He had snapped quite a few ropes...
After hearing Jigoro Kuwajima's words, Chiba Yo glanced at Zenitsu and thought it was a miracle he had survived this long.
Zenitsu also recalled his life back then. No matter how he tried to escape, he was always discovered, caught in a trap, tripped up, or snared by a rope and forcibly dragged away.
"Gramps..." Zenitsu glanced at Jigoro Kuwajima.
"Ahem, let's leave that aside. It's just about lunchtime. I'll cook, so stay for a meal before heading back." Jigoro Kuwajima stood and headed toward the kitchen as he spoke. Then he remembered something and turned back to the two of them.
"Oh, the peaches in the grove on the hill behind the house are ripe now. You can pick some, and take a few to Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters when you leave so the other swordsmen can try them.
Zenitsu, take our guest there."
"Okay." Zenitsu nodded in agreement.
"Yo, let's go. The peaches here are really good," Zenitsu told Chiba Yo.
"Sure." Chiba Yo nodded and followed Zenitsu out of the house.
From this first meeting, Jigoro Kuwajima struck Chiba Yo as a warm, strict, and somewhat endearing man. The strict part mostly came from his account of training Zenitsu.
Beyond that, Chiba Yo could tell that he truly cherished and cared for his disciple. When Chiba Yo praised Zenitsu, his happiness and pride were heartfelt, like a parent hearing someone praise his child's good grades right in front of him.
He just might have been a little heavy-handed.
When they reached the hill behind the house, a vast peach grove spread out before Chiba Yo. The peaches hanging from the trees were all enormous.
"Honestly, Gramps! I was so happy to come back and see him, and I even brought