Chinatsu had no idea how much time had passed before she groggily opened her eyes and saw that familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling.
She decided not to comment on the famous "unfamiliar ceiling" meme. The instant she opened her eyes and saw it, she understood why she was lying in bed.
I actually tripped over a tiny pebble while walking? What was I even... This is so embarrassing!!!
Chinatsu sat up in bed and covered her cheeks with both hands in shame.
At first, she had been brimming with confidence, ready to go three hundred rounds with Akaza. Yet the moment he left, she had become so weak that a measly little stone sent her sprawling, and she had fallen asleep just like that.
After a bout of mortified self-reflection, Chinatsu finally calmed down. She recalled the state she had entered while fighting Akaza head-on and sank briefly into thought.
So strong!
Rapid regeneration paired with a Bright Red Nichirin Sword that dealt true damage... In that state, my strength jumped by more than one level. Even if the side effects are extreme exhaustion and a long sleep, I have to master it!
But that brought her to a problem.
Chinatsu stared ahead with dead-fish eyes and murmured, "Where am I supposed to start? I can't just have someone beat the hell out of me, can I? I want to get stronger, but I don't want to become a masochist..."
The room Chinatsu was in was not her residence at the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters, but a room in Shinobu Kocho's home. Nearly a month had passed since she lost consciousness.
Shinobu Kocho was well versed in medicine, but she truly could not make sense of Chinatsu's body. Internally, she was unquestionably human, yet her physical constitution had undoubtedly entered the