Outing

Since that great battle, the demons and the Demon Slayer Corps had once again entered a period of stalemate.

Without Muzan Kibutsuji personally taking action, the demons found it difficult to completely wipe out the Demon Slayer Corps. And although Muzan Kibutsuji possessed overwhelming strength, as long as there was even the slightest possibility of threatening him, he would never risk himself.

At the very least, those so-called swordsmanship schools had made him feel threatened. With the intelligence severely lacking as well, he had no intention of showing himself.

In the worst-case scenario, if another Yoriichi Tsugikuni appeared in this world, then he could simply hide for another hundred years and come out after that person died.

The demons and the Demon Slayer Corps returning to a stalemate also meant that the Demon Slayer Corps members' mortality rate had begun to decline. However, because of the demons' frequent activity, the workload remained enormous.

This was especially true for the Hashira-level captains, who rarely had any free time.

If they were not out carrying out missions, they were practicing swordsmanship.

In a courtyard somewhere within the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters.

Shinobu Kocho wore a loose kimono meant for training. Both hands gripped her Nichirin Blade as she stared ahead with a serious, sharp gaze. Then she raised her blade and swung it with all her strength.

Swoosh!

A faint gleam appeared on the surface of the Nichirin Blade as it released a flying slash.

Yet that slash was pitifully weak, no more than an inch long. It flew barely three feet before leaving a shallow mark on the wooden post ahead and vanishing without a trace.

"Still no good..."

Shinobu sighed.

She was too weak.

She had mastered Total Concentration Constant a year ago, and by now she had remained at