Makomo's past was not complicated. She had had a happy family as a young child, suffered a devastating upheaval at seven, and grown up in the Demon Slayer Corps' Orphanage. A little past thirteen, she had become Sakonji Urokodaki's student. After that came her encounter with Kanzaki Kumo during the Final Selection when she was fifteen.
Although the course of her life had been simple, recounting all its details still took quite some time.
By the time Makomo finished, it was already dark.
The two collected themselves and returned to the little house to spend the night.
"So you really just held me and slept all night without doing anything?" After waking up comfortably in Kanzaki Kumo's arms, Makomo looked at him resentfully.
"My figure might not compare to Kanae's, but surely I'm not that unattractive?"
Kanzaki Kumo looked Makomo over. Now eighteen, her chest was no longer as flat as before. Although her curves were only a little more pronounced than those of Kanao, who was not yet twelve, at least she had some now.
As for her face, age had taken away a little of its cuteness and lent it a touch of mature grace, but the playful liveliness in her eyes had not changed at all.
And thanks to years of practicing her Breathing Style and swordsmanship, she did not have an ounce of excess fat. She felt soft and springy in his arms, very comfortable to hold.
To say she was not attractive was, of course, impossible.
"Ahem... well, didn't we agree we'd only sleep?" Kanzaki Kumo coughed lightly, turned his face aside, and discreetly shifted his lower body.
"Is sleeping alone the same as sleeping together? You..."
Makomo leaned over him, but before she could finish, she shut her mouth.
Even through their clothes,