Sailing at Sea: The Breath of the Day at the Start

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Shinobu Kocho looked at Ron beside her, a hint of curiosity flashing in her purple eyes.

This man is like a fog... just how many secrets is he hiding?

Ron looked at Tanjiro and smiled, "You asked me earlier how I knew you. Actually, there's a bit of a connection between us."

Tanjiro was stunned: "...Eh?"

Ron pointed to the sun-shaped earring on his ear and smiled, "Besides that earring, Yoriichi Tsugikuni also passed on another important thing to your ancestor, and it has been passed down from generation to generation in the Kamado family, and that is..."

"That is...?"

Tanjiro stared intently at him, unable to resist swallowing hard.

Shinobu Kocho and Kanao also looked at Ron with curiosity.

Ron took a leisurely sip of his drink: "That is the progenitor breathing technique, known as the origin of all breathing techniques, the strongest breathing technique created by Yoriichi Tsugikuni, the Sun Breathing Technique."

The atmosphere immediately fell silent.

"The strongest... breathing technique?"

Shinobu Kocho and Kanao were both shocked.

Tanjiro's eyes widened in disbelief: "The Sun... Breathing Technique?!"

“That’s right.” Ron nodded: “Yuan Yi was born with an understanding of the principles of breathing techniques. After he came of age, he used the principles of breathing techniques to create the Sun Breathing Technique that he used. When he passed on the breathing technique to others, he found that they could not master the Sun Breathing Technique like him and could not withstand the powerful force of the Sun Breathing Technique. So he modified the Sun Breathing Technique as the progenitor and guided the members of the Demon Slayer Corps at that time, thus developing the five basic styles of water, lightning, fire, rock, and wind. Then, other new styles with their own characteristics were derived from these five basic styles.”

At this point, Ron took another sip of his drink, looked at the three people in front of him and smiled, "It can be said that the Sun Breathing Technique is the origin of all breathing techniques, containing the entire breathing technique system. Moreover, the Sun Breathing Technique exudes the same power as the sun, which makes the sword techniques derived from it extremely lethal to demons. It should be called the strongest breathing technique, right?"

The three of them were stunned by his words, their faces filled with shock.

Tanjiro stammered, "But, but, but I haven't learned that Sun Breathing technique at all. My father is just an ordinary..."

At this point, Tanjiro seemed to realize something and suddenly froze.

Was her own father really just an ordinary person?

"In order to prevent the Breath of the Sun from being lost, Yoriichi Tsugikuni adapted the Breath of the Sun and incorporated it into the ancestral ritual dance of the Kamado family, which was then secretly passed down."

Ron smiled at Tanjiro and said, "Hinokami Kagura is the Breathing Technique of the Sun."

Hearing Ron's words.

Tanjiro was completely dumbfounded.

Of course he knew what the Hinokami Kagura was.

The image of my frail father dancing tirelessly in the snow when I was a child is still vivid in my mind.

Seeing Tanjiro's expression, Shinobu realized that everything Ron had said was true, not a lie.

Ron placed Nezuko, who was sleeping on his lap, onto the grass beside him, picked up a twig, stood up, and looked at Tanjiro, who was still in shock, and smiled:

"I say we are destined to meet because... we are both users of the Sun Breathing Technique."

"Those who explore the path to its end will all find the same destination."

"Since I have come into this world, I will repay this bond formed by the Breathing of the Sun. Tanjiro, I will make you stronger, as strong as Yoriichi Tsugikuni, who was favored by the gods back then. Then you will take Yoriichi Tsugikuni's place, who died regretfully without killing Muzan Kibutsuji, and kill Muzan Kibutsuji to end this thousand-year-old destiny."

At this moment, Ron stood there casually, holding a gourd of wine in one hand and a dry branch in the other.

But in Tanjiro's eyes, it was like a mountain whose summit was nowhere to be seen, shrouded in mist.

He exuded a powerful aura that even Shinobu Kocho found somewhat suffocating.

Ron took a sip of his sake, looked down at Tanjiro with a calm expression, and pointed with the withered branch in his hand at the Nichirin Blade beside him.

"bring it on."

Under the oppressive aura, Tanjiro stared at those deep blue eyes looking down at him, his heart trembling violently.

An unprecedented sense of fear rose in his heart, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

That was... the fear of death.

The firewood flickered.

The mountains and forests were completely silent.

"What's wrong? Hurry up and grab your knife, stand up. Didn't you want to become stronger?"

Ron spoke again, his voice calm yet carrying a chilling aura.

Tanjiro swallowed hard, suppressing the fear in his heart, and reached for the Nichirin Blade beside him.

His hands were trembling.

"Huh? Me... am I that timid?"

Tanjiro noticed this and couldn't help but feel puzzled. He hadn't felt this fear when he was fighting powerful demons and on the verge of death, so why was he feeling this way now...?

With trembling hands, he gripped the Nichirin Blade, slowly stood up, stood in front of Ron, and looked up at the unfathomable young man in black.

Is that so...

I see……

Tanjiro gripped his Nichirin Blade tightly.

Although the demon is very powerful, there is still a sliver of hope of defeating it if you fight with all your might.

but……

Tanjiro gripped the hilt of his Nichirin Blade tightly with both hands, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, staring intently at Ron in front of him and his indifferent eyes looking down at him.

The person standing in front of me now is a monster that I can never beat no matter what!

Ron took a sip of sake from the Endless Sake Jar in his left hand, raised the withered branch in his right hand to Tanjiro, and casually said, "Come on. Attack me with all your might."

Having already sensed the difference in strength between the two, Tanjiro did not hesitate at all.

With a stomp of his foot, he rushed to Ron's side, his black Nichirin Blade flashing out and slashing straight at Ron from the plane.

Breathing of water, form one.

Surface slash!

Gazing at the slash that seemed to be accompanied by a stream of blue water.

"too slow."

Ron said calmly.

With a slight shift of his body, the withered branch in his hand moved with incredible speed, like a streak of gray light, mercilessly piercing towards Tanjiro's throat.

"Okay, so fast!"

Tanjiro's hair stood on end.

He quickly leaned back, narrowly avoiding the stab, but a bloody gash was still left on his neck.

Ron looked down at Tanjiro, who had plopped down on the ground, raised the withered branch in his hand that looked like it would break at the slightest touch, and said to him calmly, "Concentrate. Don't think about when to use your swordsmanship or which move to use. Instead, let your body decide everything and fight based on your instincts. If you can't do that... you might really die."

Tanjiro looked at him, his pupils shrinking sharply.

He smelled it.

This statement... is not a lie!

16. Training, respectively

In the mountains and forests at night.

Tanjiro forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and the oppressive invisible aura, and with a desire to become stronger, he swung his sword at Ron.

"The breath of water, form four."

Hit Tide!

Faced with Tanjiro's relentless barrage of attacks, Ron's figure flickered, and the withered branch in his hand transformed into a streak of gray light, constantly stabbing at Tanjiro's weakest points, making it extremely difficult for Tanjiro.

While attacking Tanjiro with a withered branch, Ron said to him, "The Breathing of Water requires a clear mind and a tranquil, still heart to unleash its full power."

Tanjiro struggled to swing his Nichirin Blade to fend off the onslaught that was like a storm.

They were forced to retreat continuously.

His clothes were also torn in various places by the dead branch that moved incredibly fast and whose trajectory was unpredictable.

Kanao, who was watching from the sidelines, asked softly, "Why... can't it be cut off?"

"Because he didn't even manage to cut it..."

Shinobu Kocho watched the two compete, her slightly widened purple eyes filled with shock and amazement.

She had never seen such swordsmanship before.

It's simply like a wild and imaginative dream.

He could do as he pleased, his movements were unpredictable, and he exhausted the wonders of swordsmanship, reaching a realm beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

It's simply...unbelievable!

As Ron's withered branch pierced Tanjiro's shoulder, sending him flying backward, he also stopped his fierce, continuous attacks.

A glint flashed in Tanjiro's eyes.