Comprehensive comics, starting from Demon Slayer, fusion of Gojo Satoru template

In an antique mansion.

A young man with red hair is training with another person who is as blazing as a flame.

Tanjiro is concentrating on following Rengoku Kyojuro, with sweat dripping down his cheeks. In the courtyard of the mansion, the sun shines on them, as if adding a touch of sacred light to their training.

Rengoku Kyojuro is as tall as a pine tree, and his voice is as loud as a bell. "Tanjiro, the key to breathing is to control your own breath and perfectly integrate it with strength." He patiently taught Tanjiro while demonstrating the movements.

Tanjiro listened carefully, his eyes full of determination and desire. He tried to imitate Rengoku Kyojuro's movements, and every punch and kick was full of strength.

"Very good, Tanjiro! But it's not enough, you need to be more focused and adjust your breathing to the best state." Rengoku Kyojuro encouraged loudly.

Tanjiro took a deep breath and devoted himself to training again. His movements became more and more smooth, and his breath became more and more stable. Under the guidance of Rengoku Kyojuro, he gradually mastered higher-level breathing techniques.

As the training progressed, Tanjiro's body began to feel tired, but he did not retreat at all. He knew that only by constantly surpassing himself could he become stronger and better fight against evil spirits.

"Mr. Rengoku, I will continue to work hard!" Tanjiro said loudly, with an unyielding fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

Rengoku Kyojuro looked at Tanjiro with satisfaction and smiled brightly. "Very good, Tanjiro! I admire your courage and perseverance. Keep going, and you will definitely become an outstanding swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps."

In this quaint mansion, Tanjiro and Rengoku Kyojuro's training continued, and their figures seemed to have become a beautiful landscape.

However, at this moment, an untimely voice sounded.

"People without swordsmanship talent can never become qualified swordsmen no matter how much they train. I really don't know what you are working hard for."

Hearing these sarcastic words, Tanjiro and Rengoku Kyojuro stopped their actions at the same time and looked at the source of the voice. Rengoku Kyojuro staggered over with a look of disdain on his face.

Tanjiro frowned, and a feeling of dissatisfaction surged in his heart. He was about to refute, but Rengoku Kyojuro took the lead and said, "Father, you can't say that. Hard work can also make people stronger. Tanjiro works very hard. I believe that in time, he will definitely become an excellent swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps."

Rengoku Kyojuro's tone was full of respect for his father. Even when he saw his father's current degenerate appearance, his eyes were still full of hope, hoping that his father could get rid of this state as soon as possible and become optimistic again.

He never blamed his father.

Rengoku Kyojuro snorted coldly, raised the bottle in his hand and took a sip, and said: "Huh, just rely on him? Stop daydreaming. Without talent, no matter how hard you work, it's just a waste of effort."

Tanjiro clenched his fists, his eyes more determined: "Senior, I will use my efforts to prove to you that people without talent can also become strong. I will keep working hard and keep improving until you recognize me."

Rengoku Kyojuro looked at Tanjiro, then turned to look at his father, and said solemnly: "Father, just watch, Tanjiro will definitely do it. And I will keep working hard to become a son that makes you proud, and I hope you can cheer up again."

After that, Tanjiro turned around and continued to devote himself to training. His movements were more powerful and more focused than before. Rengoku Kyojuro looked at Tanjiro's back, and then looked at his father who was still indifferent. He secretly swore in his heart that he must let his father see the power of hard work. He naively thought that as long as he was good enough, he could change his father's state and let his father get rid of the haze of his mother's death.

In the next training.

Tanjiro gradually analyzed his own Kagura of the God of Fire and analyzed the hidden sword skills in it.

And Makijuro, who drank every day, also noticed this.

He was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the person taught by Kyojuro would be the successor of Sun Breathing.

He knew very well what Sun Breathing was.

He was familiar with the classics handed down by the Purgatory family.

Hundreds of years ago, it was that person who created this original breathing method, but this breathing method was not available to ordinary people, so other swordsmen could only infer a breathing method with less power and that they could learn based on the principle of Sun Breathing.

That is, the original five basic breathing methods of thunder, fire, rock, water, and wind.

In fact, his self-degradation is also related to this Sun Breathing.

He once knew that even the genius hundreds of years agoOnly then, he activated the pattern and the red sword, and used the strongest Sun Breathing, but he still couldn't kill the ancestor of the demons.

Then what can ordinary people like them, those with mediocre talents, do?

Everything is in vain, and there is no effect.

This is why he wants to end the Breathing of Flame in his generation.

He doesn't want his descendants to go on like this.

There is no meaning.

But what he doesn't know is.

Muzan was indeed not killed.

However, he was chopped to the point of death by a knife, and then he was chopped into more than 1,500 pieces after the self-explosion, and hid for hundreds of years.

Looking at the two people training in the field.

He seemed to see his deceased wife.

"Ruhu..., am I really doing this right?"

Faintly, Ruhu's figure seemed to appear beside him.

She was gently tidying up his messy hair.

Rengoku Makijuro's eyes were a little sore, he could feel his wife's presence.

"Are you asking me not to be decadent anymore?"

Tanjiro's words seemed to echo in his ears.

"Can a person without talent become a strong man?"

Makijuro looked at the wine jug in his hand and put it down for some reason.

He picked up a wooden sword from the shelf beside him.

He walked towards the two people who were training.

Kyojuro noticed his father coming. But his father now seemed a little different.

His eyes widened, but he said nothing.

"What are you looking at, brat? You don't have talent and you don't train well. Show your breath of fire and let me see how you train yourself."

An impatient voice came from his mouth.

Kyojuro was stunned for a second, and then he regained his enthusiastic voice. He shouted loudly.

"Yes..., father."

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