"Oh?"
Jigoro Kuwajima suddenly realized something.
He sprang to his feet. "Young Su Chen, do you know where that disgraceful disciple of mine is?"
Su Chen shook his head. "No."
"Zenitsu and I just made an agreement."
"What agreement?" Jigoro Kuwajima looked bewildered.
"He's going to teach me the Thunder Breathing Style."
"Who?"
Jigoro Kuwajima thought he had misheard.
Then he stared at his disciple Zenitsu, pointing his finger aimlessly in the air before finally asking uncertainly, "You?"
Silence fell for a few seconds.
Then Su Chen watched the little old man, Jigoro Kuwajima, burst out laughing.
"You only know Thunder Breathing's First Form! How do you have the nerve to teach young Su Chen?"
Jigoro Kuwajima laughed louder and louder, eventually patting Zenitsu on the shoulder as he dealt that crushing blow right to his face.
Zenitsu: "..."
Zenitsu first breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the old man was in a good mood now, so he probably would not bring up disemboweling himself again.
But the problem now was that he seemed to have embarrassed himself...
Zenitsu said gloomily, "It's fine, Grandfather. So, to let the Dragon Hashira learn the complete Thunder Breathing Style, you'll be teaching him yourself this time."
Jigoro Kuwajima's smile vanished.
"Don't be ridiculous. What does your promise have to do with me, Jigoro Kuwajima?"
"It's true," Zenitsu said. "I personally promised him."
Smack! Smack!
Then Zenitsu received two sharp knocks on the head.
"You disgraceful disciple! Don't you know young Su Chen is the Demon Slayer Corps' hope now? How could I possibly have the ability to take him as my disciple? How could my paltry Thunder Breathing Style possibly qualify me to teach him?!"
"How could you agree on your master's behalf!"
"You are qualified."
"Who says I'm qualified?!"
Jigoro Kuwajima