The night hasn't fully broken yet. The soil of the training grounds was slightly damp with cold night dew. The edge of the sky was beginning to brighten, but stars were still visible. Kamado Tanjirou stood alone, sword raised. Water Breathing, First Form. Step forward, swing the arm. Thud. Balance collapsed again. Knees hit the ground. Pushing with palms, standing up. (The center of gravity... still doesn't align.) Third morning. Yesterday he fell. The day before, he fell too. Tanjirou's current body had thin arms, small lungs, and a completely shifted center of gravity. The Water Breathing forms were something Tanjirou had spent years embedding into his body. But now, every sensation was off. One more time. Step forward. Swing. He fell again. Thud—hands and knees hit the soil. It hurt. But he stood up. "[serious]I have to figure out how to fight with this body..." A high voice. Still not used to it. From the window of the recovery ward, he felt someone watching. Probabl