To Kanao, even more surprising than their victory over the general was the sheer power of Tanjiro's strike-and its astonishing speed!
Even she had been unable to see it clearly. In just one second, Tanjiro seemed to have delivered five hundred slashes!
"Unbelievable... Is this what his special training achieved? He's strong. So strong." Her tiny mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg, and for the first time, astonishment appeared on her face.
Her heart started racing uncontrollably again, making her instinctively crouch down to ease it. It seemed she was "having another episode."
"Are you all right?"
When she looked up, she saw a gentle, sunny smile and Tanjiro's concerned eyes.
He held his open right hand out to her. What is he doing? Helping me up?
No one answered. As if bewitched, she reached out with her own right hand and took his.
So warm. It feels completely different from my sisters' hands. His broad, sturdy hand gave Kanao an inexplicable sense of security.
With a gentle pull from him, Kanao stood up. Just as she was about to thank him, she stumbled, lost her balance, and fell forward.
"Careful!" Tanjiro instinctively opened his arms to catch her.
"Pff~"
He caught her successfully, but with the lovely girl in his arms and their bodies pressed together, Tanjiro found himself closer to a girl than he had ever been before. He could even feel her warm breath.
A blush spread across both their cheeks. An indescribable feeling rose in their hearts, making them overlook another, even stranger sensation.
His warm, broad hand was holding something full and soft.
Her breast was covered by his large, warm hand, giving her a sense of fullness she had never experienced before.
"Ahh~"
His hand tightened unconsciously, lightly pinching the cherry-like tip.