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❝Trusting you is my decision. Proving me right is your choice.❞
╔.▲.═════════╗ Lifeline ╚═════════.▼.╝
An elderly short man glanced towards his older student wearing the standard uniform of demon slayer corps, he found him sitting in a seiza style.
On Kaigaku's lap was his newly delivered nichirin sword which was crafted by one of the blacksmith known as Jubei, the man with a blue hyotokko mask who departed as soon as he gave the katana to the intended owner.
Jigoro wore a strict expression, a serious gaze inflicted over the dark-haired slayer, "It seems the time has come for you to become a real demon hunter."
"Yes, master. I know I've been working hard to master the thunder breathing forms. I'll make sure I'll stay alive as long as possible."
"That's right, the art of thunder breathing is your best defense when it comes to battling demons." The former hashira relayed and his stony gaze faltered when he looks at his former student.
"—Kaigaku please be careful on your way to your mission. And soon, Zenitsu will follow your footsteps of becoming a demon slayer like you. Do help him if you guys are assigned on a mission together."
"Master, don't tell me you still intend to teach him? He's hopeless," he opened his mouth, feeling the bitterness dripping out from his words.
"Kaigaku, he is not hopeless but a fruit budding in raw talents. He has potential in him, Zenitsu is a very hardworking yet an enthusiastic individual."
"How can you say that, he cries all the time." He provoked, refusing to believe his master's insight.
"Zenitsu is my disciple and I have given my word to teach him until he is deemed fit to work for the corps!" Jigoro strictly implied, leaving no room for the dark-haired man to talk.
Kaigaku gritted his teeth, his turquoise eyes ignoring Kuwajima's pointed stare on his face. Inside he felt the spike of envy tainting his heart, the emotions led him clutching firmly onto the hilt of the nichirin sword.
"Kaigaku won't you say your farewell to your junior and Shinku?" Kuwajima kindly asked, his face painted into a sad and proud smile.
' It's always Zenitsu he talks about! Zenitsu this and that!'
At the same time, a black spot of shadow figure was speeding to their way. Few black feathers drops below the polished woody flooring between them.
