Kyojuro, the life of a Hokage since the age of one

"Mr. Purgatory did not lose!!!"

"Mr. Purgatory won!!!!"

Seeing Tanjiro's cries of unwillingness, sadness, pride, pain, and self-blame, Purgatory Anjuro suddenly smiled.

Perhaps it was the rising sun that dispelled the coldness of the night, or perhaps seeing the sun-like faith of the young man in front of him, Purgatory Anjuro felt that the pain in his body had eased a lot.

Kamado boy, you already have the faith you need to become a pillar.

There are also the pig-headed boy, the yellow-haired boy, and the girl Nezuko who was turned into a ghost. They will all grow into the new pillars of the Demon Slayer Corps...

"Stop yelling like that, the wound on your abdomen will open."

Purgatory Anjuro said gently. He hadn't spoken in such a low voice for a long time. Maybe it was because the chest and abdomen pierced by the wind string three affected his voice.

"You are also seriously injured. If you die, Kamado-boy, I will lose."

"Mr. Purgatory..."

The Kamado boy is still crying, and the pig-headed boy seems to be crying too. It seems that the wild boar hood is really a good thing. If you wear it, the man will not be seen crying.

After thinking of a joke that only he found funny, Purgatory Anjuro called out to Kamado Tanjiro at the edge of the forest in the distance.

Uegenzo had just hid in the shadow of the forest, but the Kamado boy was too close. It would be dangerous for Uegenzo to turn back despite the pain of being burned by the sun.

"Come here and have a few final words with me."

Seeing the Kamado boy walking away from the shadows and walking into the sunshine step by step, Purgatory Anjurou could finally feel at ease.

"In the dream just now, I remembered something."

"You should go to Purgatory's house. There are the handbooks of the flame pillars of the past generations. The God of Fire Kagura you mentioned, phew--, there may be records in it."

He had gotten used to the pain in his left eye, but the penetrating wound on his chest was still a bit of a hindrance. Purgatory Anjuro struggled to maintain his breathing, trying to speak as smoothly as possible.

"Mr. Purgatory, stop talking, just use your breath to stop the bleeding. Isn't there any way to heal the injury?"

He looked at Kamado Tanjiro's flustered expression, mainly his lowered eyebrows, and thought of Senjuro.

Senjuro, my brother, I think I have to say sorry this time.

"No, I'll die soon."

"I hope you will tell my brother Senjuro to follow his own ideas and do what he thinks is right."

Purgatory Anjuro calmly announced the fact that he would die.

While it may be heartbreaking, he comes from a place of inner peace.

The warmth of my mother when I was young, my father's self-destruction after my mother passed away, and my insistence on learning the Breath of Flame. My father may not like my arbitrary opinions.

But, I'm sorry, father. I heard about your heroic appearance from the mouth of the old woman selling bento at that station. I still thought that being able to become a swordsman, being able to save other people's lives, could be like you back then.

It's really, really good.

As you said, there is no shortage of geniuses in this world, such as Xiazhu, such as Ganlu Temple, and the Zamen boy and the pig-headed boy in front of me. They each have their own talents, and I am just an ordinary purgatory.

But genius also needs time to grow.

During the period when they are growing up, let me, a purgatory who knows nothing about the sky and the earth, give them a little support.

"Please tell my father to take care of himself."

"In addition, Kamado boy, I believe in your sister, and I agree that she is a member of the Demon Slayer Squad."

"Those who can risk their lives to fight ghosts and protect human beings, no matter what others say, are still members of the Demon Slayer Corps."

"Go on living with your chest held high!"

"No matter how hard you suffer because of your own weakness and powerlessness,"

"Both burn the soul."

"Bite the bullet and keep moving forward."

"Even if you stop and hesitate to move forward, time will not stop for you."

"I won't grieve with you"

"Don't blame yourself because I died here."

"I am a pillar, and I must be willing to be a strong shield for the younger generations."

"We are pillars, and everyone will make the same choice."

"I will never let ghosts take away the new sprouts."

"Zammen boy, pig-headed boy, yellow-haired boy, you must continue to grow."

"In the future, you will be the pillars supporting the Demon Slayer Corps."

"I believe you"

Ah...my vision is a little blurry...the blood loss...is it too much...

Purgatory Anjuro's half-closed right eye suddenly widened. In the wasteland not far away, that figure...

White kimono, red and yellow obi, long black hair hanging on one side, and... red eyes that repeatedly burn with warm flames...

"Mother……"

"Have I done my job?"

"Have I completed all the things I should do and the responsibilities I should fulfill?"

Rinhuo smiled, his eyes full of pride, "You did a good job."

Facing his mother's praise, all the pain in his body seemed to disappear in an instant. The soft light from his mother's body shone on his face, and he smiled happily.

He also closed his eyes with satisfaction.

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dark

There seems to be some sound in the darkness

Purgatory Anjuro tried to hear what the sound was

He remembered that he was dead and it was his mother, Rinhui, who greeted him

He should have arrived in the other world by now, right?

It turns out that there really is a world after death. Can we see the flame pillars of past generations here?

How would they evaluate their generation of Flame Pillar?

The voice seemed to be getting louder

A light appeared in the darkness

The light became brighter and brighter, and gradually... condensed into a letter? ?

[Dear Kyojuro, Master Kizuna said that there are too many people dying in a world recently, and there are too few souls that can meet the conditions for reincarnation. Mom grabbed a good position for you and sent you to reincarnate first~]

[After all, Kyojuro died too early, and it is totally unworthy of the name Shoulang that mom gave you. ]

[In the future, you must follow your heart and live well]

[Love your mother, Ruka]

After confirming that Rengoku Kyojuro had read the letter, the letter disappeared automatically.

He was a little dazed. His mother's personality seemed to have become much more lively...

Has he... been reincarnated? With the memories of the past? !

This time, he must witness the death of Muzan Kibutsuji with his own eyes! ! ! !

He opened his eyes in a flash and met the eyes of the child squatting beside him.

One second

Two seconds

"Ahhhhhh!!! Brother Madara! He's awake!!!"

Five-year-old Uchiha Izuna refused to admit that he was actually frightened by his nephew who suddenly opened his eyes!

Although his nephew's eyes suddenly widened, his eyeballs did not move, and he stared at him straight.

But he was just very excited to see that he woke up and ran to find his brother! That's it!

Before he could speak out to stop him, Rengoku Kyojuro watched the black-haired child disappear in a flash.

Looking at this running speed, should he be the descendant of Thunder Breathing?

Rengoku Kyojuro tried to sit up, but his clumsy body seemed to not listen to his command, so he could only reach out and try to hold on to the wall on one side.

A white and tender little hand appeared in front of him.

He shook it hard.

The little hand also clenched.

There were a few small dimples on the back of his hand.

Ah...

Rengoku Kyojuro understood what reincarnation meant in an instant.

He...became a baby! !!!!!!!