dmims Page 128
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"Mom... what are Brother Quye and my older brother doing here?"
Shizu blushed, and indescribable thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant.
She abruptly closed her eyes, pushed open the door, and shouted.
"Sanemi! Don't do anything rash. There are so many girls...you...you all..."
The atmosphere at the scene froze instantly.
"Mom, open your eyes and look." Xuanmi nudged his mother's arm.
"No, there's nothing you can't see, right?"
Xuanmi responded with a soft "Mmm" in sign language.
Shizu tentatively opened her eyes.
Sanemi was applying a jar of ointment to Kubino Tadachika.
Kugeno Masachika, shirtless, grimaced in pain.
The two looked at Shizu and Genya, whose expressions were strange, with blank stares.
"Mom, what are you talking about? What do you mean by 'can't think straight'? What girl?"
Shizu: (o?v?)ノ
"Oh, so it's for applying medicine. I thought it was for..."
Xuanmi interrupted his mother, gesturing for her to put the food down.
The two walked over together and began to help.
Looking at Sanemi's injuries, Shizu couldn't hide the heartache on his face.
"Mr. Ryosuke is really something, hitting so hard..."
Sanemi stretched his shoulders.
"Mom, he did it for our own good, but... it really hurts."
Shizu smiled and nodded: "Okay, okay, for your own good, then you should work hard and not disappoint Mr. Ryosuke."
Kugeno Masaki gasped in pain and quickly nodded in agreement.
"We will, Auntie."
Despite their complaints, Sanemi and Masachika Kubino appeared on the training field.
Thanks to the Butterfly House's special medicine, coupled with the strong recovery ability of young people.
After a night's rest, most of the bruises on both of them had subsided.
Ryosuke yawned, his smile seemingly harmless.
"Wow, you're right on time."
Sanemi took a deep breath and gripped the wooden sword in his hand tightly.
"Kuang Jin, let's attack together!"
The two men, one on the left and one on the right, charged towards Ryosuke with unwavering courage.
However, the outcome remained unchanged.
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In a short while, the two were knocked to the ground in various positions, looking utterly disheveled.
From then on, apart from necessary mission time, this became Sanemi and Masachika's daily routine.
The immense physical pain made each training session feel like a journey through hell for the two of them.
Sanemi even developed a psychological aversion to wooden swords.
The effect is significant.
At first, the two couldn't even withstand a single move, but later they were able to barely parry a few attacks, and even occasionally managed to seize an opportunity to counterattack with a move or two.
It's not entirely their fault for being too weak; it's just that Ryosuke is too abnormal.
He possesses abundant fighting spirit, numerous and agile sword skills, and his physical abilities are boundless.
Training them is like spinning a top; it's incredibly easy.
Under intense combat training, the two often collapsed from exhaustion.
At this time, Shinobu or Kanae would sometimes ask Ryosuke for advice on breathing techniques and sword stances.
The first time, Sanemi and Kenno Masachika exchanged a glance, their faces showing schadenfreude.
Who in the family understands?
Finally, there are other victims!
What caused them to lose their composure was that Ryosuke's attitude towards the Butterfly Sisters was completely different!
When it came to sparring and guidance, Ryosuke was incredibly gentle and patient with Kanae and Shinobu.
They parried and blocked, guiding them to execute sword techniques with light, graceful movements, stopping short of direct confrontation.
At most, I would knock their wooden swords away or lightly tap their foreheads with the back of my blade, then point out the problem and offer suggestions for improvement.
The scene was harmonious and beautiful, filled with the love and care of the older generation for the younger generation.
Minoru: (ノ? °□°)ノ彡┻━┻
Kuang Jin: (┛?Д?)┛彡┻━┻
The two men's faces twitched as they watched, their hearts screaming wildly:
Why are you still discriminating against me?
They patiently guided me!
We'll just use the Western teaching methods and beat them to death?!
Is this reasonable? Is this fair?
Finally, one day, Sanemi couldn't help but mutter under his breath.
“Mr. Ryosuke, you’re being way too gentle with the butterflies…”
Kugeno Masachika didn't dare to say it outright, but silently cast an admiring glance at Sanemi.
Dude! You're really brave!
Ryosuke turned to look at them, a kind smile on his face.
"You idiot, what do you know about skewers!"
Although the two could not understand what was being said, they knew it was not a compliment.
That day, the sunset was exceptionally red, and the flowers were exceptionally vibrant.
The boy's screams rose and fell, louder than ever before.
Sanemi and Kamino Masachika rested for three days before they recovered.
After three months of rigorous training, Sanemi and Masachika Kono's potential was pushed to its limit, yielding fruitful results.
The two of them successively mastered the full concentration of the constant center, and Feng Hu's sword style became more and more refined and sharp, resulting in a qualitative change in their strength and a much higher level of tacit understanding.
Kanae already had a solid foundation and had mastered the basics, so her growth curve had entered a stable period and was relatively slow.
Shinobu Kocho focused on perfecting the Insect Breath technique and researching poisons, while also significantly improving her swordsmanship.
Given Sanemi and Kamino Masachika's current skill level, they at least have a chance of winning against Lower Moon One, Ubume.
It won't end in a one-for-one exchange.
Just as Ryosuke was pondering whether he should try a different way to torture... cough cough, while training the two, a hummingbird landed on his shoulder.
"Ryosuke Yasui, Naruhashi! The lord summons you urgently! Please proceed to the Ubuyashiki residence immediately!"
Chapter 122 So handsome!
Ryosuke raised an eyebrow, a vague guess forming in his mind.
He dared not delay and set off immediately.
"I have an urgent matter to attend to. You can continue your training on your own!"
Sanemi and Kubino Masachika looked at each other, then burst into tears and embraced each other, weeping.
What a rare day off!
Lightning crackled and roared through the mountains and forests.
Ryosuke walked very fast. As he stepped into the familiar courtyard, a medicinal smell several times stronger than before wafted towards him.
Ryosuke slowed his pace and, guided by Hikari, opened the door to the Japanese-style room.
The room was dimly lit. Yaozai lay on a wad of cloth, his face as pale as paper, with purplish-red scars spreading to his eyes.
His once bright eyes were now empty and lifeless, barely able to capture blurry light and shadow.
His breathing was weak, and he coughed occasionally.
Tianyin knelt to one side, a basin of clear water beside her stained with bright red blood.
She wiped Yaozai's hands, her brows slightly furrowed.
"It's... Mr. Ryosuke..."
Yaozai forced a smile and tried to sit up.
"Please lie down, you don't need to get up!"
Ryosuke hurriedly stepped forward and pressed him down.
"It's alright..."
Yaozai shook his head slightly, his voice calm.
"This body has always been like this, so Mr. Ryosuke need not worry about it. However, I'm afraid that some matters concerning the Demon Slayer Corps will have to be handled by Amane in the future."