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.
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!" In the quiet woods near the Butterfly Mansion,
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. "Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba" Flame Hashira ...