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Sweet Rebellion?

Miyuki's POV

Time Skip~~~

I forced myself to stand straight, my body aching from head to toe. My vision was starting to blur from the exhaustion, and my muscles screamed in protest.

I glanced at the sun setting behind Sanemi.

Wow, how many hours has it been?

I could feel my movements slowing. Sanemi wasn't holding back, and each hit made my limbs feel heavier. I was on the verge of collapse, my eyes unfocused and my grip on the stick faltering. 

One more hit, and I was about to faceplant straight into the dirt. 

'Fuck! I can't stand anymore.'

But before I could hit the ground, a strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me upright. "I'... can't anymore..." I blinked in surprise as Sanemi caught me irritated.

"Seriously?" he muttered, glaring down at me. "I don't know if you're getting stronger or weaker." Squeezing my waist.

I smiled weakly. "Maybe a little of both?"

"Tch!!" He clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed, but instead of dropping me, he held me steady for a moment longer. 

"That's enough for today," he finally said, letting go of me and stepping back. 

"Practice hard!" He wiped the sweat from his brow and turned toward the dojo. "You've all got a long way to go before you catch up to her. 

The trainees watched in stunned silence as Sanemi walked away, disappearing into the dojo with an irritated huff.

"Ow.. ow...ow..." I gently fall down like a damsel in distress.

As I lay back on the ground, staring up at the evening sky, the aches in my muscles slowly began to fade, replaced by a sense of calm. 

The sunset painted the sky with soft oranges and purples, a rare moment of peace after Sanemi's brutal training.

Around me, the trainees gathered in a loose circle, some nursing their bruises while others just sat quietly, catching their breath. 

Tanjiro, ever the optimist, smiled at me as he settled down next to Zenitsu, who was still trembling slightly.

"So," Tanjiro began, looking around at the group. "Do you guys want to hear about the Upper Moon missions?"

The trainees perked up, curiosity lighting their eyes despite their fatigue. One of them, a tall boy with messy hair, raised an eyebrow. "Are those missions... as bad as they say?"

Tanjiro nodded thoughtfully. "They're definitely dangerous, but... I think they're worth it. Each mission feels like a step closer to defeating Muzan."

The tall boy frowned. "But doesn't it ever feel... impossible? No matter how hard we train, it's like we're just ants compared to those demons. Are we even cut out for this?"

Another trainee chimed in, her voice small and hesitant. "Yeah... I mean, sometimes it feels like no matter what we do, it won't be enough. We're just... ordinary."

"Why are you all so negative today?" I sighed and propped myself up on my elbows, glancing at each of them.

One of the trainees shrugged. "Well, after seeing what you've done... it makes our accomplishments seem small."

"Yeah," another agreed. "It's hard not to feel like we're not doing enough when you're out there taking down Upper Moons, and we're just struggling to keep up with Sanemi-San."