"Bang!"
The wooden sword whipped up a gust as it slashed at the leaping girl.
Kanao sprang up and kicked the Mechanical Puppet in the head, but the hideously ugly puppet did not budge.
The girl flipped backward and landed on the ground, her expression focused and serious.
Her movements were light and swift.
The puppet's attacks posed little threat to her, but her own attacks could not shake the Mechanical Puppet, which had been reinforced with large amounts of refined iron.
The three boys stood in a row beneath the window, their eyes following Kanao's fluttering sleeves.
"She's so fast!"
"What a beautiful girl~~"
"I can do that too! It's just a lousy puppet! I'll go tear it apart right now!"
Inosuke dashed outside with his hospital gown hanging open. His swords had broken on Mount Natagumo, so all he could do now was brandish his fists. "You female! Get out of the way! These fists don't care who they hit!"
Hearing his shouts, Kanao calmly turned her head, not a ripple of emotion in her purple eyes.
But the Mechanical Puppet showed no mercy. Its wooden sword slashed toward her neck with a shrill whistle!
Tanjiro's face drained of color, and he hurriedly shouted, "Watch out beh-"
Kanao flicked her head around to glance at him, then lightly pushed off with her toes, floating into the air like a delicate butterfly.
To the young Tanjiro, it was as though the Creator had pressed a slow-motion button. Every detail of the girl left a vivid imprint on his memory.
The girl in the white cape flipped over and landed lightly on the puppet, then hooked her foot around it and kicked it backward.
It was such a simple movement, yet Kanao made it look exceptionally fluid and effortless.
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