Sango Interval Event #2: Practice

Amidst the tranquility of a quaint house nestled on the outskirts of Tsuzumi Village, near a vibrant forest, Michiru and Sango engaged in a casual conversation beneath the golden rays of the sun, the Kururugi boy, with his unruly hair and curious eyes, turned his attention to the demon slayer beside him. "What are you going to do today, Sango?" he inquired, a note of genuine interest coloring his words.

The young female demon slayer, contemplated for a moment before responding. "I think I'll venture into the forest and practice with my Hiraikotsu," she replied, her voice carrying a blend of determination and purpose.

The Kururugi boy's brow furrowed slightly, and a trace of playful incredulity touched his voice. "Whenever you have a spare moment, you're always practicing, aren't you?"

Sango's lips curled into a soft smile, her eyes reflecting a lifetime of dedication. "Yes," she admitted, her tone resonating with a mix of pride and nostalgia. "It's a habit I picked up during my time in the Demon-Slayer Village."

With a faint smile of his own, Michiru leaned against the weathered wooden fence that bordered the house's yard. "Can I come watch you?" he inquired, his gaze sincere and earnest. "I won't get in the way."

Sango's nod was accompanied by a warm reassurance. "Of course. I'm heading there now. Feel free to join me whenever you like." And with those words, she strode away, her silhouette slowly fading into the lush greenery.

After a while Michiru found himself wandering through the forest, his steps guided by an unspoken curiosity. As if drawn by an invisible thread, he eventually stumbled upon Sango, her form adorned in her fighting outfit. Her presence exuded a quiet strength, an aura that captivated him as he watched her practice her maneuvers with the Hiraikotsu.

"Sango?" Michiru's voice broke the silence, and Sango turned to acknowledge his arrival.

A gentle smile curved Sango's lips, mirroring the radiant landscape that surrounded them. "There you are," she greeted, her voice warm and inviting.

Kururugi's eyes widened in awe, his admiration evident as he marveled at her dedication. "Wow! Do you do this every day?" he asked, his tone marked by a hint of admiration and amazement.

Sango's chuckle was tinged with humility, her gaze fixed on her weapon as if it held the secrets of her strength. "Practice, you mean?" she responded. "Ah, yes, I do."

Unable to contain his curiosity, Kururugi voiced the question that had been nagging at him. "But you're so strong..."

Sango's response was humble yet profound, her words carrying the weight of her experience. "You've got it wrong. It's because I practice every day that I am strong."

Michiru's features softened, his eyes reflecting his gradual understanding. "Really?"

The demon slayer set her giant boomerang down for a moment of respite. As she sat down to wipe the sweat from her brow, Kururugi's gaze remained fixed on her, his fascination spoke up her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability as she shared her perspective. "Yes. Unlike Inuyasha, I'm just a regular human without much strength."

Kururugi's response was immediate, his disbelief evident in his tone. "Not much strength? Yeah, right."

Sango's laughter was gentle, a testament to her humility despite her exceptional abilities. "But that's not why I started practicing," she explained.

Intrigued, Kururugi leaned in slightly, his curiosity a mirror of his rapt audience. "Hmm..."

Sango's words resonated with a blend of wisdom and nostalgia, painting a vivid picture of her past. "In the Demon-Slayer Village, this is part of everyday life," she conveyed, drawing a parallel to Kururugi's world of academics. "Just like when you go to school and study all that difficult stuff."

Kururugi's expression was one of thoughtful contemplation,. "I don't think it's the same..." he said with a sheepish tone.

[End of Interval Event]