30 Oct 2019
In ways known to each other, there is no point, apparently, in one being in the shadow and one claiming all the credit in the Water Boys. It’s very extreme, in an irony of a show of equality - either they both become a whole single Pillar by some miracle of Nature and Magic and The Laws, or they both reject the Pillar offer in their eerie twin-like way of speaking and being and existing.
That speaks volumes about how they function, seeing as the Tokitou twins concede defeat, as twins, after witnessing their interactions.
The reason Sabito isn't a Pillar yet is because of Tomioka, and the reason Tomioka isn't a Pillar yet is because of Sabito - and Urokodaki refuses to relinquish any more disciples of his beyond these two, so people will have to chip at it until one of these stubborn mules accept the post.
(Or from Tomioka-Sabito to Sabito-Giyuu, from two halves to a whole)
13 Oct 2021
09 Oct 2019
30 Jun 2021
"The stars began to show up on the sky, glittering and shimmering the whole night. It was nights like this that reminded him of his family when their father was still alive. They would put up a bonfire and dance around it, he would try to copy his father’s movements but always tripped and fell. It was there, on his little butt, the whole sky shining with bright yellow stars while his family's laughter could be heard from afar. He would put his tiny hand up, trying to grab one but to no avail. His father came and picked him up, his eyes still trailed on the sky, hoping in his little brave heart, he could have one to himself someday."
What is he? Why Tanjirou feels like he has to protect him at all cost? And will the said demon get in the way of Tanjirou's life mission?
08 Sep 2021
The newest Hashira was an oddity and a mystery. Only a few years older than Muichiro, but seemingly so much more a child. Loud and displeasing to the ear with constant wailing and the shedding of tears. Giyuu didn’t understand how a coward such as Agatsuma Zenitsu could ever have reached a rank such as theirs, particularly without even so much as a shred of evidence regarding his skill.
It was one of the very few things he and the other Hashira distinctly agreed upon. The boy did not belong. He was unfit to be a slayer, a protector. The boy was a liability, and now, every day he would disappear, up into the mountains of the prefecture they were in, in the middle of winter with Demons supposedly about.
In search of coal of all things.