Sendai, Kūmachiza.
The Demon Slayer Corps Mobile Squad's dojo.
"Huff... huff..."
Persimmon braced herself against the wall, walking with some difficulty.
She was doing rehabilitation exercises.
The medicine Xia Xi had sent earlier had been very effective, alleviating the lingering effects at a visible pace.
And a few days ago, another batch of new prescriptions had arrived.
Their effects were even stronger than before.
The three members of the Seventh Squad who had slain the demon together were more or less all able to get out of bed and begin rehabilitation training.
As for Persimmon, whose injuries were more severe...
Her legs still did not quite obey her. She would probably need some more time to recover before she could resume high-intensity training.
"Yukisō Vice-Captain, why don't you rest another couple of days before you start training?"
Several female swordsmen around her were urging the girl to rest properly.
But she refused them all with a shake of her head.
She gritted her teeth and swallowed the pain and soreness.
She kept stepping forward, stimulating the muscles and ligaments that had atrophied from being bedridden for so long.
Sweat dripped down her cheeks.
How could I stop here?
Even against a Lower Rank, I could barely win with other people's help.
And Xia Xi?
He could already fight an Upper Rank.
We all joined at the same time, and I've been working so hard too.
She took another few steps.
"He's the one person I don't want to leave me behind..."
As she used Snow Breathing, even the pain in her body seemed to ease a little.
Meanwhile, in the training ground ahead of her...
The other swordsmen's training was much livelier.
"Hah!"
"Ha!"
Blades flashed across each other as figures darted about.
Tengen Uzui stood in the training ground,