Demon Slayer: Muzan, will you dance too?

From Maki Rengoku's perspective, Kiyokawa Izumi is utterly detestable—what's your stance? Who gives you the right to lecture me?

What business is it of yours what the Purgatory family does?

This clueless brat is spouting nonsense here.

"What do you know? Talented people are extremely rare; the rest are all mediocre!"

"Asking about the Flame Breathing technique? It's nothing but clumsy imitation garbage!"

"Snapped!"

Kiyokawa Izumi slapped his large hand away, and his blood-red Sharingan instantly appeared—he may not be a coward, but he was, after all, a former Pillar, so it wasn't shameful for him to open his Sharingan.

"In the end, isn't the point that you're just saying all other breathing techniques are worthless compared to Sun Breathing?"

As soon as he uttered the words "Breathing of the Sun," Makijuro froze instantly. His hand remained frozen in mid-air, but he kept shaking his head, as if trying to clear his mind.

How could this brat possibly know about the Breath of the Sun?

There was no bright red hair, nor the earrings described in the records.

He is definitely not that person's descendant.

But why would he know about the Breath of the Sun?

"Flame Breathing is garbage? A clumsy imitation, utterly worthless?"

"ridiculous!"

"As the former Flame Pillar, how ridiculous that you can't even distinguish what's truly important."

"Compared to breathing techniques and swordsmanship, isn't what's truly important the will passed down for thousands of years?"

The unyielding will of the Flame Pillar!

"As the former Flame Hashira, you should know more about the Ubuyashiki clan than I do. Why have they been able to persist for a thousand years? Why have the Demon Slayer Corps been able to persist for so long?"

"Breathing techniques are merely supplementary; an undying spirit is the key!"

"Before that man, before the Breathing Technique, did the Demon Slayer Corps not exist?"

Kiyokawa Izumi was quite out of control at this moment; there were some things he shouldn't have known—but fortunately, he didn't say much.

Realizing this, he exhaled a breath of stale air, hesitating whether to strike first.

The man seemed a little stunned by what he had just said. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, I'll punch him first!

Kiyokawa Izumi dislikes bullying others, so he doesn't intend to use his Nichirin Blade.

"Father!"

As the shouts rang out, a fist was already swinging toward Makijuro's face. Caught off guard, the former Flame Pillar was knocked to the ground with a single punch.

Kiyokawa Izumi lacked the virtue of martial prowess.

Regardless of whether the drunkard in front of him had sobered up or not, Kiyokawa Izumi rolled up his sleeves, ready to give him two more punches.

If Senjuro hadn't caught him in time, the guy might have already been riding on top of Senjuro and delivering a powerful punch to the latter.

"asshole!"

Once he regained his senses, Makijuro quickly got up, pulled away Senjuro who was trying to stop him, and while cursing, threw a hard punch at Kiyokawa Izumi.

"Father, what are you doing?"

Senjuro, who had lost his footing, was pushed to the ground by his father. As soon as he got up, he saw his father wrestling with a guest.

He didn't understand why they were fighting.

"Damn, how can this old bastard be so strong? After all these years of alcoholism, shouldn't his body be completely worn out?"

"Dry!"

"If I can't spar with my older brother, I'll spar with his father!!"

"Stop! Father!"

Senjuro was utterly helpless at this moment; he couldn't hold back either of them—his physical abilities were far inferior to Kyojuro's, and he was powerless to stop them.

Of course, Makijuro was not the one who gained the upper hand in this brawl.

The old man was around forty years old, which was certainly not in his prime, but who could blame him when the breathing techniques of this world were so magical?

The former water column could run faster than a young person, let alone this junior.

He may be strong, but he really has no way to deal with Kiyokawa Izumi, who has no martial ethics and likes to use dirty tricks.

Unable to subdue this little bastard easily, and with his tendency to attack the lower body and his incredibly fast reflexes, Makijuro suffered repeated setbacks.

……

Butterfly House

Shinobu Kocho and Aoi Kanzaki were both looking at Izumi Kiyokawa with very strange eyes, and the eerie silence made the latter a little uneasy.

Why are you all staring at me like that?

Kiyokawa Izumi, whose speech was slurred, covered his swollen face and asked with some confusion.

"Does Mr. Purgatory really go to such lengths?"

Shinobu's lips curled up slightly, her smile unchanged—Izumi Kiyokawa always felt that she was gloating.

"I didn't see Lord Flame Pillar... His brother said that Lord Flame Pillar is on a mission outside and we don't know when he will be back."

"Then, why?"

Unable to contain herself any longer, Kanzaki Aoi suddenly asked.

"My injury? Oh, don't worry, I didn't encounter any evil spirits, haha, where would any evil spirits come from this afternoon?"

Kiyokawa Izumi tried to make a joke, but found that no one present was amused, so he could only continue.

"Although I didn't meet Lord Flame Pillar, I did meet his father. I fought with him, but I lost. Wow, I never expected that old guy's fists to be so hard."

"?"

"?"

Kanzaki Aoi looked at him with shock in her eyes. "Tell me, who did you hit?"

"Rengoku Makijuro, the father of the current Flame Pillar!"

"Didn't you say you wouldn't do anything reckless? Go apologize right now!!"

Kanzaki Aoi's roar reached my ears.