dmims Page 127
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Shizu greeted him gently.
"Yes, I just finished dealing with it."
Ryosuke nodded in response.
Shizu patted Sanemi, gesturing for him to sit down, and then stood up.
"The medicine is almost gone, I'll go get some more."
After speaking, she walked towards the pharmacy, taking Xuanmi and the others with her, leaving the space to them.
Ryosuke walked up to Sanemi and smiled.
"How are you doing? Are you settling into the daily routine of the Demon Slayer Corps?"
Sanemi nodded immediately.
"Adapt to my ass!"
Ryosuke punched him on the head.
"Isn't there an illusion potion? Why are you still resorting to bloodletting! Don't do this kind of thing again, or your family will worry too much!"
Sanemi covered his forehead, bared his teeth, and unusually did not refute.
Ryosuke glanced around the courtyard and asked softly.
"Where's Kuang Jin? Didn't he come with you?"
“He’s gone on a mission,” Sanemi replied.
Both of them were quite strong, but in the original story, they encountered Lower Moon One, Ubume, during a mission later on.
Kubino Masachika also died in that battle.
To prevent tragedy from happening, Ryosuke had to prepare early and help Sanemi and Kamino Masachika become stronger as soon as possible.
"Is your injury serious?"
Sanemi stretched his arm, nonchalantly saying, "It's nothing, just a minor injury, it's already been treated..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ryosuke pulled him up from under the eaves.
Sanemi was completely bewildered.
"Oh shit!"
Without saying a word, Ryosuke dragged him toward the training ground.
"You rely on rare blood every day, let me see how strong you really are! Don't become weak when you run out of rare blood!"
"Mr. Ryosuke! Wait a minute! I'm still injured!"
Sanemi tried to struggle.
Ryosuke didn't care about that. He dragged him to the center of the training field and casually tossed him a training wooden sword.
"Stop talking nonsense! Don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower! Come on! Do me!"
The veins on Shimi's forehead were throbbing.
"Mr. Ryosuke, could you please stop saying such strange things?"
What is this?
Ryosuke picked up a wooden sword and casually twirled it.
"Let me see what real skills that little fat boy from Hirayama has taught you!"
Sanemi knew he couldn't avoid this training session.
He took a deep breath, his gaze becoming focused.
The wind howled as he moved swiftly, and Shimi's blade suddenly erupted as he flashed to the scene!
Breath of the Wind, First Form, Dust Whirlwind, Slash!
With a flick of his wrist, Ryosuke precisely parried the attack with his wooden sword.
No lightning appeared, but the speed of the reaction and the control of the force were far beyond that of an ordinary swordsman.
Sanemi's wooden sword fell from his hand.
Ryosuke swung his wooden sword and mercilessly slapped him on the buttocks.
Sanemi got excited, picked up his wooden sword, and charged forward.
The imagination is beautiful, the reality is very skinny.
"Too straightforward! All he knows is recklessness!"
"The footsteps are disordered! Disordered!"
"Steady your breathing! How can you learn total concentration and normal breathing if your breathing is unsteady!"
clap clap clap-
On the training field, Sanemi was being whipped by Ryosuke, howling and rolling around on the ground.
His temper was both violent and stubborn, but he was silenced by Ryosuke.
There's no other reason than that I can't beat them, and I can't argue with them either...
Hirayama Yuuki is at least a bit gentler, but you're just using Western teaching methods!
"Sanemi! I heard that Mr. Ryosuke has also returned..."
Before Kugeno Masachika could finish speaking, he saw Sanemi, his face bruised and swollen, lying motionless on the ground with his buttocks sticking out.
"Hehe~ Kuang Jin, you're back~"
Ryosuke chuckled and immediately turned his head away.
His body was shrouded in darkness, and it seemed as if a demon was grinning behind him.
Kugeno Masachika's body went limp, and he was greatly alarmed.
Chapter 121 So it was applying medicine, I thought it was...
Kugeno Masachika's alarm bells rang, and he turned and ran.
But he hadn't run far when Ryosuke picked him up like a little chick.
“Huh? Huh?!”
"Where to go?"
Ryosuke looked at him with a smile.
Kugeno Masachika chuckled dryly, cold sweat pouring down his face.
"Mr. Ryo, Mr. Ryosuke! I just got back from a mission and I'm still a bit dirty. I was afraid it would affect your training mood..."
"It's okay, I don't mind."
With a flick of his wrist, Ryosuke pulled him to the center of the training field, and with a tap of his toes, the wooden sword on the ground flew out and landed in his arms.
"Better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. Sanemi is already in bed; now it's your turn."
Kubino Masachika prayed for himself and rushed over.
The next moment, the sound of whipping echoed through the training ground again, along with the boy's suppressed screams of pain.
"Too slow! Too slow!"
"To the left! There's such a huge gap on the left, are you trying to die too slowly?"
"Breathe! Keep your rhythm! Do you want to suffocate?!"
Sanemi and Kōno Masachika fell to the ground again and again, and got up again and again.
While the spirit of resistance is worth learning from, the outcome remains unchanged.
Ryosuke only stopped moving around as night fell, still feeling unsatisfied.
"Okay, that's all for today."
Sanemi and Kamino Masachika collapsed to the ground, their bodies feeling like they were falling apart, too weak to even move a finger.
"Continue tomorrow."
After speaking, Ryosuke turned and left, concealing his achievements and fame.
After a while, Sanemi finally managed to prop himself up with his arms, his whole body groaning.
Kamino Masachika smiled wryly and rubbed his forehead: "Mr. Ryosuke, he really is strict..."
"He's a monster! An absolute monster!"
Sanemi smacked his lips and roared.
Who trains people like that!
Kugeno Masachika did not refute, but reached out and pulled Sanemi up.
The two limped along, supporting each other, their backs to the camera looking pitiful.
Because they've been constantly being scolded by Ryosuke, neither of them has eaten yet.
Shizu and Genya carried the food to the door, and the sounds coming from inside made the mother and son stop.
"Hi-ah!"
"What are you yelling about!"
"It hurts! Be gentle!"
"You didn't scream when they were doing it to me! Now you can't take it anymore? That's just how it is, just bear with it!"
Shizu, standing outside the door, was completely petrified!
She knew the two had a good relationship, but she never expected...
Having grown up in a chaotic region, Genya matured very early.
He swallowed hard, looked at his mother helplessly, and his voice trembled.