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Chương 9: Rengoku Kyojiro!!

[Seiji's POV]

"Hello comrade, my name is Kyojiro Rengoku."

"It's nice to meet you!!"

I still remember that day so vividly.

The warm sunlight peeked through the Wisteria trees and caressed my skin. The brightness was no longer a bother that stopped me from sleeping, instead, it had become comfortable out of habit.

He came up to me with all the loudness of a day, for a moment I thought I had regained my hearing. His presence was like the sun, unapologetic for shining so brighter than everyone else.

I lazily opened my eyes to give him a look and I was awe-struck.

He was beautiful.

In an artistic way of course. If God were an artist, he would be considered a masterpiece.

A tall frame filled with muscles that were designed solely to fight and swing a sword. There was a wild aura - a fighting spirit if you will - that surrounded his body at all times.

His organs were healthy and fresh, like the parts of a brand-new car. They were free of blemishes, no drugs, no tobacco or unhealthy lifestyles had affected them.

His body proportion and bone structure spoke of his genetic blessing. From his great-grandfather, they were a swordsman, and his existence itself was the result of many generations of selective reproduction. Not arranged marriage but more so that he was the direct line of the strongest sons.

He was bred to be a powerful swordsman.

"Hi!! My name is Kyojiro Rengoku, Nice to meet you!!" He announced for a second time.

He was a tall young man who seemed to be about a year older than me. He had long bright yellow hair with red streaks akin to flames along with two shoulder-length bangs and two chin-length bangs on the side of his head.

He had black forked eyebrows, and golden eyes that faded to red with white pupils. He wore a yellow haori with flame patterns.

He had a very unique pair of eyes and I found myself staring at them.

"Hi!! My name is Kyojiro Rengoku, Nice to meet you!!" and that was the third time he said the same thing. I got the feeling that he was the type of person who would never stop unless I replied.

"Hello Kyojiro Rengoku, my name is Shigan Seiji. It's a pleasure to meet you as well." I said to the future Flame Hashira.

He laughed, "What a plain voice you have for someone who seemed to burn with passion!"

It was funny because I got that lot. They said my voice had absolutely no intonation and it sounded completely flat as if I was speaking in the same octave.

"I guess I came to you at the wrong time. I apologize for waking you up." He said but the wide smile on his face told me that he was not really sorry.

"But may I ask why you are sleeping on such a beautiful morning?"

"I didn't sleep last night." I said and got comfortable leaning on the tree again.

Rengoku hit his palm with a fist in a gesture of realization. "Oh! I see you were hunting demons all night! I should've guessed."

It was interesting to meet one of the most beloved characters in Demon Slayer. Unfortunately, like many characters beloved by the fans, he died at the hands of the demon Akaza.

"I actually cried when I saw his death as well."

"Wait, who died?"

Oops, did I say that out loud?

"Nothing." I said and closed my eyes.

Although it was an exciting experience to meet him, I was too tired and sleepy to care. Maybe after a much-needed sleep, I would interact with him more. He said he was here for the final selection so it's not like he would disappear soon.

"Seeing you resting so peacefully makes me want to rest as well. Would it be a problem if I rest beside you?" He asked but I had already closed my eyes so I didn't hear it.

But apparently, Rengoku was the type of person to take silence as consent because he sat down and leaned against the same tree I did and he closed his eyes.

He had also travelled day and night to reach the mountain and he needed rest even more than I.

So the first time we met, we both rested under the same tree, tired from our fighting and journey respectively. The Wisteria tree provided a calming shade which was perfect for a nap.

From then on, Rengoku would stay by my side and quickly take the position of my first friend.

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A question from the readers:- How do introverts like you make friends?

The answer is we don't.

An extrovert found us, liked us and adopted us.

And that day, Kyojiro Rengoku found me.

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We woke up in the afternoon and I met with an odd realization that Rengoku was actually dead tired when I first met him.

After the nap, he was smiling brighter and became visibly louder than before. But his smile and thunderous character were not annoying by any means, instead, it was an endearing trait that people liked about him.

His charisma was off the charts.

In just a few hours, he became closer to the people living at the base of the mountain than I was ever able to get in two days.

He saw me as a kindred soul, a fellow swordsman who wanted to do good in the world and become a demon slayer who protected the innocents. So he stuck close to me and tried to get me to open up to him.

Well good luck with that, my uncle and aunt failed to do so even after 6 years.

And I think he took that as a challenge. Something about his charisma and extrovert personality wanted to get close to me and become friends.

There was nothing wrong with me per se, I was not some edgy motherfucker who strived to be alone just for the sake of it. I just never bothered putting effort into connecting with other people except for being acquaintances. I believed that was enough.

There was also another reason.

I was extremely bad when it came to people. Being deaf in my past life, I never had a meaningful relationship. And the people close to me in this second life were all brutally killed by a demon. So you could not exactly blame me for my flaws.

Rengoku knew this and he made sure to be vocal about it as well.

"Hey, do you know it's really creepy when you stare at people whenever they talk? The workers told me that's why they didn't like talking to you." Rengoku said. I learned that he was honest like a child and he could also be quite blunt. I liked that about him.

"Is it?" I mused.

"Yes, and the fact that you never respond to most people who talks to you. You seem to ignore everyone else except people who confronted you face to face." He said with a nod of his head as if to affirm his own words.

I had to use my eyes and read lips to know what people were saying. And if they were out of my sight, I could not even notice them when they spoke to me.

"Well, tell them I'm sorry for being deaf," I said and his eyes widened and he stopped walking.

"You are deaf?" He asked but since he was behind me I didn't know it. He put his hand on my shoulder and I turned to him.

"You are deaf?"

"Yes, I am deaf in both ears. I lost my hearing from a demon." I said and I could see he was stunned. I could also see the apology on his face.

Since I had such incredible eyesight, people rarely noticed that I was deaf. And I never liked advertising my disability either so there were often misunderstandings.

"I see...I should have noticed." He said.

"It's fine. It happens all the time." I said and continued walking. Regoku took a few seconds to collect his thought before he followed behind me.

We were currently on our way to another mountain close by. Mount Fujikasane was filled with Wisteria trees so it repelled demons. In order to hunt them, we had to move to another mountain.

Rengoku said he wanted to join me and since I also had an interest in seeing him fight, I allowed him. Now it was the both of us, moving through the mountain road to hunt the creatures of the night.

We had sleep in the morning so we were filled with energy.

We did not encounter any demons during the night. Apparently, the demons knew to stay the fuck away from Mout Fujikasane.

So Rengoku and I spent the time just wandering around under the bright moonlight. We talked quite a bit during this time, it was mostly about how I was able to talk when I was deaf and other related things.

Like I said, he was a charming man so I quite enjoyed the time.

It was only near the break of dawn that we encountered a demon. I was able to see him while we were at a high altitude and I saw him running at the base of the opposite mountain.

The demon had blood all over his body which told us that he just had a successful hunt and he was now running back home to who knows where before sunrise.

We ran down the mountain immediately and with my eyes focused on the demon like a hawk, I led us to a route that directly crossed paths with the demon.

When we caught up with the demon, Rengoku's aura changed and his smile faded away. He ran past me and with his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, he said.

"Leave him to me."

And that's what I did.

I watched Rengoku rush at the demon who tried to run away the moment he saw us. I didn't remember the Flame Hashira to be a speedster but he was extremely fast even at his young age.

I took the chance to observe in detail how breathing style worked. This could be what allowed me to complete my own breathing style.

Rengoku caught up with the fleeing demon with ease and when he did, he sucked in huge volumes of air. So much so that a small vortex formed near his mouth.

My purple eyes released an eerie glow as I used the full power of the transparent world. Then all of the secrets in the world were laid bare in front of my eyes.

I saw the way Rengoku's lungs expanded to a ridiculous degree. His body started producing an insane amount of body heat and that gave him gave him a boost in strength.

I also observed in detail the pattern of his breath. Unlike my breathing where I inhaled to maximize each breath, he did it in a well-formulated pattern.

His yellow haori with flame patterns, lit up and I was stumped when I witnessed the next scene.

There was a trail of fire coming out of his mouth and then his katana caught on fire. The edge of his sword released a trail of fire that lit up the darkness of the forest.

"Flame Breathing : First Form." he said.

"Unknowing Fire."

He swung his blade horizontally and it created a perfect arc of deadly flames. His blade met the neck of the demon with a raging roar of fire and the head was sliced off in an instant.

The headless demon fell on the ground and a few seconds later, his body disintegrated.

I stopped in my track and just stared while Rengoku sheathed his katana and the flames died down. I was confused.

I remembered reading somewhere that the elemental visuals were only put in the anime for imagination and that in reality, there were no flashy scenes.

But what I just witnessed was exactly like the anime.

Was it real or was I able to see it because of my special vision?'

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Chương 10: Flame Breathing

[Seiji's POV]

It was...

Beautiful.

I have to learn that.

Rengoku slowly sheathed his sword while releasing air from his lungs. I remained rooted in my place until he turned to me with his signature smile that burned even brighter than his flames.

"It's done my friend! Our night patrol was not a waste." he said and then followed up with a hearty laugh.

Meanwhile, I stared at him with a blank face but with many thoughts swirling in my mind. It was clearly stated that breathing styles could not actually achieve supernatural powers like encasing a sword with fire.

But I clearly saw it happen.

"Hey, did you see the flames?" I asked.

"Huh? What flames?" he tilted his head in confusion and that proved my suspicion that it was only me who could see the flames when he used his breathing.

"Do you mean my breathing style? I used flame breathing." he said and then his eyebrows lifted up, "Wait, how do you know what breathing style I used? I never told you."

So it was my eyes.

My eyes enabled me to see the effects of breathing when normal eyes couldn't. It was similar to how I was able to see the colours of gas in the atmosphere if I tried.

The transparent world was more than just having x-ray vision and better eyesight to me. I didn't know if it was the case for everyone else or if it was just me but I could see impossible colours. I could even ultraviolet rays, infrared, radiation etc.

My eyes allowed me to perceive the world as it truly was, without limitations.

"I have seen a flame-breathing user before." I lied but due to my perpetual flat tone, no one could tell.

"Oh I see! I wonder if it was my father that you saw or anyone else." he hummed to himself.

"Should we return? I feel like the sun is about to rise soon." he said. Seeing how the demon was wildly trying to run back to his hideout, it was safe to assume that the sun was rising soon.

"Yes." I said and we both returned to Mount Fujikasane.

My thoughts returned back to my eyes and what I could do with its capabilities. Being able to see breathing styles was quite an advantage, especially if you go up against another breath user.

It could tell me exactly what type of breathing they were using, when they were using it and even differentiate what form they were using over time. It was no different than a boxer telegraphing his opponent's move by looking at his shoulder.

If I could see breathing styles, then I must be able to see the blood demon art of demons as well. This could be an absolute game-changer.

When Tanjiro was fighting against the lower moon Yahaba and Susamaru, he was able to deflect thier attacks only when Tanjiro could see the arrow - thier blood demon art - with the help of Yushiro.

I smiled at the thought.

I just added a new vocabulary to my dictionary for the language of fighting.

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(The next day)

Our blades collided and released a spark of impact and friction. My eyes saw everything in detail, from the condition of both our swords to the vibrations released by them.

If I had ears, I would describe the vibration as the sound of steel clashing steel.

His nichirin blade was well-made but it couldn't compare to mine which was crafted by one of the greatest smiths in Japan. I could see that his sword did not get enough heat and hammering when it was made. It was made by a smith who put no effort or passion in its creation, it was just one amongst the mass-produced.

An ordinary nichiren blade. If my eyes were telling the turth, I could break it after a couple of well-placed strikes, exactly four inches below the tip.

The sword was not only ordinary but it had seen a lot of uses. The weakness at the tip told me that it was sharpened more times there - since that part of the sword was mainly used for slicing - and made it thinner than the rest.

We pushed each other away when there was no winner in the clash. It was just a split-second observation but I had already learned a way to win if this was a real battle.

"Hahahaha!! What a strange experience it is to fight against you." Rengoku said and gripped his sword tighter, "It feels like I am fighting against my own shadow."

We were currently engaged in a spar he initiated after we woke up from our morning sleep. He said he wanted to see how well he would fare against me and I was more than happy to talk with him, or should I say fight.

"Nevertheless, I wouldn't give up that easy," he said and pushed off the ground with such force that he disappeared to the untrained eyes.

Rengoku was a talented fighter. As the future Hashira, he was already a monster even before he became an official demon slayer.

It was just as you would expect, every Hashira was built different.

I took a step back to throw off his attack. He expected me to remain in place or charge at him for another clash so he was thrown off when I stepped back.

His sword came at me still but it was not at the correct distance and his body was leaning too much. He threw a flurry of slashes at me and I easily deflected them with minimal ease and a placid face.

He might be strong but he was still inexperience, especially when it came to fighting another swordsman.

He had trained all his life not to be a proper swordsman but to be a demon slayer. Therefore he was not familiar with fighting another swordsman, after all, you could count the number of demons using a sword with one hand.

He had more experience fighting demons who mostly used thier bare hands, claws or other weapons which was rarely a sword.

On the other hand, I was a master of kendo which was a discipline restricted to only fighting other swordsman. So he could not compare to me when fighting each other.

There were levels to these things.

But then he was physically stronger than me because of his age. He was one year older than me and that might not seem much when you were an adult, but it made a huge difference when you were in your teens. It was a time when your body developed the most so one year allowed Rengoku to be much stronger than me.

But in the end, the sheer difference in our overall combat power boiled down to my special eyes.

Now imagine this.

Imagine you were seeing the world and everything in slow motion. Imagine your eyes had the ability to zoom in and observe every little detail of the world. Imagine you had x-ray vision and you could see your opponent's muscles so you could predict his every movement. You know his body better than him.

And then imagine your opponent talking to you every moment of the fight. He tells you his every plan, and every course of his action. Not only that, he tells you about his fighting style and how he had trained and more. He tells you about how he feels, what he thinks and even things he did not know himself.

Of course, he was not actually talking but actions speak louder than words.

That was my world. A transparent world where you could see everything.

That was what it felt like to be me.

To me, fighting was not fast, fighting was not violence.

It was a conversation, and if it got tough, a debate.

My opponent said things with his action and I replied with my own action. Every movement held meaning and we exchanged them, we matched them.

"Flame breathing : First form."

"Unknowing Fire."

Rengoku never opened his mouth but he said that. I knew because the pattern of his breaths, the expansion of his lungs, the grip on his swords, and everything else matched what he did last night.

He released fire from his mouth and his sword caught on fire. That was another giveaway.

It seemed he had finally decided to add a new word to our fight. I smiled because the conversation was getting quite dull so it was a pleasant change.

I tightened the grip on my sword and took a deep breath as well. Then I utilized my own incomplete version of a breathing style that boosted my physical stats to the limit.

"Steroid breathing."

His burning sword came at me faster and more intense than ever before. Maybe it was because of the visual but I felt heat coming from him.

Our swords became blurs of images and we exchanged lethal blows at each other. The ground underneath us shook and we stirred up dust that covered the entire vicinity.

I could break his sword but I decided not to be an asshole. His attack hesitated when the dust blinded his vision. He still knew where I was and where to strike but without his full vision, he was afraid of accidently hurting me.

So his sword faltered.

What a nice ass dude.

I swept his feet off the ground with the blunt side of my sword and he fell on his back. When the dust settled, he was on the ground and my sword was pointing at his neck.

"I guess I lost." he said but still smiled like a winner.

"You hesitated. I told you I have good eyes, I could see through the dust." I said.

"And I could not. Winning was not worth even a small chance of harming my friend." he said.

He sure knows how to take the joy out of winning. Now I couldn't even gloat about my victory.

I offered him a hand before pulling him up to his feet. I helped him clean the dust off his haori before he started laughing.

"You are quite amazing my deaf friend. But I can't help but notice your horrendous breathing form. Tell me, who taught you that?" He said and patted me on the back.

"No one. I made it myself."

"Aha!! No wonder it's so horrible." he laughed.

"Hey, I worked hard on it."

"I don't mean to discard your effort Seiji-san. But you missed the fundamentals of breathing styles itself." he said.

"If you truly did not have anyone to teach you, how about I teach you my breathing style?" he said with a wide grin on his face and eyes shining with excitement.

I was honestly not prepared for such a statement. I was already trying to copy his breathing style but it would be even better if he could teach me.

But why would he? I thought he would be a bit more reserved with spreading the flame breathing. Was he okay with offering such power to a random stranger he met a few days ago?

"Why?" I couldn't help but ask. If it was me, I wouldn't go around teaching every random bloke I see. Just look at what happened to someone like Keigaku when they got power.

"Why not? You are my friend." he said.

It was strange how such a simple answer like 'Why not' could make so much sense when said by the right person.

Rengoku was not like me.

He did not have an evil bone in his body so thoughts like mine never even crossed his mind. It was honestly a stupid naivety in a world of evil and demons.

But I couldn't help but be captivated by such innocent naivety.

"Right." I said.

Friends huh.

I smiled.

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[IMAGE of MC]

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