An impossible-to-guard-against Misaligned Slash... what a terrifying skill. Rokuya was utterly shaken, and his gratitude toward Tanjuro reached its peak.
The first ray of dawn pierced the thick clouds and spilled onto the snow.
Tanjuro finally stopped dancing. He put away the Kagura Bell and wooden sword, then exhaled a long plume of white breath. In the cold air, it remained straight as a sword, lingering for a long time.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."
The moment the dance stopped, Tanjuro erupted into a fit of wrenching coughs, his entire body swaying on the verge of collapse.
"Father!" Tanjiro cried out, rushing forward to support him.
Rokuya hurried over as well and pressed a hand against Tanjuro's back. He had intended to channel some Magic Power into him to help regulate his body, only to discover that Tanjuro's body was like a candle guttering in the wind. His vitality had completely dried up, and he could not withstand any infusion of outside power.
"Don't waste your strength, Mr. Takanashi Rokuno." Tanjuro smiled weakly, leaning on Tanjiro's thin shoulder. "I know my own body. Being able to finish this entire dance in the time I have left... I have no regrets now."
He turned toward Rokuya, a trace of hope in his eyes. "Mr. Takanashi Rokuno, did you see it clearly?"
Rokuya nodded solemnly, stepped back, and bowed deeply to Tanjuro. "I did. Mr. Kamado, this isn't merely a dance. It is the most powerful legacy. I will always remember your kindness."
Tanjuro smiled with relief. With an effort, he raised a hand and stroked Tanjiro's head. "Tanjiro is a good boy. He may be a little stubborn, but his heart is kinder than anyone's. Mr. Takanashi Rokuno, if this child someday follows the same path as you, and if you can...