Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

Inside the dojo,

Kiyokawa Izumi's screams were incessant.

"Wait, it's going to break!!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch—"

"Help!"

Shinobu Kocho knelt on the futon, the slight upturn of her lips suggesting that she was in a very good mood.

"Xiao Qing, use a little more force to help him stretch his leg muscles."

Holding a medicine book, Shinobu Kocho read it while gently speaking to the three little ones.

"?"

"Wait a minute! Let me catch my breath!"

Kiyokawa Izumi strongly suspected that this wicked woman was taking revenge on him, yet what she said made perfect sense.

My flexibility is indeed average. Stretching exercises can improve flexibility, relieve muscle tension, and promote recovery.

It really shouldn't be skipped.

But why is she able to sit so leisurely to the side?

Are they deliberately trying to make themselves look foolish?

I didn't say anything offensive. I was just curious and asked if there was any secret to Insect Breathing.

hateful!

One day, I'll show you what Ansai waist drum is all about!

Kiyokawa Izumi thought indignantly to himself.

We should learn from Master Yinzhu; how can it be called Ansai Waist Drum if it doesn't make a sound?

After the stretching exercises are finished

Kiyokawa Izumi collapsed to the ground, as if he had lost his soul.

A faint fragrance wafts towards you, its sweet scent brushing against your cheeks.

Kiyokawa Izumi subconsciously opened his eyes. Kocho Shinobu, who was kneeling, bent down slightly and looked down at him, her hair falling across her brow bone.

Her fair skin was smooth and delicate, and her thin, moist lips were like pale pink petals.

She spoke the cruelest words in the gentlest voice.

"Let's continue tomorrow!"

"?"

Qingchuan Quan's lips twitched slightly. He didn't have time to appreciate it and could only feel impotent rage in his heart, secretly vowing—Anse Waist Drum, you just wait.

Today's defeat may not be a defeat at all.

……

After a brief adjustment, Kiyokawa Izumi slowly got up, stretched his slightly sore limbs, and continued with the next round of training.

The training in the entire collection of essays by Changzhong was far from ideal.

In addition to his daily long-distance running, he also incorporates basic physical training into his training, such as push-ups and sit-ups.

In addition, they also conducted underwater breath-holding training.

It can help improve lung capacity to some extent. Most importantly, long-term training can enhance respiratory muscle strength and alveolar elasticity.

In the short term, it can increase lung tolerance.

Of course, basic swordsmanship training was not neglected.

The entire day was packed with activities.

If there's any significant change, it's that my appetite has increased dramatically!

She used to be able to eat only three or four rice balls in one meal, but now she can eat six, seven, or eight—she can't compare to big eaters like Renju, and she can't even beat some of the pilgrims.

There's nothing to be discouraged about.

He is currently in a period of rapid growth and has not yet felt the existence of a ceiling.

This is actually a good thing.

If one hits a bottleneck too early, it means that his potential is limited.

……

Ten days later,

"call--"

Qingchuan Quan, who was holding the gourd, had already turned red in the face.

He blew as hard as he could, but he could only make the gourd crack slightly; he could never blow it apart in one breath.

The difference is too great!

Not to mention that giant gourd that's half a person's height, he couldn't even blow up this little guy, which is really a bit discouraging.

His swordsmanship had reached level four, but his breathing technique remained at level two without any sign of loosening.

In terms of swordsmanship alone, he is already close to that of an average Pillar.

However, this breathing technique... it's not that there's no progress, but the improvement is extremely slow.

"No wonder that person said the original owner didn't have the talent to become a swordsman... Without these eyes, she wouldn't even have passed the final selection."

He exhaled a breath of stale air; the Sharingan, though not fully developed, provided him with immense help.

Without those eyes, even if I barely passed the final selection, I probably wouldn't even have one-tenth of my current strength.

"Team member Kiyokawa Izumi, we have a mission! We have a mission!"

The raven landed on the eaves, flapped its wings, and cried out loudly.

"Southeast! A demon is eating people! Go quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Kiyokawa Izumi showed no surprise.

His injuries had already healed more than ten days ago.

If it weren't for the damage to the Nichirin Blade, it would have already started a mission.

"Looking for Anse waist drum... ah, no, looking for my dear Sister Ren, I need some common poison."

Kiyokawa Izumi didn't refuse, but planned to ask the respected Insect Pillar for some common poison before setting off.

Although he often teases her, Kiyokawa Izumi has complete confidence in the poisons she concocts.

Shinobu Kocho concocts different poisons for different demons—her Nichirin Blade is very special, allowing her to concoct poisons on the spot.

Out of curiosity, Kiyokawa Izumi also considered stealing it to study it.

Unfortunately, that person was too vigilant.

There was a chance only when she was sleeping—but Kiyokawa Izumi couldn't possibly enter Shinobu's room and steal her Nichirin Blade while she was sleeping, could he?

That's very impolite.

You'll get killed!

Just as they were about to go find Shinobu Kocho, the taciturn and seemingly isolated Kanao appeared not far away. Kiyokawa Izumi watched as she picked up the small gourd, her small chest containing unimaginable power, and blew the gourd into the air with one breath.

Kiyokawa Izumi was overwhelmed with shame and quickly left, covering her face.