Himejima Gyomei left carrying the box, his massive physique making it look like a small container.
Kochou Shinobu watched his receding figure, tilting her head slightly in confusion, "Why does Mr. Himejima reject regaining his eyesight?"
Mizuki smiled and turned her head, "Perhaps he wasn't mentally prepared for us to tell him so suddenly."
"Moreover..." Mizuki hesitated, then continued, "His eyes don't seem to have lost their sight due to external injury. Perhaps he thinks my blood won't be able to restore his sight, and he doesn't want our kindness to be wasted."
Kochou Shinobu nodded in agreement, "Yes, Mr. Himejima was born blind."
Mizuki was about to nod in agreement, wondering if congenital eye conditions could be cured by her blood, when she heard Kochou Shinobu say:
"But with Mizuki's blood, wouldn't he just need to have his eyes removed and wait for them to grow back?"
Mizuki shivered, "Don't say such cruel things with such an innocent expression!"
Kochou Shinobu looked confused, "Cruel? With anesthesia, there's no need to torture him."
"...That's true in principle." Mizuki rolled her eyes, unable to explain what she meant.
Kochou Shinobu stood up and stretched, "Does Mizuki want to watch more?"
"No, thanks." Mizuki glanced at the group of burly men exuding youthful energy, and shook her head faintly, "Let's go back and find Tanjirou and the others. See if they've persuaded that Old Gentleman."
What's there to see about a bunch of grown men?
"I think so too." Kochou Shinobu nodded with a smile.
It felt good to be with Mizuki.
The Pillars' and members' special training would take some more time, so they could still be together.
It was just a pity that the final battle was probably not far off.
If only it could have been earlier... Although there was no news of Kibutsuji Muzan yet, a Demon King who commanded such an Otherworldly city (different dimensional fortress) would surely find them in due time.
And this time would not be long.
Kochou Shinobu's own estimate was no more than a month.
The Demon Slayer Corps' headquarters had not been undiscovered by Kibutsuji Muzan before. With the current large-scale training, day after day, the screams of the swordsmen could be heard from the neighboring mountain.
Kochou Shinobu's maximum psychological estimate for when they would be discovered was already a month.
It might be a week from now, it might be tomorrow, or even tonight.
The two of them greeted Himejima Gyomei, Kyoujurou, and Tomioka Giyu, then left this torturous purgatory.
Incidentally, during their farewells, Kyoujurou pulled them into a long chat, and by the time they returned to Sanemi Shinazugawa's residence, it was already evening.
"I'm starving." Kochou Shinobu sat at the table, her head resting on it, looking dejected and tired.
Mizuki tilted her head, her Hand resting on her face, contentedly poking a stray hair on Kochou Shinobu's head that was slightly sticking up from climbing mountains and wading through water.
Fun.
"Didn't you go to Mr. Himejima's place?" Kochou Kanae brought her a cup of tea and asked curiously, "Were you dragged into training?"
Kochou Shinobu took a sip of tea, finally feeling alive and regaining some energy, then complained bitterly, "We were about to leave, but Mr. Rengoku dragged us into talking for two hours."
"Yuko-san." Nezuko brought Mizuki a cup of tea.
"Thank you." Mizuki responded with a faint smile.
"Why didn't you just refuse?" Kanae instinctively replied, then remembered Kyoujurou's personality and broke into a sweat, "With Kyoujurou, it would indeed feel a bit awkward to refuse him."
Tanjirou also broke out in a slight sweat.
Mr. Rengoku's good-natured personality really made one feel guilty for refusing him.
Because Kochou Shinobu sat up, Mizuki, deprived of her toy, raised an eyebrow and looked at Sanemi Shinazugawa, who was staring at her from directly opposite.
"I say, if you have any opinions about me, just say them directly."
"Don't bottle it up."
The veins on Sanemi Shinazugawa's cheeks immediately bulged. He looked annoyed with her, but then he seemed to remember something, and a smile appeared on his angry face as his lips curled.
"No, I have no opinions at all."
He called it a smile, but his face was completely distorted, to the point where children would definitely not be able to sleep at night after seeing it.
To describe it in one simple word:
Ugly.
Mizuki sighed, "That's quite scary."
The veins on Sanemi Shinazugawa's face twitched, but he still managed to hold back.
Now it was Mizuki's turn to look at him with new respect.
Since he was so sensible, Mizuki didn't continue to tease... ah no, she didn't bother to provoke him further.
Shinazugawa Genya's face was covered in cold sweat. Seeing the two finally calm down, he couldn't help but let out a long breath.
He had heard that his elder brother's relationship with Miss Mizuki was not good, but he didn't expect it to be this bad.
And what couldn't be denied was that his elder brother couldn't beat Miss Mizuki.
For a moment, he was at a loss as to what to do.
Fortunately, his elder brother was persuaded by Miss Kanae, preventing the situation from escalating further.
Mizuki scanned the room but didn't see Zenitsu's figure, "Where's Zenitsu? That guy should be quite active when it comes to eating, right?"
Inosuke was already ignoring the standoff between Mizuki and Sanemi Shinazugawa, eating his meal by himself.
His posture truly lived up to the headpiece he wore, rivaling the speed of a pig eating in a pigsty.
Hearing about Zenitsu, Tanjirou's eyes dimmed slightly.
"Zenitsu, he locked himself in his room."
Nezuko's expression also turned a bit grim upon hearing this, her eyes dimming a few shades.
Zenitsu had also quickly completed Iguro Obanai's training and arrived here.
That's why Tanjirou and Nezuko were here.
It was said to be a very brutal battle. Swordsmen who graduated from Iguro Obanai's training and came here spoke of the treatment Zenitsu received, and their expressions became very grim.
It was as if they were imagining whether they themselves could survive under the Serpent Pillar, Lord Iguro, if it were them.
And Kanae and other discerning people immediately understood what had happened.
He must have precisely stepped on Mr. Iguro's landmine during training with Mitsuri.
As a result, Zenitsu's strength exploded to 100%, and it was said that his Demon Slayer Mark was almost ruined. He quickly completed Iguro Obanai's training in just one day, impatiently.
Leaving behind a widely celebrated legend.
However... if the news Tanjirou brought could have been slightly better, he would probably have preferred to be tormented even more by Iguro Obanai.
Mizuki's eyes darkened, and she sighed, "So, that Old Gentleman still...?"
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