A few days before Muzan began stirring up trouble with his plan to mass-produce demons, the call rang out for the Demon Slayer Corps' vacation to end. Once again, the Training Camp was shrouded in a grim atmosphere... and trembling calves.
The swordsmen stood in formation, watching the blue figure carrying a Great Long Sword on the raised platform with complicated expressions. Giyu Tomioka had already quietly taken a group of trainees to the kitchen to butcher fish-the faint smell of fish and wood-fired rice drifted through the air.
The Sapphire Star stood on the wooden platform with a hand on her hip and a megaphone in the other, radiating authority. Beside her stood Kyojuro Rengoku, Mitsuri Kanroji, Tengen Uzui, Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Muichiro Tokito, and Gyomei Himejima. Even Tanjiro stood off to one side. Shinobu Kocho was still absent, evidently hard at work with Tamayo deep inside the Butterfly Mansion.
"Good morning, students!" The Sapphire Star's voice boomed through the megaphone, leaving their eardrums ringing.
"A whole week off! You ate fish, slept in, and lazed around! Did you enjoy yourselves?!"
"Yes-!" The reply rose like a tidal wave, though plenty of voices sounded shaky and legs were still trembling-the demon instructor's lingering intimidation had yet to fade.
"Good! That's what vacations are for-getting a proper break!" The Sapphire Star grinned, her white teeth gleaming in the sunlight.
"But while you were on vacation, we weren't resting!" She jabbed a thumb toward the all-star lineup of Hashira behind her.
"They all came back to headquarters with me, wore out ancient books, and stayed up until their eyes turned red. At last, we dug something real out of those piles of old paper!"
She spun around and kicked away the cloth beside her, revealing an enormous makeshift wooden board