𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓓𝓾𝓽𝔂 𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮:𝓞𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓲 𝔁 𝓨/𝓷

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 9: ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇᴅ

Y/N's L/N (Your) Perspective

I had been a Hashira for months now, having attained the Moon Breathing style through intense training and sheer determination. However, there was still so much for me to learn, and my eye had been set on one particular master - Rengoku, the Flame Hashira. His fighting style was unlike anything I had ever seen, and I was desperate to learn from him.

I had approached Rengoku on numerous occasions, pleading with him to take me on as a student. But each time, he would politely decline, insisting that he was too busy with his duties as a Hashira to take on an apprentice. I couldn't understand it - surely someone of my caliber would be an asset to him, not a burden.

"Please, Rengoku-san!" I begged on yet another occasion, bowing low before him. "I have mastered the Moon Breathing style, but I know there is still so much for me to learn. Your fighting technique is unparalleled, and I would be honored to study under you."

Rengoku sighed, running a hand through his fiery hair. "Y/N-san, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but as I've said before, I simply don't have the time to take on a student  especially a hashira,right now. My duties as a Hashira keep me constantly occupied."

"But Rengoku-san!" I interjected, my voice quivering with desperation. "Surely you must see the potential in me. I could be a valuable asset to you, I know it. Please, just give me a chance!"

Rengoku regarded me silently for a moment, his golden eyes scrutinizing me. "Very well," he said finally. "I will consider taking you on as my student, on one condition!"

My heart leapt with hope. "Anything, Rengoku-san! I'll do whatever it takes."

"Prove to me that you are worthy," he said simply. "Demonstrate your skills in battle, and if I am impressed, then I will agree to train you!"

I nodded eagerly. "Thank you, Rengoku-san! I won't let you down, I promise."

Over the next few weeks, I trained tirelessly, honing my Moon Breathing techniques and preparing for the inevitable battle with Rengoku. I knew that he was a formidable opponent, and that I would need to be at the top of my game if I had any hope of impressing him.

Finally, the day of the battle arrived. I stood opposite Rengoku, my muscles tense with anticipation. He regarded me with that same calm, impassive expression, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness.

"Are you ready, Y/N-san?" he asked, his voice low and steady.

I took a deep breath, then nodded. "Yes, Rengoku-san. I am ready."

Without another word, Rengoku launched himself at me, his movements fluid and precise. I barely had time to react before he was upon me, his fiery blade slashing through the air. I parried his strikes, my own Moon Breathing techniques flowing through me like water.

We traded blows, the sound of our swords clashing echoing through the training grounds. I could feel the sweat beading on my brow, but I refused to back down. I had to prove myself to Rengoku, no matter what.

Suddenly, Rengoku executed a series of lightning-fast strikes, his blade a blur as it danced through the air. I struggled to keep up, my own movements becoming more frantic. Just when I thought I was going to be overwhelmed, I saw an opening.

Without hesitation, I lunged forward, my sword aimed directly at Rengoku's chest. But just as I was about to strike, he vanished, reappearing behind me in a flash of fire.

I whirled around, barely managing to block his next attack. We continued to exchange blows, neither of us willing to concede defeat.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Rengoku stepped back, his breathing slightly labored. "Impressive, Y/N-san," he said, a hint of a smile on his lips. "You have truly mastered the Moon Breathing style!"