The sun had not yet touched the horizon, but Kyojuro Rengoku was already a bonfire of motion.
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 ...
Kyojuro turned to see Tanjiro Kamado standing at the edge of the clearing, looking both awestruck and slightly worried. The sun had not yet touched the horizon,
"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?" He didn't just strike; he commanded the air to burn
As they sat together, the orange light of the true sunrise began to bleed through the branches, matching the vibrant haori draped over Kyojuro's shoulders. For a moment, the world felt safe. The demons were still out there, lurking in the shadows of the coming night, but as long as the Flame Hashira stood tall, the darkness stood no chance.