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in which
a girl whose beauty capture the attention of every being, make a boy whose life is filled with darkness, fall in love....
even in the most beautiful night filled with fireworks, his attention was drawn to nothing but her....
for hi...
Just a heads up: whenever you see a chapter called "Interlude", it's a flashback to Samayo's life before she became a Hashira. We're talking moments that shaped her into the hashira and also her bond with others, all happening before Tanjiro's trail. think of these Interludes as a peek into Samayo's past, and get ready for some exciting stories!
starting here is the first interlude........."
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Exquisite!! 15
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"Seriously, Samayo, how many times do I have to tell you?!" Obanai threw up his hands in exasperation as his little sister botched the form... again. "You're doing it all wrong! How many times do I need to correct you?" he asked, trying to keep his frustration in check. It felt like he'd been repeating himself forever, and Samayo still couldn't get it right.
Obanai stepped forward, his sword flashing in the dim light of the training ground. "Watch closely, Samayo. I'll demonstrate the Third Form: Coil Choke."
With a swift, fluid motion, he surrounded the training dummy, his sword striking from all angles in a blur of steel and speed. The dummy, shuddered under the onslaught, its wooden slats cracking and splintering.
"See how I'm using my agility and strength to coil around the opponent?" Obanai asked, pausing to gesture to the dummy. "Now it's your turn. Remember to surround the opponent, then unleash the hail of sword strikes."
Samayo nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with determination. She stepped forward, sword in hand, and faced the dummy. But as she began the form, her movements were stiff and awkward. Instead of coiling around the dummy, she lunged forward with a single, clumsy strike.
Obanai's face fell. "No, no, no! You're not even close! Watch again, and this time, pay attention to my footwork and sword placement."
Samayo looked crestfallen, but Obanai pressed on, determined to drill the form into her head. "Try again. Remember, it's all about fluid movement and precision strikes. Surround the opponent, then unleash the hail of sword strikes."
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