From Shinjuro Rengoku's perspective, this brat Kiyokawa Izumi was simply utterly loathsome—what was his standing? Was it his place to lecture?
The affairs of the Rengoku Family are none of your damn business!
A brat who knows nothing is here spouting nonsense.
"What do you know? People with talent are as rare as phoenix feathers; the rest are all mediocre people!"
"Asking for guidance on Flame Breathing? It's nothing but trashy, clumsy imitation!"
*Smack!*
Kiyokawa Izumi directly slapped his large hand away, his blood-red Sharingan instantly surfacing—not backing down was one thing, but this man was, after all, a Former Hashira; opening the Sharingan wasn't embarrassing.
"After all is said and done, don't you just want to say that compared to Sun Breathing, other Breathing Techniques are worthless?"
The moment Sun Breathing was mentioned, Shinjuro froze instantly. His hand was still stiff in mid-air, but he kept shaking his head as if trying to clear his mind.
How could this brat possibly know about Sun Breathing?
He didn't have bright red hair, nor the earrings described in the records.
He was definitely not that man's descendant.
But why did he know about Sun Breathing?
"Flame Breathing is trash? A clumsy imitation, worthless?"
"Ridiculous!"
"As the Former Flame Hashira, you can't even distinguish what is truly important. How laughable."
"Compared to Breathing Techniques and swordsmanship, isn't what's truly important the Legacy of will passed down for a thousand years?"
"That unquenchable, burning will of a Flame Hashira!"
"As the Former Flame Hashira, you should be clearer than I am about the situation of the Ubuyashiki clan. Why have they been able to persist for a thousand years? Why has the Demon Slayer Corps been able to hold on for so long?"
"Breathing Techniques are just an aid; an indestructible spirit is the key!"
"Before that man appeared, before there were Breathing Techniques, was there no Demon Slayer Corps?"
Kiyokawa Izumi was indeed a bit out of line at this moment; there were some things he shouldn't know—but fortunately, he hadn't said too much.
Realizing this, he gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, hesitating whether to strike first to gain the advantage.
This man seemed a bit stunned by his words; he should take advantage of his lack of preparation and give him a punch first!
Kiyokawa Izumi didn't like bullying people, so he didn't plan to use his nichirin blade.
"Father!"
As the shout rang out, a fist had already swung toward Shinjuro's face. Caught off guard, the Former Flame Hashira was directly knocked to the ground by a single punch.
Martial ethics was something Kiyokawa Izumi did not possess.
Regardless of whether the drunkard in front of him had sobered up, Kiyokawa Izumi rolled up his sleeves, prepared to give him two more punches.
If Senjuro hadn't held him back in time, a certain someone might have already been straddling Shinjuro, delivering heavy blows to the latter.
"Bastard!"
Shinjuro, having sobered up, quickly got to his feet. He pulled away Senjuro, who was trying to stop him, and while cursing, swung his fist fiercely at Kiyokawa Izumi.
"Father, what are you doing?"
Senjuro, unable to keep his footing, was pushed down by his father. Just as he scrambled up, he saw his father already in a brawl with the guest.
He didn't understand why they were fighting.
'Damn, how is this old bastard's strength so great? After years of alcoholism, shouldn't his body be hollowed out?'
'Damn it!'
'If I can't spar with the big brother, I'll spar with his old man!!'
"Stop it! Father!"
Senjuro was very helpless at this moment; he couldn't hold back either of them—his physical fitness was far inferior to Kyoujurou's, and he was powerless to stop them.
Of course, Shinjuro wasn't the one with the upper hand in this brawl either.
The old guy was around forty, certainly not in his prime in terms of age, but who told the Breathing Techniques of this world to be so miraculous?
A certain Former Water Hashira could run faster than young people, let alone this junior.
He was strong, yes, but facing Kiyokawa Izumi, who lacked martial ethics and liked to use dirty tricks, there really wasn't much he could do.
Unable to easily subdue this little bastard, especially since this jerk insisted on attacking the lower body and had incredibly fast reactions, Shinjuro also suffered repeatedly... At the Butterfly Mansion,
Kochou Shinobu and Kanzaki Aoi were both looking at Kiyokawa Izumi with very strange gazes. The eerie silence made the latter a bit uneasy.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Kiyokawa Izumi, whose speech was leaking air, clutched his swollen face and asked curiously.
"Does Mr. Rengoku also strike without any restraint?"
Kochou Shinobu's lips curled up slightly, her smile remaining—Kiyokawa Izumi always felt she was gloating over his misfortune.
"I didn't meet the Flame Hashira... his younger brother said the Flame Hashira is out on a mission and he doesn't know when he'll be back."
"Then, why?"
Kanzaki Aoi, unable to hold back any longer, suddenly asked.
"This injury? Oh, don't worry, I didn't run into any demons. Haha, where would demons come from in the afternoon?"
Kiyokawa Izumi made a joke, trying to be humorous, but found that no one present was amused, so he could only continue.
"Although I didn't meet the Flame Hashira, I met his father and had a fight with him. I didn't win. Man, I really didn't expect that old guy's fists to be so hard."
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Kanzaki Aoi's gaze was full of shock. "You said you hit who?"
Shinjuro Rengoku, the father of the current Flame Hashira!
"Didn't you say you wouldn't do anything reckless? Go apologize, now!!"
Kanzaki Aoi's roar echoed in his ears.
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Come on, I swear there's only a little bit left for the extra chapter.
500 Energy Stones - extra Chapter