Tanjiro held his wooden sword high.
Flames swirled around him, resembling a giant dragon, their intense heat radiating outwards.
Tanjiro gazed intently at the figure below.
The wooden sword in his hand suddenly fell, like a shooting star.
Along with the sound of the wooden sword slicing through the air came Tanjiro's thunderous shout:
"Head... dance!!"
The wooden sword, carrying a blazing dragon, suddenly plummeted downwards.
Tanjiro's gaze was fixed intently on what was below.
The calm figure below was reflected in the crimson pupils.
The figure slowly placed his previously free hand on the hilt of the knife, the movement seemingly slow but actually swift.
The next moment, their lips parted slightly.
" Wind Breathing - Modified - First Form - Wind Slash!"
A soft whisper came from the figure's mouth.
In an instant, the previously calm air seemed to be activated, and a sudden gust of wind surged forth.
The cyan light converged towards the wooden sword.
The giant dragon made of flames became erratic and unpredictable under the force of the gale.
As if losing its way, the flames gradually lost their original power under the ravages of the wind.
Tanjiro gritted his teeth, a resolute expression on his face, and quickened the speed at which the wooden sword in his hand fell.
Whoosh--!
Azure light slashed down.
Before the blade even arrived, the gale had already completely dispersed the fiery dragon, leaving only a few sparks flickering in the air.
The next moment.
A dazzling blue light shone in Tanjiro's eyes.
The blue light shone brighter and brighter in Tanjiro's pupils...
Will I... die?
As he gazed at the increasingly dazzling blue light in his eyes, Tanjiro couldn't help but have this thought surface in his mind.
Reason told him to take action, to resist...
But my mind was completely blank.
The body has instinctively given up the idea of fighting back.
far away.
Zenitsu stood there dumbfounded, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the two people in the distance.
Tanjiro was now standing on the ground.
He stood there motionless, looking completely dazed, as if his soul had left his body.
The wooden sword, enveloped in a blue glow, slashed rapidly toward Tanjiro's head, showing no sign of slowing down.
A strange sense of Zenitsu filled Zenitsu's heart.
not good...
Could it be that Mr. Kato overestimated Tanjiro and thought he would Tanjiro?
But Tanjiro looks completely terrified right now, not at all like someone who would run away!
That knife could really kill someone!
Tanjiro, hide quickly!
Zenitsu screamed inwardly, opening his mouth as if to shout it out.
However, the speed at which he shouted was nowhere near the speed at which Qinghui was falling.
The blue light fell rapidly like lightning, quickly filling Tanjiro's entire pupils.
Whoosh--!
The blue light suddenly stopped, while the gale continued to surge forward.
Tanjiro's long, crimson hair was blown back and curled up, making it look extremely messy.
The blue light hovered quietly in front of Tanjiro's forehead, just a hair's breadth away from touching him.
However, waves of discomfort, like electric currents, kept emanating from Tanjiro's forehead, awakening his wandering soul.
The next moment, the azure light dissipated, revealing the simple wooden sword beneath.
Tanjiro's gaze unconsciously followed the falling wooden sword.
He only snapped out of his daze when the wooden knife tapped lightly on the ground.
"Mr... Mr. Kato..."
Tanjiro looked up at the figure in front of him, his voice trembling with a hint of confusion.
He hadn't fully recovered and didn't know what to say, but he instinctively called out when he saw people.
Teiichi Tanjiro's absent-minded look, Teiichi smiled gently and said:
"Yes! Keep up the good work in training! You're doing very well."
"Ah!" Tanjiro nodded subconsciously, responding to Teiichi's words.
Teiichi turned his head to look at Zenitsu in the distance.
" Zenitsu, come on! It's your turn!"
Upon hearing this, Zenitsu got goosebumps all over his body.
He finally understood why he felt something was off when he was dragging Inosuke.
So that's where it was!
Inosuke and Tanjiro!
Go ahead and fight if you want!
What does this have to do with me!
Zenitsu raised a hand, awkwardly scratched the back of his head, pretending not to understand, and replied with a slightly stiff expression:
" Mr. Kato, what are you saying?!"
Teiichi, "Both of them want to fight me. Why don't you give it a try?"
Zenitsu glanced away, not daring to look at Teiichi.
"I... um... I guess I won't need it!"
Teiichi's eyes narrowed slightly, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"If you don't come, I'll beat you senseless!"
His tone carried a hint of mockery and threat.
Upon hearing this, Zenitsu shuddered, his face instantly clouded with worry and despair.
Why is it different for me?
After Inosuke and Tanjiro, Teiichi also sparred with Zenitsu and Kanao.
Of course, I'll go a little easier on Kanao.
Teiichi put down the wooden sword in his hand and was about to leave, Tanjiro came looking for him.
" Mr. Kato, may I ask you a question?"
Teiichi turned to face Tanjiro and said, "Ask me!"
Tanjiro asked, "Have you heard of the Hinokami Kagura Breathing Style I just used?"
Teiichi, and carefully examined Tanjiro.
Seeing that Tanjiro used Hinokami Kagura Teiichi, Teiichi thought Tanjiro already knew, but he didn't expect him to come to him to ask again in the end?
Teiichi's mind raced with thoughts.
In the original story, Tanjiro apparently learned about the origin of his Breathing Style after visiting the Rengoku Family following Kyojuro's death in battle.
Since Kyojuro didn't die this time, he didn't go to the Rengoku Family, and therefore didn't know the true name of the Breathing Style he was using.
Thinking of this, Teiichi began to introduce the topic, saving Tanjiro from having to make another trip.
"What you're using isn't Hinokami Kagura, or rather, it's not called Hinokami Kagura in your house."
But that's not its real name!
"Real name?" Tanjiro looked at Teiichi.
Teiichi nodded, looked at Tanjiro, and said, word by word:
His true name is, Sun Breathing!
" Sun Breathing..." Tanjiro murmured.
"Hmm!" Teiichi and continued explaining the Breathing Style to Tanjiro.
" Breathing Style were only created a few hundred years ago, and the first Breathing Style was only one: Sun Breathing!"
The five existing basic Breathing Style —Wind, Lightning, Fire, Rock, and Water—are all derived from the Sun Breathing Style Breathing Style.