Chapter 170 Please advise
Muichiro's training plan primarily focuses on improving the attack speed and reaction time of his team members. On the battlefield, speed and reaction time often determine life and death.
Therefore, he would personally spar with his teammates to gradually adjust their movements and power generation methods through actual combat, so that they could reach their best condition in the shortest amount of time.
In the time that followed, Tanjiro devoted himself entirely to training, constantly sparring with Muichiro.
As time went on, Tanjiro gradually got into his stride, his attacks became more swift and precise, and his reactions became quicker and more agile.
"Yes, yes, Tanjiro is even faster than before! You need to smoothly switch between muscle relaxation and tension. Yes, that's right, it helps conserve energy!" Muichiro looked at Tanjiro's progress with an expression of appreciation.
During the break, the other members couldn't help but pat Tanjiro on the shoulder. "Are you a monster? You're amazing. You've only been here for four days, and the Mist Hashira really doesn't hold back when he speaks."
"Eh." Tanjiro wiped his sweat and thought for a moment: "No, Muichiro is much better than before."
Speaking of showing no mercy, Tanjiro couldn't help but think of Ichiro, who always had a furrowed brow. He wondered if Ichiro had finished his training.
-the next day-
"Your waist movements are great! Tanjiro, we can move on to the next place now."
"Huh?" Tanjiro, holding the wooden sword, was a little surprised. He hadn't expected it to be done so quickly. "But it's only been five days! It's already done?!"
"Of course, Tanjiro has done everything he was told," Muichiro said with a smile. A member watching from the side cautiously asked a question.
"Then...then we will too." "Two weeks have already passed..."
"What are you talking about?" Muichiro turned his head and instantly stopped smiling, saying in an icy tone, "After you've finished your empty swings, go practice your chopping until you can cut down the wooden stake. Don't go over there and cause trouble for your brother."
The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and everyone covered their faces; the contrast was simply too great.
"Huh?" Tanjiro was taken to another place not far away by Muichiro during the rest. Not far from the house, Tanjiro heard a familiar voice.
"Are you all useless? Focus! The way you're dodging is as ridiculous as wriggling worms."
Tanjiro froze, pulled to the door by Muichiro, as if he could smell despair.
"Brother~ Tanjiro's here!"
Then Tanjiro saw the members, dressed in strange outfits, lying like dead dogs on the ground covered in fine white sand. Ichiro heard the sound, sheathed his wooden sword, turned around, and looked at them with a smile.
"Tanjiro!"
"So you're the instructor! That's amazing, Ichiro."
I'm so happy you said that!
As Yuichiro spoke, he handed the other person a coat that looked like it was sewn in layers. Muichiro leaned close to Yuichiro and said obediently, "Brother, I want to eat your miso soup tonight."
"Okay, get back to work now." Ichiro patted Muichiro's head, his words carrying a hint of reproach, but the doting tone was obvious.
"Thank you, brother!" Muichiro immediately flashed a bright smile and turned to leave happily.
As Yuichiro watched the other person's disappearing figure, he turned to look at Tanjiro, who was curiously fiddling with strips of clothing, as if there was something inside.
“This is specially designed training equipment,” Ichiro said. “It’s filled with fine sand, which is very light. The sand is cleverly separated into multiple compartments that are interconnected yet independent of each other. Once the outer garment is torn, even by a small tear, the sand will flow out quickly and systematically, like blood on a battlefield.”
The speed at which the sand flows away is designed to mimic the rate at which a person loses blood due to injury on the battlefield. The larger the wound, the faster the sand flows away, just as the more severe the injury, the more rapid the blood loss. However, the rate at which the sand flows away will also vary depending on your actions and reactions, which closely mirrors your ability to take timely measures to stop the bleeding and reduce blood loss on the battlefield.
So my requirement is that if you can stay active for 3 hours and still have half the sand left, you can move on to the next place.
"Wow, what an amazing design."
Tanjiro found it fascinating and enthusiastically raised his wooden sword, while the other members of the group seemed utterly dejected. They shuffled to the side, their faces etched with helplessness and exhaustion; this time, they felt that living wasn't so interesting after all.
Soon, Tanjiro realized why the place was so lifeless. He felt that the air was filled with sand. Ichiro was very fast and his attack range was wide. He could dodge one move and there would be another. His clothes were torn and tears kept flowing out.
Most importantly, Ichiro's way of speaking is really unpleasant.
"Can't you even dodge this? Are you just waiting to be sent to your deaths on the battlefield? This isn't even real blood, and you can't even handle this? How did you survive against the devil? Are your knives just for show? Even a passing dog is more agile than you. Use your brains and think about how to dodge!"
"yes…"
Those sitting or lying on the sand answered with their heads down. Tanjiro, on the other hand, quickly recovered. He changed into a new coat, raised his wooden sword, and began a new timer.
Until six days later
"Yes, you need to have sharp eyes and see the whole picture. Don't just look at the frontal attacks; you need to quickly find the best route in your mind. Well done, Tanjiro."
When Yuchiro saw that three hours had passed, he stopped what he was doing. The members of the Hidden Sect who were helping him stepped forward and took off Tanjiro's outer garment to weigh it.
"Mr. Tokito, about 60% remains."
"Thank you, Tanjiro. Now we can move on to the next place."
Ichiro nodded to the member and then spoke to Tanjiro, who was panting heavily. Tanjiro looked up sharply, his eyes shining; he hadn't expected to succeed.
Tanjiro excitedly waved to Ichiro and followed Karasu to their next destination.
"Tanji-kun, it's been a long time—".
From afar, Tanjiro saw Mitsuri waving at him and quickly stepped forward to bow: "Long time no see! It's so great to see you looking so energetic!!"
"Tanjiro-kun too!"
"Do you keep bees? I can smell the honey!"
Tanjiro sniffed and asked curiously, which made Mitsuri happily cover her cheeks. "You can smell it? Oh, honey is so delicious on bread~."
With that, Mitsuri pulled Tanjiro into the house: "I'll spread lots more butter, make black tea at three o'clock, and then I'll make pancakes. Please look forward to it!"
"Huh?"
You can eat a lot of delicious food at Kanroji Temple. The training is also unique. Everyone has to wear pink gymnastics uniforms and dance to the music in accordance with the movements of the other party. This is not only to improve the coordination of the body, but also to increase the flexibility of the body, so that every movement is more fluid and powerful.
However, for Tanjiro, stretching and bending his body became a real test. When Mitsuri helped them stretch, she relied entirely on brute force, and the pain was almost unbearable. Tanjiro couldn't help but sigh, compared to this, Ichiro's training methods didn't seem so terrible.
Finally, after ten days of arduous training, Tanjiro received permission to proceed to the next location. As he left, his thigh muscles and tendons were still slightly sore, which was truly terrifying.
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