Haruto had no objection to Kotetsu dismantling Yoriichi Type Zero.
Everyone could see how far Kotetsu had come, from timid and hesitant to utterly absorbed in studying his craft.
Haruto believed a child that precocious would never treat something passed down by his ancestors lightly.
Hotaru Haganezuka stayed at the Butterfly Mansion for half a day before hurrying back. Haruto picked up his sword and flexed his right hand.
Although he was supposed to be resting and recuperating, he still made sure to practice a little every day.
Otherwise, by the time his body fully recovered, his command of swordsmanship and his Breathing Style would have slipped considerably.
That was why swordsmen underwent physical rehabilitation at the Butterfly Mansion after every serious injury: resting to recover inevitably reduced their previous physical conditioning.
After practicing with his sword for a while, Haruto turned around and found that the boys had stopped training and were resting beneath the breezy veranda.
"Huh? How could that happen?"
Zenitsu Agatsuma hung his head. "I don't really get it either... but my senior has always been like that."
Hmm?
Zenitsu's senior? Wasn't that Kaigaku, the one the scrolling comments predicted would become a demon?
Zenitsu looked dejected, constantly scraping the gravel with the soles of his shoes. "I worked up the courage to tell those swordsmen off, but then my senior blamed me instead.
"He said...
"'Even if people laugh at me for never being able to learn the simplest First Form of Thunder Breathing, what does that have to do with you? Mind your own business! You've caused me all this trouble for nothing!'
"I didn't know what to say... I was only trying to help him, but it feels like I just made things worse."
"He was clearly in the wrong. Why would you