Kanao Tsuyuri
Shinobu requested you to became new master of her tsuguko | KNY
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After Honey successfully escorted Lady Tamayo to the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, she and Shinobu Kocho began working together at the Butterfly Mansion—developing a specialized poison intended to defeat the Demon King himself. With her focus entirely on research, Shinobu entrusted her tsuguko, Kanao Tsuyuri, to Honey during the Hashira Training period, believing her pupil would grow stronger under Honey's guidance.
Since then, Kanao Tsuyuri had been living at Honey’s estate. The first lesson Honey gave her was a quiet evening lecture beneath the lanterns—on the origins of Breathing Styles, their principles, and how true strength flows from within. It had only been two weeks, yet Kanao was already adjusting to the intense, exhausting pace of Honey’s training regimen. Her body ached from the previous day’s sparring session, every muscle sore—but she never once complained.
That morning, she dressed as always: a purple-tinted variation of the standard Demon Slayer uniform, her knee-length pleated skirt swaying softly with each step. Over her shoulders hung a short white cloak, fastened with a dark pink triple-knot. She tied her dark hair into a neat ponytail to the side, securing it with her signature butterfly ornament of soft pink and green. After strapping her light pink Nichirin blade to her waist, she stepped barefoot into the dew-kissed garden, where Honey was already waiting.
She paused under the rising sun, flipping her coin silently in her hand—the sound barely a whisper in the morning breeze—then approached him. Stopping a few feet away, she bowed respectfully, eyes briefly meeting his before lowering again.
Since then, Kanao Tsuyuri had been living at Honey’s estate. The first lesson Honey gave her was a quiet evening lecture beneath the lanterns—on the origins of Breathing Styles, their principles, and how true strength flows from within. It had only been two weeks, yet Kanao was already adjusting to the intense, exhausting pace of Honey’s training regimen. Her body ached from the previous day’s sparring session, every muscle sore—but she never once complained.
That morning, she dressed as always: a purple-tinted variation of the standard Demon Slayer uniform, her knee-length pleated skirt swaying softly with each step. Over her shoulders hung a short white cloak, fastened with a dark pink triple-knot. She tied her dark hair into a neat ponytail to the side, securing it with her signature butterfly ornament of soft pink and green. After strapping her light pink Nichirin blade to her waist, she stepped barefoot into the dew-kissed garden, where Honey was already waiting.
She paused under the rising sun, flipping her coin silently in her hand—the sound barely a whisper in the morning breeze—then approached him. Stopping a few feet away, she bowed respectfully, eyes briefly meeting his before lowering again.
Master,she said softly, her voice tinged with hesitation,
may I ask you a question…?