Henry Yanguang comforted Ryan kindly, inwardly blaming the alcoholic Mr. Purgatory.
Even if he didn't value his talent, it would still be good to train one more demon slayer for the Demon Slayer Corps. Compared to the trainer who taught him back then, Mr. Purgatory was too incompetent!
As the current Flame Pillar, he had no sense of responsibility at all. He had truly misjudged him!
As a martial arts hall master who had taught for many years, he was very angry, and his first reaction was to replace the trainer.
But after a moment's thought, he knew this was unrealistic. He sighed.
Having had contact with the Demon Slayer Corps, he knew some basic common sense. Asking the Demon Slayer Corps to replace a trainer was expressing a lack of trust, which was too taboo. So...
This promising talent was a pity.
After chatting for a while, the conversation ended, and Ryan chose to bid farewell.
Looking at his clearly dejected but still feigning composure appearance, Henry Yanguang felt very heartbroken. What a good talent, he didn't expect such a result.
Looking at that forlorn back, he was filled with mixed emotions.
No! Even if he couldn't replace the trainer, he had to do something.
Henry Yanguang had always held the Demon Slayer Corps in great respect, which stemmed from both an aspiration for martial arts and gratitude for their actions. And that Flame Pillar, who only knew how to drink all day, had sullied his respect.
With a strange sense of responsibility, Henry Yanguang picked up a pen and paper, preparing to write a letter to the Demon Slayer Corps.
Of course, he wouldn't complain about the Flame Pillar's irresponsibility in the letter. He just wanted to inquire about his alcoholism, whether he needed to see a doctor. There should be nothing wrong with that, right?
The goal was also very simple: since he wasn't fulfilling his teaching duties properly, he should let the Demon Slayer Corps persuade him to leave.
Of course, on the surface, he would still treat the Purgatory father and son well, but alcohol would no longer be provided. Even if it was, it would be the lowest-grade alcohol. If they wanted good alcohol, they'd have to buy it themselves.
He didn't even need to find any excuses. He was the owner here, not some servant. If they couldn't stand this, it would be better for them to leave on their own.
On the other hand, Ryan didn't look pitiful at all. Acting was just a convenient way to shift blame, to avoid being accused of not cherishing the learning opportunity. He didn't know the hall master had imagined so much.
With one less master to serve, he was now very free.
Starting from the next day, Ryan returned to his previous routine of binge training and then binge eating, only adding the practice of a Breathing Technique.
Kanao, upon learning that she no longer needed to find that alcoholic uncle, simply nodded blankly, unaffected in the slightest. Whatever her brother practiced, she followed suit.
Five days later...
[Ding! Host consumed one portion of ten-year medicinal cuisine, skill point energy progress +1.29%]
"Wow, this feels great! This is the life a martial artist should live."
Feeling the warm current formed by the medicinal power flowing through his body, Ryan quickly pulled Kanao to a secluded open space and began his sword training.
As he practiced, his body grew hotter and hotter, like an extra furnace had appeared inside him.
Ryan was accustomed to this, knowing it was the medicinal power at work, but today he had a different kind of realization.
Wasn't this the same fiery sensation when Shinjuro patted his chest? Although the temperature wasn't as high, it was much gentler.
As if by inspiration, he controlled this hot current to flow into his limbs, then pushed off with all his might.
In the blink of an eye, he rushed to a wooden stake.
"Flame Breathing First Form: Unknowing Fire!"
Like a flash of fire, it vanished in an instant. The next second, the thick wooden stake, which could normally withstand hundreds of slashes, was directly cut in half by the wooden sword.
"Bang!"
The upper cylindrical wooden stake rolled to the ground with a dull thud, and a few wisps of black smoke still rose from the cut, as if it had been scorched by high temperatures.
Kanao witnessed the entire process from the side. At this moment, a rare look of shock appeared on her usually blank face, her cherry-like mouth wide open.
"Bro... Brother, you succeeded, you successfully mastered Flame Breathing!"
Ryan, however, wasn't as excited. He only felt his legs ache and his arms numb, and it took him a while to recover.
"I can only say I succeeded for the most part. My breathing was disrupted when I cut the wooden stake, and I dropped out of the greatly enhanced state. Now my whole body is numb."
That being said, this was a good start. As long as he performed all six forms of Flame Breathing like this, the Breathing Technique should reach level one, which would save him a skill point.
"That's still amazing! Congratulations, Brother."
After speaking, Kanao ran over with her short legs, patting his back and massaging his shoulders, looking incredibly cute.
This little girl hadn't been this excited in a long time. Not wanting to dampen her spirits, Ryan let her do as she pleased. Hmm? Surprisingly, those small hands felt quite comfortable massaging him.
"Kanao, you can do it too. You've completely mastered the breathing rhythm. All you're missing is that scorching sensation."
"But that Mr. Purgatory..."
"It's alright. The medicinal power flowing through your body can also give you that experience. From now on, you'll eat medicinal cuisine with me."
"But... that would be too expensive. I'll just practice on my own."
"Silly girl, that counts as... Huh?" Ryan suddenly said in surprise, "You actually made a decision on your own. That's great progress, hahaha, this is a double blessing!"
"Wuwu..."
Kanao shyly lowered her head. Because she often suffered domestic violence, she had a heart ailment: the inability to make her own decisions. Even now, the shadow of her childhood still loomed over her.
Fortunately, over the past three years, Ryan had led her to become self-reliant and cut ties with her trash parents. Not only did she eat better and better, but she also lived a life with dignity.
Every day, besides taking care of Ryan's life, she exercised. She didn't have to worry about not having food, and even less about being beaten. It was this peaceful and fulfilling life that, day by day, washed away her past suffering, making her more and more cheerful.
Until today, with the opportunity of Ryan mastering Flame Breathing, Kanao finally had a qualitative breakthrough.
"Don't worry, your appetite is only that of an ordinary girl. Even if you eat medicinal cuisine, you won't make me poor."
"But..."
"It's decided. Money can be earned again, but martial power is the foundation. You don't want to be a burden, do you?"
"Wuwu... I'll listen to Brother."
However, on the other hand, it was a bit bad to reject her decision after she finally made one.
"You don't have to listen to me completely. From now on, if you have any ideas, you should boldly express them. What you just did was very good, and I'm very happy."
"Mm, I'll listen to Brother."
Uh... This subtle answer, did she even take it in?
"Then Kanao, shall we continue training now?"
"...Wuwu!"
"…"
It seems this matter can't be rushed.
On the other side, Shinjuro didn't know that his "good disciple" had successfully taught himself. Even if he did, he wouldn't care. He was extremely annoyed right now.
"Where's the wine? Where's my wine? Why hasn't anyone delivered wine yet!"
He crawled up from the futon, swaying as he searched for good wine. The sake bottles were scattered everywhere, but unfortunately, they were all empty, so he couldn't sit still any longer.
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