While things were getting lively over where Xia Xi and the others were,
Sanemi had not been idle either.
He was like a stray cat that had just entered a new territory, constantly scouting out the scents everywhere.
He looked here and sniffed there.
Before long, he discovered that what Kazami had told him back then really was true.
Every Swordsman in this Northern Borderlands Dojo was absurdly strong!
Sanemi's instincts told him so.
Even those few who looked small and skinny would be seriously tough opponents for him.
What kind of monsters was this Demon Slayer Corps raising?
Back then, he had only barely managed to kill a Demon by giving it everything he had, along with using his special blood.
That made it hard for him to believe ordinary people could behead those monsters with physical strength alone.
Until he met Kuang Jin.
The two of them had been pursuing the same Demon, and he had ended up covered in injuries.
Yet the other man's clothes had not even gotten dirty.
He had not thought much of it at the time.
Because Kuang Jin always looked like a smiling, good-natured fellow.
Sanemi simply could not associate the word "powerhouse" with him.
He only truly witnessed how human flesh and blood could be trained to become harder than steel after he began training under Kazami.
It was bad enough that the old man was stubborn as a mule.
Sometimes, when he talked back and got hit with a ruler for it,
no matter how he dodged or blocked,
the old man always struck precisely the same spot with exactly the same force.
At first, Sanemi refused to accept it.
But after it happened enough times, even he, no matter how stupid, could tell this was not something a normal