Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Today's win or loss,

Qingchuanquan was completely defeated.

Being tricked twice by the same person didn't make me angry; instead, I felt a bit amused and exasperated.

"Is there anything else?"

Kanzaki Aoi looked at him strangely, as if to say, "If there's nothing else, could you please not bother me?"

"Alright."

Kiyokawa Izumi shrugged and said casually.

"Oh, one more thing. When you participated in the selection, did you encounter a special kind of evil spirit? The kind with many arms?"

"An arm? What's that?"

Kanzaki Aoi shook her head subconsciously, looking at him with confusion.

"That's alright then, you can go ahead with your work."

Kiyokawa Izumi asked this question simply to satisfy her own curiosity.

Kanzaki Aoi, who stayed at the Butterfly Mansion, was not Shinobu Kocho's stepson, but she participated in the final selection before Kiyokawa Izumi.

It was a year earlier than him.

As for why this official member stayed here?

There's really no complicated reason.

It is human nature to fear death and not dare to go to the battlefield.

Not all team members are like pillars.

Knowing the reason, Kiyokawa Izumi would not look down on him because of it.

He is understandable.

There are always things that are impossible to do no matter what.

As Kiyokawa Izumi left the pharmacy, she passed by the courtyard and encountered Kocho Shinobu basking in the sunlight under the wisteria trellis.

She seemed to be in a very good mood.

"Do we still need to make those three hundred rice balls?"

Kiyokawa Izumi's lips twitched slightly as he casually asked.

"Yes, you need it!"

Upon hearing this, Kiyokawa Izumi nodded to indicate that he understood and was about to leave when he couldn't help but ask again.

"Are you really going to make three hundred rice balls?"

Shinobu Kocho's lips curled into a slight smile as she earnestly said to Izumi Kiyokawa, "Really!"

"Yeah?"

Kiyokawa Izumi was half-believing and half-doubting, almost turning back every few steps to ask again, "Do we really have to make so many?"

……

In fact, you really need to make that many.

Before Qingchuanquan arrived, the three little ones had already started getting busy.

He didn't ask what he needed so many rice balls for; he simply imitated the three little ones and started making rice balls.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of rice and the faint fishy smell of seaweed.

With his left hand wet with salt water, he grabbed a handful of hot rice grains with his right hand, clasped his hands together, and began to shape them.

For Kiyokawa Izumi, this job was undoubtedly very tedious.

After each batch of rice balls is kneaded, wash your hands and then repeat the process.

Although it only takes a few breaths to make one, there are as many as three hundred in total, which really tests Kiyokawa Izumi's patience.

Perhaps because he had experienced the turbulent society of his previous life, he found it difficult to calm his mind completely.

No wonder the Water Breathing technique doesn't quite suit him.

Time passed slowly, and Shinobu Kocho, who walked silently, suddenly appeared behind him, slightly tiptoeing, and gently patted his left shoulder with her fair right hand.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"!!"

Kiyokawa Izumi was so startled that she almost threw the rice ball in her hand at that delicate face.

It would be strange not to be startled if someone suddenly appeared behind you when you were fully focused on your work.

The key point is that we didn't hear a single footstep.

"Wait, why is there a grain of rice stuck to the corner of your mouth?"

Shinobu Kocho smiled gently, pointing vaguely at the corner of Kiyokawa Izumi's mouth.

The distance between the two was less than two fists.

The rich aroma of rice seems to be accompanied by a faint fragrance from a young girl.

Kiyokawa Izumi was caught red-handed stealing rice balls.

"Is there?"

"No?"

"You might be mistaken."

Kiyokawa Izumi subconsciously made the move to destroy the evidence, and then said it with a straight face.

Ignoring his concerns, Shinobu Kocho, like a supervisor, examined the rice balls that Izumi Kiyokawa had personally shaped.

His smooth forehead appeared to have bulging veins.

Looking at the crooked, shapeless rice ball in front of me, it was as if a question mark appeared above my head.

"?"

You call this a rice ball?

"Although it's not very pretty, it tastes pretty good. Would you like to try some?"

Kiyokawa Izumi said dismissively.

Pragmatists don't care about whether it looks good or not.

If it's edible and tastes good, then that's fine.

Kiyokawa Izumi is not an irresponsible person; he personally tasted the rice balls he made.

It's perfectly safe to eat!

If you don't believe me, just try it and you'll know.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I could vaguely see the word "disdain" on Shinobu's face.

"Tsk."

"?"

Kiyokawa Izumi seemed to hear some sound, and when she turned her head, Kocho Shinobu's smile remained unchanged.

illusion?

It does not seem.

"Don't believe me? No problem, I've already eaten two. Do you want plum filling or salmon filling?"

He picked up the rice ball, practically ready to feed it to Shinobu Kocho.

This tactic is called "getting involved yourself".

What bad intentions could he possibly have?

Shinobu Kocho instinctively stepped back, her lips twitching slightly, her refusal quite obvious.

If she backs down, Kiyokawa Izumi will start to push her luck.

The hand holding the rice ball suddenly reached out.

"Is it inconvenient? It's okay, I just washed my hands, they're very clean. I'll feed you!"

Before I could even put my hand to her mouth, my wrist was pinched by slightly cool fingers.

At this moment, the smiles on their faces remained.

In today's match, it seems that Kiyokawa Izumi neither won nor lost.