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Omamori Ft. Muichiro, Gyomei, Sanemi

Miyuki's POV

At Tokitou's Training Camp

The forest was alive with the sounds of clashing swords and rustling leaves as I approached Tokitou Muichiro's training camp. 

The Mist Hashira was already in the midst of sparring with a trainee, his movements quick and elusive like the mist he commanded.

"With all these openings, you would have been eaten by demons three times already," Muichiro said coolly, delivering another swift blow that knocked the trainee off balance.

I watched with amusement as the trainee struggled to regain his footing, his face flushed with embarrassment. Muichiro's criticism was direct and unyielding.

'He's so harsh.'

"Muichiro~~!" I called out, spreading my arms wide as I approached.

Muichiro turned at the sound of my voice, his serious expression softening into a rare smile. "Miyuki-san," he greeted, stepping forward to meet me.

I enveloped him in a warm hug, much to the surprise of the trainees who were watching. "How is my baby doing?" I asked playfully, giving him a gentle squeeze.

"I'm doing fine, Miyuki-san,"  Muichiro giggled, his usual stoic demeanor giving way to a brief moment of childlike joy. 

I pulled back, casting a glance at the trainees who were gawking at us, wide-eyed. "And how are they doing?" I asked, nodding toward the group that had paused their training to watch our interaction.

"Well, they're doing fine, " Muichiro regarded them with a thoughtful gaze, then shrugged lightly.

As I scanned the group, I spotted a familiar face among the trainees—Murata, looking as weary as ever. "Murata~~~!" I called out, rushing over to greet him with a hug.

Murata groaned as I embraced him, barely managing to stay on his feet. "Miyuki-sama, I feel tired. Let me go," he said, pretending to be dramatic as he clutched onto my shoulder.

I released him, laughing as his friends gathered around, teasing him mercilessly. "How can you be cold to a girl, Murata?" one of them joked, nudging him playfully.

Murata rolled his eyes, looking a bit embarrassed. "You guys are impossible,"

Muichiro watched the exchange with mild curiosity, then turned to me with an inquisitive look. "What brings you here, Miyuki?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

I reached into my bag, pulling out another pouch filled with Omamori. "I brought these for you,  share among the trainees," I explained, handing it over to him.

Muichiro accepted the pouch with a nod, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thank you, Miyuki. I'll make sure everyone gets one," he said, his gratitude genuine despite his usual reserved demeanor.

As the training resumed, I stayed to watch for a while. Muichiro's training was demanding, but it was clear that his methods were effective, pushing the trainees to hone their skills and overcome their weaknesses.

Eventually, I bid farewell to Muichiro and the others, promising to return soon. 

"Take care, everyone! And keep up the great work!" I called out, waving as I made my way to my next destination.

At Himejima's Training Camp

The sound of rushing water greeted me as I approached Gyomei Himejima's training camp. The powerful roar of a waterfall served as a backdrop to the meditative practice.