Over the following days...
Xia Xi shamelessly settled into Tamayo and Yushiro's private little home.
Partly, he wanted to dig more useful information out of Tamayo.
And partly, he was helping treat Kuang Jin, whose injuries were the worst.
As for his free time...
Xia Xi picked up his daily swordsmanship and physical training again, having slacked off on them a little.
It was mainly his defeat in the battle against Kokushibo.
That had given him a renewed sense of danger.
Although, by now, the Master-Disciple System accounted for the bulk of his gains.
After the Demon Slayer Corps held its annual training camp...
He would earn several achievement points a month even if he did absolutely nothing.
Dumping those straight into Dawn Breathing meant two or three thousand proficiency points.
Meanwhile, if he buried himself in grueling practice for an entire day...
He would gain only around twenty points.
Not even a fraction of what the Master-Disciple System brought in.
Of course, training hard all night might earn him a little more.
But even then, it still came nowhere close to the returns from collecting his daily harvest.
Now, though...
Even a mosquito's leg was still meat.
Xia Xi felt that while working hard to improve his life skills...
He still needed to squeeze a little more time out of eating and sleeping to put together a basic training schedule.
And so...
Yushiro and Tamayo finally understood how this Dawn Hashira had become the Demon Slayer Corps' [Strongest of the Current Era].
The man trained as though his life meant nothing.
Apart from the occasional assortment of daily activities that looked like attempts to cultivate his tastes...
Every spare moment was filled with training.
And besides, who on earth...
Used a Nichirin Blade to chop vegetables while cooking, held