Tanjiro bowed deeply. "I’m trying, sir. But sometimes... it feels like the flame inside just flickers."
"I will fulfill my duty!" Kyojuro said, looking toward the light. "I will not allow anyone here to die!"
The sun had not yet touched the horizon, but Kyojuro Rengoku was already a bonfire of motion. "Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba" Flame Hashira ...
"Rengoku-san! You’re going to set the trees on fire at this rate!"
He reached into his uniform and pulled out a wrapped sweet potato. "Eat! A cold stomach leads to a cold heart!" Tanjiro bowed deeply
"Young Kamado! Excellent timing!" Kyojuro boomed, sheathing his sword with a sharp clack . "The trees are resilient, but your spirit must be even more so! Tell me, have you mastered the basics of your breathing today?"
Kyojuro turned to see Tanjiro Kamado standing at the edge of the clearing, looking both awestruck and slightly worried. it feels like the flame inside just flickers
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.