Y/n opens his eyes, he immediately groans in pain as a headache comes in. He looks around, he doesn't recognize this place.
Y/n: where am I?
He walks out and spots a familiar yellow hair with red tips training with a wooden sword. He remembers what happened. He walks over to the boy, who looks shorter than what he remembers. The boy turns around to look at y/n, his eyes widen when he recognizes him.
???: oh, you're finally awake!
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Y/n bows to the boy to thank him.
Y/n: thank you for saving me.
???: (chuckle) you must've mistaken me for my otosan! He's currently on a mission! Oh, how rude of me! I'm kyojuro rengoku, the person who saved you was my otosan, shinjuro rengoku, the flame hashira!
Y/n: well, you have the same hair as your otosan! I'm y/n l/n. I've read about demon slayers, you're family has been the flame hashira for generations!
Kyojuro: yes! I'm training to become a demon slayer and hopefully a hashira after my otosan!
???: kyojuro, you never told me that he woke up.
Kyojuro: sorry, okaasan.
Y/n turns around to see a beautiful woman with black hair and red eyes.
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???: how are you feeling?
Y/n: just a small headache, Mrs. Rengoku. Thank you for patching me up.
???: it was no problem, Mr. L/n. Just call me Ruka.
Y/n: Mr. L/n is my otosan. Just call me y/n.
Y/n then remembers his parents making his face change into one of visible sadness.
Ruka: I've heard about what happened to your parents. I apologize, stay as long as you want.
Y/n: it wasn't your fault.
Y/n met the 3-year-old senjuro, who was asleep.
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