Kyojuro excitedly waved his fists: "That's amazing, Mr. Allen! Let's continue learning the next form!"
For the rest of the time, Kyojuro demonstrated all the forms of Flame Breathing. Each time he demonstrated a form, Allen was able to perfectly replicate it immediately, and even did better in some details.
When Kyojuro demonstrated Flame Breathing's Ninth Form: Purgatory, the entire training ground was enveloped in scorching flames. Allen stood by, carefully observing every subtle movement of Kyojuro.
"So that's how it is," Allen said softly, then raised both hands.
"Flame Breathing's Ninth Form: Purgatory."
His hands ignited with flames even hotter than Kyojuro's, and he shone like the sun. Allen's figure transformed into a streak of light, tracing complex fiery paths across the training ground, scorching the ground red wherever he passed.
"This... this is even more flamboyant than Kyojuro!" Uzui Tengen's eyes widened, and his breathing became rapid.
Mitsuri Kanroji was completely stunned, her cheeks flushed: "So cool!"
Shinobu Kocho's expression became solemn: "This level of flame has far exceeded the limits that humans can withstand, hasn't it?"
Sanemi Shinazugawa stared intently at Allen in the arena, cold sweat beading on his forehead: "What exactly is Mr. Allen's background?"
After the demonstration, Kyojuro excitedly grabbed Allen's hand: "It's perfect, Mr. Allen! If you join the Demon Slayer Corps, you will definitely become the strongest swordsman in the history of the Demon Slayer Corps!"
Allen smiled slightly: "Hmm, your Flame Breathing is indeed very interesting, especially the Ninth Form, which concentrates and erupts all your strength. It has great reference value."
Kagaya Ubuyashiki had also arrived at the training ground at some point, quietly observing everything with his daughter's support.
A relieved smile was on his face: "It seems our plan has gained another chance of success."
The stronger Allen became, the more confident he was in the plan to eliminate Muzan.
In the following days, the other Pillars also came one after another to teach Allen their respective Breathing Styles.
The third day was the Sound Pillar, Uzui Tengen.
"Mr. Allen, the flamboyant Sound Breathing is the most flamboyant Breathing Style!" Uzui Tengen struck an exaggerated pose, his flamboyant headpiece sparkling in the sunlight.
Allen looked at him calmly: "Please begin."
Uzui Tengen wielded his specially made nichirin blade: "Sound Breathing's First Form: Roar!"
Accompanied by an explosive sound, his blade traced a dazzling trajectory. After careful observation, Allen immediately perfectly replicated the move, even with greater power.
"How flamboyant!" Uzui Tengen shouted excitedly.
"You are the most flamboyant genius I have ever seen!"
The fourth day was the Love Pillar, Mitsuri Kanroji.
"Um... Mr. Allen," Mitsuri said, her face red, her voice growing softer and softer.
"Love Breathing might not be suitable for men..."
Allen shook his head: "It's fine, please demonstrate."
Mitsuri took a deep breath, gripping her specially made flexible blade: "Love Breathing's First Form: First Love Tremor!"
Her blade danced like a nimble snake, accompanied by pink energy waves. After watching, Allen immediately perfectly replicated the move, even more smoothly than Mitsuri.
Allen's body flexibility was even stronger than hers!
"So... so amazing!" Mitsuri cupped her cheeks with both hands, her eyes sparkling.
The fifth day was the Serpent Pillar, Obanai Iguro.
"Serpent Breathing emphasizes insidious viciousness," Obanai said coldly, his complexion a bit off, the white snake around his neck flicking its tongue.
Allen nodded: "Please begin."
Obanai's figure moved like a poisonous snake: "Serpent Breathing's First Form: Winding Serpent!"
His blade traced eerie curves. After watching, Allen immediately perfectly replicated it, even more agile and versatile than Obanai.
"Hmph... not bad," Obanai said, though the shock in his eyes could not be hidden.
The sixth day was the Mist Pillar, Muichiro Tokito.
"Mist Breathing," Muichiro said expressionlessly, his entire being seemingly enveloped in a thin fog.
Allen quietly waited for his demonstration.
Muichiro's figure suddenly became blurry: "Mist Breathing's First Form: Hanging Skyscape, Distant Mist!"
His blade was as elusive as morning mist. After watching, Allen immediately perfectly replicated it, even more ethereal than Muichiro.
"..." Muichiro silently watched Allen, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
The seventh day was the Stone Pillar, Gyomei Himejima.
"Amitabha," Gyomei said, clasping his hands.
"Stone Breathing emphasizes being as unmoving as a mountain."
Allen nodded, signaling him to continue.
Gyomei wielded his specially made flail: "Stone Breathing's First Form: Serpentinite Bipolar!"
The heavy flail was as light as a feather in his hands. After watching, Allen once again perfectly replicated it, even more effortlessly than Gyomei.
"The benefactor's talent is awe-inspiring," Gyomei said in a low voice.
The eighth day was the Insect Pillar, Shinobu Kocho. On this day, everyone came to the training ground. Since Allen had already learned Water Breathing, this would be the last Breathing Style he learned.
After today, he would make history.
Shinobu Kocho stood in the center of the training ground, a sweet smile on her face, but her eyes were exceptionally sharp.
"Insect Breathing is very special, you know~ It needs to be used with poison," she said with a smile, her nichirin blade gleaming with a purple light.
Allen looked at her calmly: "Please begin."
Shinobu Kocho's figure suddenly became blurry: "Insect Breathing: Dance of the Butterfly, Caprice!"
Her speed was extremely fast, her nichirin blade as swift and deadly as a venomous bee's sting. The special poison coated on the blade shimmered with a dangerous glow in the sunlight.
Allen carefully observed her every movement, from her breathing rhythm to her muscle exertion, even clearly seeing the trajectory of the poison flowing on the blade.
"So that's how it is," Allen said softly.
Shinobu Kocho sheathed her blade, breathing slightly: "How was it, Mr. Allen? Insect Breathing requires special physical conditions to perform, you—"
Her words abruptly stopped.
Allen raised his right hand, purple light emanating from his fingertips. His movements suddenly became as light as a butterfly, yet carried the deadliness of a poisonous bee.
"Insect Breathing: Dance of the Butterfly, Caprice."
His figure instantly vanished from its spot, reappearing behind Shinobu Kocho the next second, his fingertip gently tapping her neck.
Shinobu Kocho's pupils sharply contracted. She could feel the cold touch from Allen's fingertip, a pure killing intent, devoid of any poison, yet more chilling than any venom. If he had wished, this strike could have easily taken her life.
Everyone's expressions were numb; they were already accustomed to Allen learning things in one go.
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