In the hazy glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the windows of the bustling Demon Slayer headquarters, Mitsuri could be found diligently stretching and training, her lithe form moving with fluid grace as she prepared for the battlefield that lie ahead.

With a radiant smile gracing her lips and an aura of determination surrounding her, Mitsuri exuded an air of confidence that belied her gentle demeanor. As one of the most skilled and respected members of the Demon Slayer Corps, she dedicated herself wholeheartedly to honing her combat prowess, her keen eyes focused on the ever-present threat of demonic adversaries.

With each stretch and movement, Mitsuri channeled her Love Breathing, honing it to the best of her abilities-more so than it already was. Specifically the bendy part of it, twisting and turning as she did…random flips…and…spins? What was this girl on?

Mitsuri’s green eyes glimmered with enjoyment of her own training, her cleavage…well-following the motions of her body as she continued to stretch, eventually landing a series of multiple flips in a row.

“Did-did you see that?! I did even better than before!” She giggled happily, clasping her hands together as she spoke to rather no one in particular. Why was she so shocked? Hadn’t she done that move…multiple times over? Oh well. Mitsuri calmed herself down, resuming the stretching part of her physical training to stay in shape and hone in further on her swordsmanship.