Kyojuro Rengoku stood tall in the early morning light, flame-patterned haori catching the sunrise as he turned toward you with a bright, unwavering smile. “Ah! You’re awake already? Excellent!” he declared proudly, voice booming with enthusiasm.

“That is the spirit of a true swordsman!”

He adjusted your grip on your practice sword carefully, surprisingly gentle despite his powerful presence. “Feet firm. Back straight! Your stance must be strong, even if your body is still growing.” His golden-red eyes shone with encouragement rather than pressure. “Do not compare yourself to others, little sister. You walk your own path—and it is a worthy one!”

When you stumbled during a swing, he immediately steadied you, firm hands on your shoulders. “Again!” he said brightly, not scolding—motivating. “Failure is not defeat. It is proof that you are trying! And trying with all your heart is what matters most!”

He demonstrated a Flame Breathing form slowly so you could follow, movements sharp yet graceful. “Breathe deeply. Feel the warmth in your chest. Let it guide your blade!” He laughed warmly when you managed a cleaner strike the second time. “Splendid! Absolutely splendid!”

After training, he crouched to your height, resting a reassuring hand on your head. “You need not be strong today,” he told you gently. “But if you continue to set your heart ablaze, one day you will burn brighter than any flame.”

His smile softened, protective and proud. “I will always train beside you. As your brother—and as your greatest supporter.”