𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕀𝕊𝔼𝕂𝔸𝕀'𝔻 𝕊𝕃𝔸𝕐𝔼ℝ 剣楽面性 : ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ 𝕩 ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏᴄ

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚: "𝔸 ℕ𝕖𝕨 ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖"

**One week Later**

**Location: Clinic**

Myron's eyes slowly opened, revealing a brown wooden ceiling above him. He raised himself, only to feel intense pain all over his body, especially in his head, left shoulder, and right forearm. Grunting in pain, he looked down to see that he was wearing only his white tee  with his gold chain and necklace as well as his jeans. White bandages, stained with blood, covered his left shoulder and right forearm. He slowly touched his forehead, feeling the bandages there, also stained with blood on the left side of his head.

"Where am I? What's with all these bandages?... What  is this place?" Myron said weakly, confusion evident in his voice. He found himself in an empty room with gray walls surrounding him and looked behind him to see a window, showing that it was already daytime. Beside him, he noticed his cleaned jacket, backpack, and hoodie which was free from the bloodstains he had carried earlier.

"Young Beckles! It's finally good to see you awake!" Myron heard a familiar loud voice from the right corner of the room. He saw Rengoku walking through the door with his usual wide, bright grin.

"Goku...?" Myron said in surprise.

"I'm glad you're doing alright! How are you feeling!?" Rengoku asked, sitting on a stool beside Myron's bed.

"Well, right now I'm in a lot of pain, and I just got a headache from your loud yelling," Myron said, a bit annoyed, placing his left hand on his head.

"My apologies. You see, I ruptured my eardrums years ago, and I don't hear very well. This is just how I normally talk," Rengoku laughed it off.

"Oh, ok then? By the way, where are we, anyway?" Myron asked, looking around the unfamiliar surroundings.

"You are in the village's clinic. You suffered grave injuries during your encounter with a demon,  and you've been unconscious for about a week," Rengoku said, dropping his tone to a more serious manner.

"One week? Injuries? And a demon?" Myron asked with a confused look. Unfamiliar with Rengoku's words, everything went silent. Then, a horrified look finally hit him. Everything that happened last night came rushing back—from saving the injured man to his near-death experience with the demoness. "AHHHHHH ONE WEEK!? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!? THAT MONSTER ALMOST FUCKING KILLED ME! WHERE IS SHE!? IS THE MAN ALRIGHT!?" Myron yelled out in both worry and horror before the pain reached his system, causing him to grunt loudly.

"Calm down, young Beckles," Rengoku said, gently placing a hand on Myron's shoulder. "The demon is no longer a threat; I took care of her." Rengoku then gave him a heartwarming smile and spoke in a soft, kindhearted voice. "Myron, you've set your heart ablaze just like I told you, and because of that, you saved and protected that man's life from that demon. I'm proud of you. You truly are a remarkable person, Myron." He placed his hand on top of Myron's head, his words bringing great emotion to Myron. He looked down in silence as tears slowly fell from his eyes. Despite only just meeting Rengoku recently, his words cut deep into his heart.

"Rengoku... Who actually are you? What do you mean when you say 'my duties'? And why do you have a sword?" Myron asked, wiping the tears from his face. He wanted to know who Rengoku truly was and what he did.

"If you want to know, then I'll tell you. I AM KYOJIRO RENGOKU: THE FLAME HASHIRA OF THE DEMON SLAYER CORPS!" Rengoku said loud and proudly. Myron looked at him in shock, the first thing that came to his mind was the conversation between himself and David back at school. "(Dude, it's called DEMON SLAYER and it's so fucking fire, dude. They just finished season two and OMG you just need to watch this, the animation is so beautiful.)" David's words echoed in his mind.