Huh?
Why had Persimmon suddenly come from the Northern Borderlands?
Xia Xi was a little surprised.
Perhaps because he had not seen her in a while, Xia Xi immediately stopped what he was doing.
He asked Tanjuro,
"Was she alone? That old... did Master Kazami not come?"
Tanjuro said, "Yes, she came alone, just this noon."
Charcoal Seller spoke a little slowly.
That was because he had already noticed the blasted earth and shattered rocks around them.
Combined with the footprints on the ground,
his Transparent World and experience had roughly reconstructed some of Xia Xi's training movements here not long ago.
Had Mr. Xia Xi...
Thrown some kind of bomb from his hand over a great distance?
Then his gaze swept over Xia Xi's body.
The practically transformed state inside him made Tanjuro's expression freeze.
His muscles, bones, and internal organs were clearly several levels stronger.
For a moment, he wondered whether something had gone wrong with his Transparent World.
Only a meal's worth of time had passed. How had he done it?
This progress looked as though he had secretly undergone several years of special training.
This so-called secret training was far too outrageous.
As the two headed back down the mountain together,
on their way back down the mountain, Tanjuro finally could not contain his curiosity.
"Mr. Xia Xi, what sort of training were you doing up on the mountain just now?"
If it had not been daytime,
Tanjuro would almost have thought the Dawn Hashira was turning into a demon.
Xia Xi said, "Training?"
Then he understood. The other man's Transparent World had already detected his recent progress.
Of course, before mortals like these,
whether it was his world-shaking wisdom or his world-shaking strength,
both were beyond their comprehension.
"Tanjuro, it's talent. Talent."
Xia Xi waved