Muzan's Fear

Before long, they arrived at the training grounds of the Shogunate.

Kanae and Tengen Uzui began discussing things quietly as well.

"Kanae, how strong do you think Makomo and the other junior brothers and sisters are?"

Kanae looked at the five people on the field, her expression shifting slightly.

"They probably aren't weak. After all, they were taught by the same master."

Tengen Uzui nodded, then seriously watched the impending match.

At the center of the training grounds, Mei and the other three, including Xunri, stood in four different directions. From the very beginning, they had never considered fighting alone. They knew their senior sister well.

Even when the four of them had joined forces in the past, they had gained no advantage. Now, after being apart for several years, they certainly did not arrogantly believe that the progress they had made over those years could close the gap between them and their senior sister.

Instead, they firmly believed that, with their eldest senior sister's dedication to training, the gap between them would only grow wider.

Mei gripped the hilt at her waist and looked solemnly at Makomo.

"Eldest Senior Sister, we're coming!"

Makomo gave a slight nod.

"Come, Mei. Let me see how much you've all grown over the years!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Makomo unleashed her full aura. A cold wind swept past, and the summer day instantly turned into a bitter winter.

The four of them shuddered, staring in disbelief at the goose-feather snow drifting down from the sky.

Gulp!

Xunri swallowed hard.

"Th... this is way too exaggerated!"

The others' expressions changed as well.

They remembered their master once telling them that the way of the sword had several stages.

The first was the Basic Swordsmanship Stage. Its defining trait was the proficient mastery