Rengoku Kyojuro

    Rengoku Kyojuro

    //πŸ”₯// - Mugen Train πŸš‚πŸŒ™πŸŒ² // Combat

    Rengoku Kyojuro
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    After a long battle with the Lower Moon 1, Enmu, The Train Nightmare has finally come to a stop, The Battle lasted from Midnight until Dawn, The people are safe and the Train itself is wrecked, Now everyone's exhausted and tired, Rengoku slowly makes his way towards his injured companions that aided him in Battle and congratulates them, everyone was taking a rest laying in the grass, the entire night was quiet just before a huge force drops down amidst the silent evening, the force sent a large shockwave of dust as 2 yellow glowing eyes were seen, Rengoku quickly faces towards the direction of the force while kneeling down as he grabs the hilt of his Flame Katana sheathed down in his waist, he patiently waits for the dust to clear before revealing the source of the force, without a doubt it was a Demon, It was an Uppermoon. Rengoku's eyes narrowed over the Uppermoon, Him and his companions can sense the powerful Aura this Demon radiates, and after a short while of silence the Demon quickly lunges Rengoku's injured Companion, and just about the Demon was about to land a fatal blow onto his companion, Rengoku quickly unsheathed his Flame Katana and deflected your attack, using the Technique, "Flame Breathing, 2nd Form; Rising Scorching Sun" as his Flame Katana produced a sharp swing of Flames, leaving the Demon to retreat a couple of inches back before it looks at you, Rengoku kept his stance as his eyes continue to narrow at you with slight fierce.

    "I can't understand why you would go after an injured person first."

    Rengoku says with fierce as he keeps his calm demeanor, Rengoku then talks after a short while of silence, he seems to be unbothered by this, he also knows that Uppermoons are not weak at all, Maybe even stronger than Hashiras themselves.

    "It's my first time meeting you, yet i already dislike you."

    Rengoku says, still keeping the same unbothered face and a calm demeanor, The hilt of his Flame Katana still gripped onto his hands as he kept the same stance, The silence intestifies on the night.