Rokuya figured Muzan would come for the final battle within the next few days, so they might as well eat more to boost morale.
The cooks at headquarters brought out all their ingredients and prepared a lavish feast. The aroma of piping-hot food filled the air, dispelling the grim tension on the eve of the final battle.
The swordsmen sat around the tables, happily eating and interacting with one another, laughter and conversation rising all around.
"Lord Rokuya is truly incredible. With him here, we're sure to win!" a young Corps member declared loudly, holding up his cup of sake.
"That's right. Lord Rokuya has brought us hope. He's saved so many people-even the Hashira are completely convinced of his abilities," another member agreed.
Everyone began praising Rokuya, using every wonderful word they could think of, their eyes filled with admiration and trust. Listening from the main table, Rokuya smiled helplessly, lifted his bowl, and took great mouthfuls of the beef hot pot in front of him.
His appetite was enormous, and a tall stack of empty bowls had already piled up before him.
Kanae Kocho sat to Rokuya's left. Her black hair reached her waist, a pink butterfly ornament adorned it, and her smile was gentle.
She carefully picked the bones from a piece of grilled fish with her chopsticks, then placed the fish in Rokuya's bowl.
Her movements were tender, her eyes brimming with deep affection. Watching Rokuya wolf down his food, she wore a gentle smile and lightly wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.
Shinobu Kocho sat to Rokuya's right. Her short, purple-tipped hair stirred in the breeze, and her purple butterfly ornament gleamed faintly.
She folded her arms across her chest and watched Rokuya with a pout, a shrewd, stubborn