On the fourth day, Shinazugawa's wounds finally began to scab over.
Some color had finally returned to Kuang Jin's face as well.
Of course, Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen had constitutions far beyond those of ordinary people, so it was only natural that they healed quickly.
But Tamayo's medical skills had certainly played a considerable part in this.
After all, she was a woman whose talent had caught Muzan Kibutsuji's eye centuries ago, prompting him to personally manipulate her into joining the demons.
Yet the more time passed,
the more restless Shinazugawa became.
"Hey, the way you're swinging that sword around, you don't look injured to me."
That evening, Yushiro sat in the doorway, watching Shinazugawa do rehabilitation exercises in the courtyard.
He sipped his tea and spoke disdainfully.
"People from the Demon Slayer Corps really are all so crude."
Hajimi tightened his grip on his sword.
Be patient.
Sanemi answered in a low voice, "I just don't want to waste time."
Yushiro raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Still planning to go back and fight that Lower Rank to the death?"
Although he and Tamayo didn't know the current Lower Ranks,
they knew those demons were certainly not opponents an ordinary swordsman could defeat.
As far as he was concerned,
even if the little white-haired boy before him, fresh from a defeat, buried himself in training for another six months or a year, he still wouldn't stand a chance.
"That's Lower Rank One. At your size, there's no way you could beat her."
Hajimi: (#▼皿▼)
Be patient, be pati...
Sanemi's voice sounded as though he was forcibly holding his anger down in his throat. "Slaying demons has nothing to do with height... and I'm not short at all."
Among his peers in the Far East, he was actually on the tall side.