldn't get tired of Nezuko's cooking even if I ate it for decades."
Kochou Shinobu: "..."
Why had her sister also become so funny?
"That's right! I wouldn't get tired of food like this even if I ate it every day!" Kyoujurou laughed heartily, food residue on the corner of his mouth.
Mizuki found the lively atmosphere a bit much and excused herself: "You all eat first, I'm heading back."
Kochou Shinobu: "Get some rest early."
"Mhm."
Resting is impossible, never in this life.
No, after defeating Muzan, it should be possible, right?
Mizuki thought this as she walked out of the kitchen.
"Wait...!"
Suddenly, Kanroji Mitsuri's voice came from behind. Mizuki turned around just in time to see the girl pounce.
She hesitated for a moment, then didn't dodge.
Catching Kanroji Mitsuri, Mizuki straightened her: "What's wrong?"
Hearing this, Kanroji Mitsuri nervously looked behind her. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her actions, she dragged Mizuki to the corner.
"That... that... it's just..." Kanroji Mitsuri twisted her body restlessly, poking her fingers together.
Mizuki couldn't help but smile wryly: "Just say whatever you want to say."
Kanroji Mitsuri hesitated, then leaned in and whispered, "I'm the only one who hasn't awakened the Demon Slayer Mark yet. Mizuki, can you give me some Special Training?"
After saying that, she shrank back and covered her face.
"It's too embarrassing. Everyone else awakened it smoothly, and I'm the only one..."
Mizuki: "..."
She thought it was something serious.
This wasn't a matter of embarrassment; she thought it was a bit too silly.
For a moment, she didn't know whether to refuse or to tell her the truth.
This child was indeed too naive.
Mizuki sighed: "No problem."
"I knew it!" Kanroji Mitsuri hugged her tightly and rubbed against her. "Mizuki is so nice."
Mizuki gently pushed her away, "Go back and eat your food."
"Oh, right! Everyone else will eat it all up!" Kanroji Mitsuri suddenly realized and quickly ran back.
Mizuki watched her turn into the kitchen, shaking her head helplessly.
Well, there's still time anyway.
Mizuki was about to return to her room when, suddenly, as if sensing something, she lightly leaped onto the rooftop.
With a few jumps, she left Shinazugawa's mansion.
...
Hiding in the shadows of a street corner, Mizuki watched as several eyeball-like objects blended into the night.
There were many of them, no bigger than rats.
"Are those..."
Muzan's minions?
Have they already found their way here?
Mizuki's mood sank. This kind of thing couldn't be taken lightly.
Her perception wasn't particularly strong, but after Tamayo modified her body, her perception range had also increased significantly.
She had indeed only detected this thing tonight.
It must have only shown up tonight.
Based on her understanding of Muzan, he wouldn't rashly attack without first understanding the situation.
Mizuki knew very well that guy was even more timid than a mouse.
He wouldn't miss any slight disturbance.
He would definitely explore all the Demon Slayer Corps' bases, clarifying their lineup before making a move.
Mizuki concealed her presence and figure, flashing several times to catch up with this group of ugly, big eyeballs.
One by one, the deformed creatures scattered along the street.
Mizuki thought to herself: "As expected, they haven't figured out the specific situation yet."
She carefully perceived again, confirming that no other presences had appeared.
Mizuki evaded the detection of these peculiar creatures and slipped back.
She was thinking about how far Muzan should be allowed to explore before it would be just right to discover their little movements.
Or rather, in Kokushibou's mind, how wide was her perception range?
What distance would be considered normal?
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