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

Act 30: Path to the Infinite

It had been a few days since Mitsuri had spoken with Shirayuki, and the white-haired demon slayer felt lighter. Mitsuri's words had found their way into her heart, allowing her to let go of her relentless fixation on the absence of her mark.

The pressure that had clung to her, weighing her down with self-doubt, seemed to fade as she learned to focus on the present rather than what she felt was missing. She was here, alive, and moving forward, and that was enough.

Today, Shirayuki found herself among the trainees. Her body relaxed as she faced off against Muichiro in the rapid movement training. This particular session was dedicated to improving their agility and muscle coordination through a mix of fluid swings and precision strikes.

Shirayuki's wooden training sword was gripped loosely in her hands. Her senses were heightened, and she focused on Muichiro's every movement. She felt the rhythm of his steps, the faint rustle of his clothing, and, most importantly, the heat signature that marked his presence.

*Clank*

*Clank*

The two of them moved in sync, their bodies blurring as they clashed. Muichiro's movements were swift and almost ethereal. His figure drifted across the training area with the grace of mist rolling over a mountainside.

But Shirayuki followed him with her own kind of grace, her feet moving smoothly across the ground as if she could see every step. Her white hair flowed behind her, contrasting with the surroundings' deep brown. The wooden swords collided, the sound of each clash echoing sharply across the training grounds.

The watching trainees spread out around the sparring ring and were captivated. Many of them had struggled to keep pace with Muichiro earlier in the session, overwhelmed by his almost effortless swiftness.

And yet here was Shirayuki, matching the mist hashira strike for strike, her movements swift and assured despite her lack of sight. Her ability to follow Muichiro's relentless attacks and not fall behind left many trainees speechless.

They knew that Muichiro wasn't holding back. He never did during training. He gave his all, and watching someone keep up with him was almost as awe-inspiring as it was motivating.

*Whack*

*Whack*

Each clash of their swords was a testament to Shirayuki's skill, and the more she moved, the more confident she became. At this moment, there was nothing but her, Muichiro, and the dance of their sparring.

Muichiro's face remained expressionless as they sparred. His body moved on instinct as he struck, parried, and dodged. He observed Shirayuki, noticing how easily she followed his movements.

Her ability to keep up with his speed was impressive. Her fluidity spoke of intense training, and for a moment, Muichiro wondered just how much stronger she could become if her mark were to awaken again.