Myron Malcohm Beckles was just an ordinary teenager living a typical 21st-century life-until one fateful day when a car accident changed everything. Instead of darkness, he found himself waking up in a strange world: the Taisho era in Japan, a perio...
Myron and Rengoku walked side by side along the trail as they prepared to leave the village. Myron took one last look back at the distant village, a wave of sadness washing over him as he remembered the great times he had there. The friendships he formed and his special moments with Aiko filled his mind. With a heavy heart, he turned his gaze forward and continued walking along the open trail path in front of him.
"Is something the matter, young Beckles? You seem sad," Rengoku asked, noticing Myron's downcast expression as he stopped walking.
"Huh? ...It's nothing, Goku. Actually, we should keep moving," Myron replied.
"You know, it's not too late to turn back. You could still live a normal life, Myron, especially with Aiko," Rengoku said, mentioning Aiko's name, which made Myron's heart pound faster. He didn't want to give up before his journey even began.
"NO!! I don't want to give up! I've already made up my mind. I will become a Demon Slayer no matter what! Not just for Aiko, but for everyone in general! SO COME ON, LET'S GO ALREADY!" Myron yelled with determination before sprinting ahead. Rengoku smiled in admiration before jogging after him, not at his fullest speed.
**20 minutes later**
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"So anyway, Goku, where are we heading to, anyway?" Myron asked curiously while jogging, panting lightly down the straight path through the forest.
"We're going to my estate, of course—the estate of the Flame Hashira. That's where I'll be training you," Rengoku said.
"*Panting* So... how long do I have to be trained to become a Demon Slayer, Goku?" Myron asked, still catching his breath.
"Hmmm... for you, young Beckles, I'll give it a minimum of about two years, maybe even more, depending on your progress," Rengoku said confidently, only to receive a look of shock and disbelief from the dark-skinned boy.
"TWO YEARS OR MORE?! YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!!" Myron yelled in frustration.
"LANGUAGE, MYRON!!" Rengoku yelled in a serious tone, which made Myron shiver slightly.
"..Sorry... my bad," Myron quickly apologized, his voice quiet.
Rengoku's expression softened. "Patience and perseverance are key, Myron. This isn't just about physical strength. It's about honing your spirit, mastering your breathing, and becoming one with your blade."
Myron sighed, "Yeah, I get that. It's just... two years feels like a long time. I want to be out there, making a difference, you know?"
Rengoku nodded. "I understand your eagerness. But remember, rushing into things unprepared can lead to disaster. You have great potential, Myron. Trust in the process, and you'll become a warrior worthy of the Demon Slayer Corps."
