Although Chinatsu bore no grudge against the middle-aged man teaching swordsmanship, the gulf between their philosophies of the sword left her deeply irritated.
Chinatsu never considered herself a saint. Everything she did followed her heart, which was also one reason she had failed to reach the "Transparent World" yet attained its opposite state.
In short: Sorry, I barely know you, but I'm really annoyed right now, so I feel like stomping a weaker opponent.
Chinatsu held one of the wooden training swords supplied by the sword hall. After casually weighing it in her hand a couple of times, she found its quality far inferior to those at the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters. Even without a Breathing Style enhancing her strength, it probably wouldn't survive more than a few hard swings.
The middle-aged man facing her, meanwhile, looked as though her challenge to his hall was the funniest joke he had ever heard. He shrugged with a laugh. "Miss, are you serious?"
"Yes. Quite serious, in fact."
"All right, then. But let me make this clear first: I won't go easy on you." The middle-aged man snorted confidently, accepting Chinatsu's challenge with a wooden sword in hand.
Despite accepting her challenge, however, he still didn't take Chinatsu seriously.
The apprentices in the training room cleared a space for the two of them. Only one stayed behind, beckoned over by the middle-aged man to serve as a human countdown.
The apprentice forced into the role trembled. He stiffly raised an arm and stammered out a countdown from three.
"Three, two, one, begin..."
The moment the apprentice finished speaking, the middle-aged man tightened his grip on his wooden sword and charged at Chinatsu.
Go easy on a lady?
Victory was all that mattered!
Once he closed in on Chinatsu, the middle-aged man lashed