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Haruto stared in shock at Tanjiro lying in bed. "What happened to my little apprentice?"
Tanjiro looked utterly drained as he lay there. Genya scratched his head. "Probably because he forced himself to switch Breathing Styles. He kept saying his lungs were going to explode..."
"Breathing Styles?" Haruto's eyes widened. "Sun Breathing?"
"I definitely heard him shout 'Hinokami Kagura'..."
"Huh?" Even as Haruto felt happy for him, something suddenly occurred to him.
Switching back and forth between two Breathing Styles really did put a terrible strain on the body. Now that Tanjiro could use Sun Breathing, wouldn't his Star Breathing get relegated to the sidelines?
He clutched his head in despair. "Does that mean... I have to go find another Tsuguko?"
The road ahead was long, and the road to finding a Tsuguko was even more riddled with thorns...
Sun Breathing truly lived up to its reputation as the original Breathing Style. Although Tanjiro couldn't fully master it yet, the mysteries contained in the few moves he demonstrated left Haruto awestruck.
Unfortunately...
He looked at the blue-violet blade in his hand, regret crossing his face.
Whether it was him, Mr. Urokodaki, or Giyu, all they could do after watching Tanjiro's demonstration was shake their heads and sigh.
And so, to make up for his disappointment at being unable to use Sun Breathing, he doubled Tanjiro and Genya's training.
From that day on, Haruto guaranteed that their bodies would be limp every night, too exhausted to lift a single finger.
As for Haruto himself, he chose to keep hammering away at the Transparent World, provided he didn't train himself cross-eyed.
But... how was he supposed to get there?
That transparent world...
The midsummer storm clouds gathered in an instant.
Amid the howling wind, a white-haired swordsman