From the day the information was leaked.
The personnel at Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters were reorganized, and everyone except the higher-ranking swordsmen was evacuated, including some of the Kakushi permitted to work within headquarters and the children Shinobu Kocho cared for at her mansion.
The swordsmen who remained at Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters all understood what would happen next. With hearts tense yet unafraid of death, they quietly awaited Muzan's arrival.
Since the Nine Pillars were recovering from their physical exhaustion, they spent these final moments in seemingly leisurely conversation rather than honing their swordsmanship.
Obanai Iguro and Mitsuri Kanroji, for instance.
Mitsuri wolfed down her food in huge mouthfuls. Sitting beside her, Obanai Iguro propped one cheek on his hand and quietly watched her eat.
"Eat a little less. Doesn't being too full make it harder for you to move? Didn't you come dead last in that race because you'd eaten too much beforehand?" Obanai Iguro said mildly.
"It's fine! It's fine! I haven't been eating as much lately because of training. This much won't fill me up!" Mitsuri giggled, holding her chopsticks in one hand while patting her perfectly flat stomach with the other.
This much... All right, then.
"A place opened in town recently where you can eat as much as you want for a fixed price. Have you heard of it?"
"Hm? Yes! Yes! But I haven't been there. I invited Chinatsu before, but she's been so busy she hasn't had time..."
The moment that restaurant-a veritable paradise to her-came up, Mitsuri suddenly found the food on the table far less appetizing, though less than a tenth of the original spread remained.
She could have gone alone, of course, but she wanted to go with a friend or two.
To her, eating without limits was bliss,