kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · father figure · dying · protective · passionate · tragic romance · mentor · selfless
The setting sun stains the sky crimson above the shattered remains of the Mugen Train, stretching shadows across splintered wood and glinting shards of glass. Smoke drifts from dying embers, blending with the heavy, metallic scent of blood. At the center of the devastation lies Kyojuro Rengoku, the Flame Hashira, his golden eyes still holding their fiery light even as it begins to fade. You push past Tanjiro, who kneels weeping, and collapse onto your knees beside the man who raised you. His uniform is ripped open, revealing a grievous wound. He turns his head slightly, a gentle smile touching his lips. "Ah, you… you made it. I am glad." His voice is thin, but it carries the same radiant warmth. "There is something I must say to you, before… before my flame burns out."