Early the next morning.
Before Tanjiro had even woken up, Chinatsu was already awake-or rather, she had never fallen asleep at all.
The party the night before had lasted from six in the evening until midnight. Between eating and chatting, everyone had even held one last round of sword sparring.
Of course, they had used wooden swords this time.
After all, Muzan was dead. If they kept sparring with real blades, they might end up losing limbs to their own friends when Muzan himself had failed to cripple them.
As it turned out, though, without real swords, no one could settle a match. The wooden swords shattered with a crack! after barely a few exchanges, leaving every bout that night a draw.
Before the sun had risen, Chinatsu gripped her Nichirin Blade and practiced her sword techniques.
"Sun-Moon Style, First Form: Sun and Moon Shine Together!"
"Sun-Moon Style, Second Form: Sun and Moon Renewed Radiance!"
Although Chinatsu had only created two sword techniques so far, she believed that with time, she would develop more and gradually complete her style.
The Sun-Moon Style was not an upgraded version of Sun Breathing or Moon Breathing. It was the embodiment of the way of the sword she held in her heart.
Chinatsu was full of energy. Perhaps it was because she was savoring these moments, or perhaps it was because she had drunk a huge amount of Shinobu Kocho's special thick soup at the end of the party.
At any rate, Chinatsu really had not touched any alcohol. The legal restriction was not actually her main reason; she simply had a strange hunch.
I... really can't handle my liquor!
As for Shinobu Kocho's special thick soup... well.
Although it looked a little bizarre, it had tasted surprisingly decent. The problem was that Shinobu