Daki's words kept fraying Tanjiro's nerves. Her utter disregard for life enraged him to his core.
Veins bulged on his forehead as he tightened his grip on his Nichirin Blade and swung.
Flames surged from the blade, severing every one of the incredibly tough sashes.
Fragments of sash fluttered through the air, drifting past Tanjiro's eyes.
"Tanjiro, I think I've figured out where Hinokami Kagura came from."
At dusk, on the training grounds of the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters, Chiba Yo called Tanjiro over just after training ended and spoke to him.
"During my latest mission, I happened to learn a few things about the past.
Several hundred years ago, a swordsman named Yoriichi Tsugikuni developed the first Breathing Style: Sun Breathing.
With Sun Breathing, he slew countless demons and nearly destroyed Muzan Kibutsuji.
Your Hinokami Kagura uses exactly the same forms as Yoriichi's Sun Breathing. By linking those Twelve Forms of Sword Techniques together, he created the Thirteenth Form of Sun Breathing and defeated Muzan in a single strike.
I think the Hinokami Kagura passed down through your family was very likely taught to them by Yoriichi himself.
And since you've inherited it, I'm sure you'll become just as strong as he was someday..."
Memories of the past surfaced in his mind, while the screams of the wounded around him rang endlessly in his ears.
I'm sorry, Yo... I've let you down... We both use Sun Breathing, yet I'm so weak... Yoriichi nearly killed Muzan with Sun Breathing, and you became a Hashira in less than a month using it, slaying powerful demons and protecting countless people.
Yet I can't even protect the people right beside me. Back on the Mugen Train mission, all I could do was watch Mr. Rengoku's back...
*I might never be as