Below the cliff, the waterfall roared like thunder.
The boys stood bare-chested beneath the waterfall, swinging their Nichirin Blades into the cascading water.
They wore nothing but loose uniform trousers, exposing their powerful, well-defined muscles.
After months of intensive training, even Zenitsu Agatsuma was covered in muscle.
Genya, already tall and solidly built, had shot up to over six feet. When they stood together, he towered a full head above the other three boys, none of whom had reached five foot seven.
Inosuke envied his physique and constantly challenged him, the two of them brawling in the clearing.
Beneath a more forceful section of the waterfall, Haruto wiped the water from his face and swept the hair plastered to it back behind his head.
He, too, wore only a pair of black trousers, standing barefoot on a rock with both hands gripping his sword, holding it upright before his chest.
Like the boys, he had begun physical rehabilitation after his arm healed, and had lost the belly fat he had put on while recovering.
He had fully adapted to the long sword, which was heavier than his previous one. When he swung it, the powerful force of his slashes could even sever the torrent, leaving deep cuts in the rock behind the water.
Phew...
Once he finished today's training, he would officially return to work.
Haruto arrived at the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters at noon.
Kagaya had sent him a message by Kasugai Crow, saying he had a mission to hand over to him.
Kagaya seemed to be entertaining a guest. Haruto waited outside for a while before hearing farewells from within.
"Then it's settled. I'll notify you once all the goods have arrived."
"Sorry for the trouble, Mr. Yoshimura."
"Not at all."
A middle-aged man of average build