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Shinobu Kocho clenched the hilt of her sword with her fingers, quietly watching Sam Miller. Although she had only joined the Demon Slayer Corps for a short time, she had experienced many battles. The ghosts who had fallen to her blade were numerous.
She was experienced in dealing with ghosts.
After waiting for a while and seeing that Shinobu didn't launch an attack, Sam grew impatient and decided to strike first.
The explosive speed from his ghostly power, combined with the destructive force of his sword swings, made each blow formidable. His sword aimed directly at Shinobu's head without hesitation.
The girl moved lightly, easily dodging the sword. Her purple eyes glanced at the spot where she had stood moments before, which now had a huge crater.
Her eyelids twitched slightly at the destructive power. It was so strong.
Seeing that he missed with a single sword strike, Sam bent over, knees slightly bent, and launched himself off the ground. A sonic boom echoed as he propelled himself toward Shinobu like a cannonball.
The strong wind blew through the girl's jet-black hair.
But Shinobu simply stood there.
After several exchanges, she had gauged Sam's strength. Thanks to the characteristics of ghosts, Sam was completely superior to her in terms of strength and reaction speed. However, he seemed never to have practiced martial arts, and his attacks were simple and brutal, often wasting energy on ineffective strikes.
Unlike Sam, Shinobu, a human, had limited strength and stamina. To end the battle quickly, she often tried to use minimal force to achieve maximum effectiveness.
As if predicting the direction of his sword, she effortlessly sidestepped and avoided Sam's strike like a gust of wind.
In a real life-and-death battle, Shinobu felt that she might initially have the upper hand with her fighting skills and swordsmanship, but as time passed and her stamina waned, she would likely fall to his sword.
However, this was merely a sparring match.
Therefore, Sam had to control his strength when attacking, stopping short of causing any real harm.
In pure sparring, without life at stake, the two were nearly evenly matched.
Despite being stronger and faster, Sam found Shinobu always evading his powerful blows in incredible ways, making him strike empty air repeatedly.
It felt awkward.
Continuing the fight, it gradually evolved into Shinobu teaching him.
How to unleash maximum strength with minimum effort.
How to maximize the power of his sword.
How to counterattack effectively with simple movements.
...
Sam could feel Shinobu's intention to convey these skills. Despite their differing positions as human and ghost, they were fighting as swordsmen and learning from each other.
...
"Huff... huff..."
Finally, Shinobu's strength was exhausted. After an hour, she had to stop, panting heavily.
Sam sheathed his sword and looked at her with gratitude.
He had learned much from sparring with Shinobu. Though she couldn't teach him the 'breathing technique' as a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, she had guided him in their fight to the best of her ability.
He learned a lot.
Shinobu, still catching her breath, looked at Sam, who seemed calm, and couldn't help but marvel at the power of ghosts.
Sadly, her swordplay style didn't suit Sam. Compared to her fighting style, which focused on agility, evasion, and self-control, Sam's explosive, unstoppable approach was more suitable for him.
For example, the Thunder Breathing attack style of Kuwajima Jigoro would be better suited for him.
Looking at Sam, though she had only known him for a short time, she found herself developing a certain fondness for this ghost.
She didn't know why—she should hate 'ghosts.'
"Why?"
"Is it because he's a ghost?"
"If he weren't a ghost, she thought, she would definitely become good friends with him."
It's just a pity he's a ghost.
There's nothing to be friends with.
She couldn't be friends with a ghost.
However, at this moment, Sam seemed to sense something. He suddenly looked up, unconsciously gripping the Nichirin Blade tightly in his hand.
A figure, as graceful as Shinobu, was rushing toward them.
Kanae Kocho had finally found them.
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