The Northern Region dojo.
Xia Xi was guiding Kuang Jin through adjusting his breathing rhythm. The boy had hit a bottleneck recently.
He kept failing to grasp the essence of Wind Breathing's cutting power and flowing grace.
So Xia Xi had been giving him a little extra private instruction.
As for Makomo, the Seventh Squad had taken her out on a mission.
It was a perfectly ordinary day.
Then someone knocked on the dojo's door.
It was Tuesday. Aside from a few Swordsmen who received special attention, practically no one would disturb the Dawn Hashira's leisurely life.
What about ordinary people?
Or minor nobles seeking medicine?
Without credentials...
The surrounding Kakushi, and even Sendai's authorities, would make sure they could not so much as approach Kūmachiza.
Yet now, unusually, the knocking at the door was quite urgent.
The rhythm was not particularly polite.
Several successive bangs rang out, as though saying, "I'm here, hurry up and open the door."
Who was it?
Xia Xi motioned for Kuang Jin to continue and went to open the door himself.
Never mind ordinary Corps members-even Uzui would not knock like that... Mr. Flashy always slipped in without a sound.
He opened the door.
Standing outside were familiar faces he had not seen in some time.
There were three people in all, and Xia Xi knew two of them.
The first was a woman in her early thirties, at the height of her allure.
Not only was she tall, but she was dressed rather scantily, and her proportions far surpassed those of ordinary Demon Slayer Corps Swordsmen.
She was different from the Feather Hashira, who had left not long ago.
The latter preferred feminine clothing, whereas the person before him simply wore very little fabric.
One side of her hakama was cut almost as