"So the Old Heavenly Master sent you to follow us? No matter what, thank you very much, Mr. Feng Lian."
Having learned the full story, Kanae Kocho solemnly thanked Wind Sickle. If he had not appeared in time, she likely would have lost her life here today.
The Upper Rank demon's strength was far greater than she had imagined. She had thought she understood the Upper Ranks' power, but when she truly encountered one, that sense of helplessness lingered in Kanae's mind.
"Mr. Feng Lian, during the Hashira Trial, about how much of your strength did you use?" Kanae asked, looking at Wind Sickle curiously. She wanted to know just how wide the gap between herself and an Upper Rank was.
"Well, how should I put it? About fifty percent. And that was fifty percent while holding back."
Even if Wind Sickle had not admitted it himself, the Hashira could have guessed as much. After all, those who became Hashira in the Demon Slayer Corps were not fools.
"I see. Then how does that Upper Rank demon called Douma compare to you?"
Wind Sickle thought for a moment before slowly answering, "You saw it just now. As long as I get serious, he has no ability to fight back. But I can't kill him either. After all, demons can't inflict effective damage on other demons."
Kanae lowered her head in silence for a moment. Then she lifted her large, glistening eyes to Wind Sickle and pleaded, "Mr. Feng Lian, could I ask you to give me special training?"
"Uh, well... the Old Heavenly Master will train you all. There's no need to come to me specifically."
Kanae naturally understood that, but she felt that her strength lagged far behind the other Hashira. She needed extra training if she wanted to