Kyojuro turned to see Tanjiro Kamado standing at the edge of the clearing, looking both awestruck and slightly worried.
In the quiet woods near the Butterfly Mansion, the Flame Hashira practiced. Every swing of his crimson blade was a roar given physical form. He didn't just strike; he commanded the air to burn. "Flame Breathing, Second Form: Rising Scorching Sun!" he shouted, his voice echoing with a clarity that could rouse the dead. An arc of fire spiraled upward, searing the morning mist into nothingness. "Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba" Flame Hashira ...
"Rengoku-san! You’re going to set the trees on fire at this rate!" Kyojuro turned to see Tanjiro Kamado standing at
"I will fulfill my duty!" Kyojuro said, looking toward the light. "I will not allow anyone here to die!" He didn't just strike; he commanded the air to burn
The sun had not yet touched the horizon, but Kyojuro Rengoku was already a bonfire of motion.
And in that moment, Tanjiro didn't just see a master swordsman. He saw a man who had become the very light he swore to protect.
He reached into his uniform and pulled out a wrapped sweet potato. "Eat! A cold stomach leads to a cold heart!"
