Rokuya walked to the edge of the training grounds. He looked at the Corps members groaning all over the ground and the two Hashira in a frenzy.
"Sanemi's still as hotheaded as ever," Rokuya said softly.
Sanemi turned and saw Rokuya. He snorted.
"Rokuya. Want to give it a try too? I can fight you with a real sword," Sanemi challenged.
Rokuya shrugged.
"Forget it. I'm not in the mood to fight you right now. Besides, you can't beat me."
The veins on Sanemi's forehead bulged. He tightened his grip on his wooden sword.
"You bastard. One day I'm going to cut you down," Sanemi cursed angrily.
Rokuya smiled and ignored him. He knew that was just how Sanemi was.
Rokuya continued on to the Fifth Stage.
The surroundings here were very unusual. Thick smoke completely shrouded the grounds, leaving extremely low visibility.
This was the vision-obstruction and smokescreen coordination training overseen by Muichiro Tokito and Yuichiro Tokito.
The moment Rokuya stepped into the area, he caught a choking, burnt smell.
Yuichiro's steady voice came from within the smoke.
"Close your eyes. Without your sight, you can only rely on hearing and touch. Use your skin to feel the changes in the airflow."
Several Corps members coughed violently in the thick smoke. They swung their wooden swords blindly.
Muichiro used the properties of Mist Breathing to move soundlessly through the thick smoke.
He was like a ghost. He suddenly appeared behind a Corps member and struck the back of his neck with a knife-hand chop.
The Corps member collapsed unconscious.
On the other side, Yuichiro released even hotter, thick smoke.
"Don't swing wildly. Stay calm. Sense where the danger is coming from," Yuichiro called out loudly.
Rokuya closed his eyes and stood quietly in the thick smoke. Even without his