Chinatsu and Mitsuri emerged from the hot springs and went into the lounge of the wooden cabin, where one corner of the wooden table was piled with food.
This was hardly Mitsuri's first visit to the Swordsmith Village. The villagers already knew she had an enormous appetite, so naturally, they would never serve her ordinary portions.
Yet Mitsuri puffed out her cheeks at the sight of the food. She walked over to a villager carrying more dishes and said plaintively, "Um... this seems a little short..."
"Huh? Not enough? This should be about as much as usual, shouldn't it?" The villager blinked blankly, until Mitsuri leaned aside and extended a hand toward Chinatsu behind her. "I meant there isn't enough for Chinatsu. She'll go hungry with this little!"
The villager looked as though he had been struck by lightning. He stiffly turned his head toward Chinatsu, who did not give it much thought and said whatever they had would do.
"Just give me the same amount as Mitsuri."
"..."
Soon, the wooden table, already laden with delicious food, was piled with even more. Looking at the spread, one had to wonder whether the table could bear the weight.
By then, Tanjiro had finished up on his end and entered the cabin. He froze at the sight of all the food on the wooden table, but when his gaze shifted slightly and he saw Chinatsu and Mitsuri sitting beside it, busily eating, everything immediately made sense.
"Oh, Chinatsu's little brother! Your name was Tan... Tanjiro?" Seeing Tanjiro walk in, Mitsuri immediately set down her bowl and chopsticks to greet him.
"Yes! I'm Tanjiro, and this is my little sister, Nezuko." As he spoke, Tanjiro crouched slightly and set the wooden box on his back down on the floor. As soon as