Justice is Blind |『 Female OC 』• Kimetsu no Yaiba

Act 29: Pressure Makes Diamonds

Three days had passed since the Hashira meeting, and the intensive Hashira Training had officially begun. The Demon Slayer Corps felt the weight of urgency pressing upon them, and Oyakata-sama's call to arms had ignited a fire within every slayer present.

Demon slayers of different ranks moved from one training station to another, each led by a Hashira demonstrating their specialised combat prowess. It was a display of sheer strength, raw determination, and the spirit of unity that the Corps relied on as they trained to face Muzan and his forces.

Across the sprawling grounds, stations dedicated to various forms of training were located. Slayers were seen sparring intensely, their bodies blurring as they clashed with one another, and wooden swords striking, blocking, and parrying.

Nearby, others lifted impossibly heavy weights, their muscles straining with the exertion. Many focused on breathing techniques, attempting to deepen their mastery. Their breaths steadied in synchronisation, and their bodies shimmered with focus and concentration.

Shirayuki found herself stationed under Mitsuri. The love hashira was radiant as always, and her cheerful demeanour was a stark contrast to the intensity of her training. This station was unlike the others since there was no immediate combat or lifting of weights.

Instead, trainees were encouraged to push their flexibility to the extreme, enhancing their ability to endure and evade. To improve flexibility, trainees danced continuously to the beat of rhythmic drums, their bodies swaying and bending to the music.

Shirayuki moved among them, her movements elegant and reminiscent of winter snowflakes drifting in the wind. The music played steadily, a rhythm that carried each trainee through their fatigue. Shirayuki's previous training with Tengen had given her an edge in these exercises, and her body moved with practised grace. Still, the exertion was undeniable.

"Okay, everyone! Keep those knees up, and remember flexibility isn't just about bending. It's about feeling the love in every motion!" Mitsuri's voice was as bright as her pink and green hair, and she clapped her hands in encouragement as the slayers moved to the beat.

After hours of dancing, muscles began to ache, and endurance wore thin. But Mitsuri was there, smiling brightly, clapping her hands and encouraging everyone with her usual cheerfulness. She moved through the trainees, stopping occasionally to assist, pulling and stretching their bodies with strength that seemed at odds with her gentle demeanour.

"That's it, Shirayuki-chan! You're doing wonderfully!" Mitsuri called out, her voice light and encouraging as she approached Shirayuki. Shirayuki nodded, her breath steady, though she felt her mind drifting.

'It had been a few days, and I still don't feel any different with the mark,' she thought. Her focus strayed to the mark like it did for the past few days. These thoughts began to cloud her concentration, and her step faltered. She misjudged her footing, her balance tipping as her leg twisted awkwardly.

Mitsuri's eyes caught it instantly. She rushed over, her hands landing on Shirayuki's shoulders to steady her. "Oh, careful there!" Mitsuri laughed lightly, her voice like a bell. Shirayuki blinked, startled by her thoughts.