"Hm?"
Shinobu Kocho sharply turned to glance toward the kitchen doorway, but Chinatsu had already pulled her head back, so Shinobu never noticed her.
Now that the demons had been wiped out, the obsession in Shinobu's heart had faded as well. Though she was sensitive to her surroundings, she gave it no further thought and enthusiastically continued simmering her "Century Soup."
Meanwhile, Chinatsu leaned against the wall outside the kitchen, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly. The image of that bubbling purple soup kept surfacing in her mind.
This... should be drinkable, right...? Chinatsu muttered inwardly, uncertain. Then she left Shinobu's residence with light steps.
Four in the afternoon, at Oyakata-sama's residence.
Oyakata-sama let out a long breath and gently swung his aching arm. He had finally finished writing Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba Chapter Two. All that remained was to arrange for someone to print copies in bulk, and it would be ready for publication.
Seeing this, Amane considerately stepped forward to massage his sore arm.
"Your curse may be gone, but your body is still much weaker than an ordinary person's. You still need to take better care of yourself," Amane said as she massaged his arm.
Perhaps it was a lingering effect of living with the curse for so many years, or perhaps it was a side effect of forcing down a pile of potent supplements before the battle with Muzan. Either way, although Oyakata-sama was now free of the curse, he could hardly be called healthy.
Oyakata-sama waved his other arm and answered with a smile, "The children have all worked so hard. I need to work hard, too. Even if our history cannot be made public, it should not be buried. This is something I ought to do."
Oyakata-sama said that, aside from handing