As Yoriichi's talent returned, he felt like what he had lost was back again. Although he didn't know why, he was sure these things were related to Abel.
Feeling Yoriichi's talent, Abel curved his lips, controlling himself from laughing out loud.
"Thank you, Yoriichi-san."
Facing Abel's thanks, Yoriichi shook his head. "I didn't help much."
"In any case, thank you very much."
After speaking, Abel moved his body, feeling the new ability he had acquired. To be honest, he was a bit unaccustomed to it at first.
Abel took out a katana and lightly swung it a few times, the sound of air being torn apart ringing out.
Yoriichi, as a soul, watched with some curiosity.
Abel stood still and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He felt the talent that had just become his own. When he opened his eyes again, a sharp light flashed in them.
He subconsciously swung the katana in his hand. In an instant, an impenetrable net of slashes appeared around him, and the air was cut with a "hissing" sound.
How many slashes did he just unleash?
Abel himself was a bit stunned. If he were to fight Salvatore Doni again, he was confident he could go toe-to-toe with him.
Yoriichi watched from the side, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but it quickly returned to calm.
Abel continuously swung the katana in his hand.
How many slashes per second?
He didn't know, but it wouldn't be less than Yoriichi's.
After a long time, Abel stopped swinging his sword. The katana in his hand could no longer withstand the high-frequency vibrations and began to crack, shattering.
Looking at the hilt in his hand, Abel put it away. He turned to look at Yoriichi, who was a ghost.
"Thank you, Yoriichi-san."
"It's nothing, I'm glad I could help."
After speaking, Yoriichi sat down again to watch the sun.
Abel looked at this lonely figure who had been alone for a hundred years, wanting to say something but unable to open his mouth.
After a while,
"Yoriichi-san, I'll invite you again when we fight Muzan."
"Alright."
After Yoriichi agreed, Abel turned and left the mountain.
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A few days passed.
A small town somewhere.
"I'm going out!"
A girl with pink hair and green ends left her house with great energy.
Inside the house, four boys looked at each other.
"Nee-san is going on another blind date."
"How many blind dates has this been?"
"I don't know, but last time she came back from a blind date, she ate one less bowl of rice."
"That's right, I even feel like she has gotten a little thinner from hunger."
...
On the street, the girl skipped along, looking in a good mood.
She was Kanroji Mitsuri.
A young girl whose muscle density was eight times that of an ordinary human, and also a beautiful big eater.
The future Love Hashira, now a girl on a blind date.
The previous people either disliked her hair color, or disliked how much she ate, or called her a strongwoman. In short, all kinds of dislikes.
This made Kanroji Mitsuri very helpless. However, none of this could defeat her. She believed that she would definitely find her future husband and then get married and have children.
This blind date was one she had begged her parents for a long time to find. She heard it was a very nice person.
Soon, she arrived at the meeting place—a tavern.
There weren't many people inside, only a young man with white hair and red eyes sitting there, with a pot of sake on the table. He held the glass, deep in thought, as if he had something on his mind.
He was Abel.
Looking at the person inside, Mitsuri's little heart thumped. 'Is this my blind date? He's so handsome!'
Mitsuri's cheeks flushed crimson, and she unconsciously covered her face with her hands, then slowly walked over and sat opposite him.
'This sake is really bad, it's terrible.' Abel held the glass, his mind full of criticism for the sake.
"H-hello, are you here for a blind date?" Her voice was soft, with a hint of shyness.
Abel, who was originally immersed in his own world, was interrupted.
Blind date?
What blind date?
Abel was a bit confused, but he still looked up. What came into view was a girl with pink hair with green ends, a pair of green eyes, with a mole under each eye, and her cheeks were slightly red, making her seem a bit shy.
Love Hashira Kanroji Mitsuri?
No, she hasn't become the Love Hashira yet.
Perhaps because Abel was staring at her, Mitsuri's face became redder and redder.
"T-that... Excuse me, are you here for a blind date?" Mitsuri asked again.
Abel came back to his senses.
Blind date?
It seemed Mitsuri had mistaken him for her blind date, but it wasn't impossible.
Moreover, Mitsuri's muscle density was eight times that of an ordinary person, a perfect candidate for a tank.
"Excuse me, Kanroji-san is very beautiful, I was a bit lost in thought."
"Eh!?"
This one sentence struck Mitsuri down. Her heart raced, her face turned crimson, and she quickly turned her head away to cover her burning cheeks.
I... I was praised for being beautiful, how embarrassing!
Abel found Mitsuri like this quite amusing. He propped his head up, smiling as he looked at her.
Mitsuri composed herself, then turned her head back, her eyes full of shyness and anticipation.
"Hello, my name is Kanroji Mitsuri, you can call me Mitsuri."
As these words left her mouth, Mitsuri's face turned red again.
This... it was only their first meeting and she was letting someone call her by her first name.
So embarrassing!
Seeing Mitsuri blush, Abel chuckled.
The laughter brought Mitsuri back to her senses.
Looking at the man smiling in front of her, Mitsuri again buried her head, her sense of shame exploding.
"Ahem, I apologize, Mitsuri-san can call me Abel."
Abel continued, "There's no need to be so shy, Mitsuri-san, and you look very cute."
When Mitsuri heard Abel's words, her head buzzed, and she felt as if she was floating on clouds.
She secretly peeked at Abel and found that he was looking at her with a gentle smile. Her heart sped up even more.
Mitsuri felt that the person in front of her was her future husband.
Abel looked at Mitsuri and asksd, "I wonder if Mitsuri-san is hungry, do you need something to eat?"
Hearing Abel's words, Mitsuri shook her head. "No need, Abel-san, I've already eaten..."
Grumble!
That loud stomach rumble made Mitsuri freeze, her face turning even redde.
She awkwardly covered her stomach. "Hahaha, boss, please bring a bowl of ramen."