#shinjurou rengoku

[iron-embers]

Working on some wips of Hatomi interactions, some with OCs, some an au with Shinjuro, and another inspired by something @echantedtoon wrote for me….I’m cooking!

And can’t forget about yoriichi

Hope ya like and stay tuned

[wavy-arms]

Everyday, I feel myself relating more and more to Rengoku Shinjurō.

I just want to lay in bed and read my book and I want everyone to leave me the fuck alone.

[character-reference-cafe]

Rengoku Shinjurou Hashira Character Sheet Fullbody

[princeblue]

I’m rewatching s2 in dub and this is the first time I’ve heard Shinjurou’s voice in English and it is… bad I have to say I do not fucks with it.

Senjuoru!!!!! However, my perfect cutie patootie boy.

[kimetsucollection]

[lydiathomas385]

"You look so much like your father.."

"But you have your mother's eyes.."

(Kyojuro kinda actually reminds me of ruka)

[pokochiiiiii]

Hollow knight style demon slayer characters part 4

(It took a long time to design the characters😭😭😭)

[demonslayedher]

I just went to an event that had hanging lanterns going for two hours, so now I have thoughts about what this means for Kankagari (hanging lantern watching), the Rengoku family meditative practice that results in yellow and red hair.

As a reminder, this information was revealed in the Taisho Secrets distributed at the first showings of Mugen Ressha in October of 2020. You can read all of them here, but here is just the translation of the Kankagari section:

Why do the men in the Rengoku family have hair like that?

The Rengoku family has long since had a practice called “Kankagari.” For the duration of their pregnancies, every seven days the wives will spend two hours gazing at a large flaming torch. This seems to be what causes the men in the family to have flame colored hair. That being said, it seems that it’s normally bad for a pregnant woman’s health to stare at large flames, so please don’t attempt this.

A few considerations, based on tonight's observation:

First consideration: The source of the fire.

Although the Taisho Secrets do not elaborate on this, many real life fire-related ceremonies use fire from a special source. This could add some depth to a fic that makes use of Kankagari. (As a reminder, the consensus among the Japanese fandom is that Kankagari is a meditative practice that only exists in the world of Kimetsu no Yaiba, so go set your heart ablaze and go wild. But as a side note, clacking sparks on someone's back before they embark on certain undertakings does have real life basis.)

First consideration: Smoke.

If writing Kankagari into a fic, you probably want to consider whether they're sitting outside, sitting inside and watching a hanging lantern outside, or sitting in a somehow very well ventilated room with a fireproof floor. If it's (more likely) outside, you'll want to consider the weather and the direction of the wind.

Third consideration: Fires need tending.

Over the course of two hours, there was a priest fussing about the lantern every five minutes or so. Aside from adding lots and lots of pre-chopped wood and stoking the fire to keep it going, he also was constantly wetting down the fallen, flaming wood to snuff it out. There was a hole dug under each lantern to catch most (but not all) of these often very big chunks, and the priest used a soaking wet broom made of straw and bamboo to put out those fires that fell.

This means that when an expectant Rengoku mother is practicing this meditation, she either:

--does this all herself, or

--someone else accompanies her for the duration of the two hours.

Perhaps centuries of Rengoku mothers had their relatives come help them with this, but as my own spot of input, yeah, I could see Shinjuro having done this for Ruka whenever his work allowed it. I could also see her very strong young son Kyojuro helping on a regular basis.

[iron-embers]

The day of my birth is here! I’m officially 24 today😅

Wanted to thank everyone who has followed and supported me this long even with a busy schedule!😂. With that being said here are some wips I have been working on, since I draw Kyojuro a lot, I’m obligated to draw the pink snowflake zebra from hell that murdered him too😭

(And yes, I’ll never stop drawing the dilf in slutty poses)

Hope ya like and stay tuned, I hope to update the shop soon once I have the time

[wavy-arms]

Remember that time Rengoku's dad gave a demon PTSD?

Good times. 🙃

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Rengoku Shinjurou Character Sheet Fullbody

[zombieforcefield]

Um, here pt.2

[mangalover4321]

Here are some memes relating to Requiem of a Redemption Chapter 36′s comments. (Jeez, I have everyone practically at the edge of their seat with this chapter!)

Check out the story in the link below!https://archiveofourown.org/works/32617699/chapters/80911855

[knysource]

[2demon2slayer]

rengoku stuff! and rengoku lives stuff because i've gotta

[minteayoongimakesmewoozi]

i'm still (yes, still!) thinking about the fits hashira au remix where ayame is the sabito to tanjirou's giyuu, and...

the rengoku family.

ayame's story has always been intertwined with the rengokus, and this au is no different. we still have shinjurou, kyoujurou and senjurou, but maybe ayame's shishou is shinjurou this time.

shinjurou finds ayame not long after her entirely family is slaughtered. he isn't quite as cynical as we see him in canon, so he offers to train her. he makes her his apprentice, and she trains alongside kyoujurou in those early years.

ayame is a year older than kyoujurou, but she teasingly calls him senpai. he's been training with shishou longer than she has, after all! between her training sessions with kyoujurou under shinjurou's steadily clearing eyes and helping them look after senjurou, she finds her smile after a couple years.

sometimes she leaves to train with tanjirou - with shinjurou's and urokodaki-san's blessing, of course. kyoujurou is hard-working, but shinjurou knows the importance of constantly sparring with a peer. he still thinks his apprentice and son have no talent for swordsmanship, that they would be better off doing something else, but it eases something within him to know that kyoujurou will have ayame to look out for him.

shinjurou never imagines ayame wouldn't come back from final selection.

senjurou is the one who greets tanjirou at the entrance. it's been a week after final selection and shinjurou already has a sake bottle in hand when he stumbles out to the genkan with kyoujurou.

instead of his apprentice, it is urokodaki-san's boy standing before him. he holds out ayame's seigaiha kimono with shaking hands, tears streaming down his cheeks.

ah, shinjurou thinks. so she died after all. just as he suspected, breath of flame simply isn't powerful enough.

"i'm sorry," whispers tanjirou.

shinjurou lifts his sake jug to his lips and takes a long drag. the bitterness in his throat, he tells himself, is merely the alcohol.

kyoujurou unfreezes himself. he pulls a crying senjurou into his arms, mouth opening and closing soundlessly.

"how?" he asks, even if the answer is plain to see.

"there... there was an oni. i was - i was injured, and she - she protected me. she took my mask and my - and she... she protected me. she protected everyone."

"ridiculous," shinjurou growls. "utterly useless."

at her strength, she should have known better. he thought he taught her better than that, but he was wrong. he should have known better; he wasn't a teacher. the only things he could teach fell apart when it mattered most.

what good is a flame hashira when they can't even protect what matters most?

he always knew she would never become a hashira. he just never thought she would fail to become a demon slayer.

"it's my fault," tanjirou sobs.

"no." shinjurou takes another swig of bitter, bitter sake. "it was her own fault. she was weak, and now she's dead."

"chichi-ue," kyoujurou gasps, pressing senjurou's face into his shoulder to muffle his brother's sobs. "don't say that about ayame-neesan!"

"don't be absurd! she was never going to amount to anything!" of course she wasn't. she was his apprentice. "of course she died. she was merely average. stop your pathetic crying."

perhaps this will serve as a lesson to kyoujurou. he should throw away his ambition of becoming a demon slayer. just like ayame, he wouldn't even survive final selection.

shinjurou spirals.

he drinks enough to blackout when kyoujurou leaves for final selection anyway. he doesn't try to dissuade him. let him learn that lesson the hard way.

kyoujurou makes it back - alive - but shinjurou knows it must be luck. sheer, foolhardy luck. none of his students will amount to anything.

he drinks to forget, but he always remembers.

until one day he can't even fulfil his duties. kyoujurou steps up, fiercely and without hesitation. a fool.

an idiot.

(he is as much shinjurou's apprentice as ayame was.)

"how do you know that name?" kyoujurou asks.

it's another bout of luck that he survived a battle with upper three. he will never be able to use breath of flame again, but he is alive.

sake is still bitter on shinjurou's tongue.

"huh?" the peach-haired boy who headbutted him utters.

"ayame-neesan," senjurou whispers, loud enough to be heard through the paper-thin walls. "no one... we don't talk about her."

"... she was rengoku-san's apprentice, wasn't she?"

"yes, but..." kyoujurou clears his throat uncomfortably. "she died long ago. years ago. before i joined the kisatsutai."

"did... d-did kamado-san tell you?" asks senjurou.

"ha! that depressed loner? i don't think he speaks to anyone, really."

"th-then how...?"

"eto... it's difficult to explain. do you - do you believe in ghosts, rengoku-san, senjurou-san?"

ghosts. of course they exist. shinjurou is haunted every single day.

he tunes out the foolhardy boy - the one who is a descendant of breath of sun users. someone who wields such power would never understand the loss that shinjurou knows intimately.

"she told me she had a message," sabito says. "she wasn't sure if that guy ever had a chance to give it."

"kamado-san doesn't speak to us," kyoujurou says, surprisingly frustrated. "if he relayed it to chichi-ue, we were unaware."

"oh." a pause. "well, ayame told me - that is, ayame-san said she wanted her shishou to know that she was grateful for everything. she wouldn't have gotten so far if it hadn't been for everything he had taught her."

"oh." then again, in a softer voice, "oh."

"ano..." sabito is speaking again. "that guy... his haori. it's... unique."

"seigaiha. because he's the water hashira." kyoujurou makes an uncertain sound. "senjurou and i gave it to him. it was ayame-neesan's."

"ah. i see."

"he blames himself," kyoujurou continues. "no matter how much i try to talk to him, he always avoids me. i guess it'll be easier now. for him."

"ah..."

"if you have something to say to - to kamado-san, you should say it, sabito-san. if it's really true... if you can talk to ayame-neesan even now..."

"somehow," a shaky laugh, "i feel like i shouldn't tell him."

"you should try anyway," kyoujurou says bluntly. "you're his tsuguko. he'll listen to you."

"... mn."

"don't pressure him, aniue."

"but - "

"thank you for your time," sabito interjects. "i learned a lot."

senjurou gives sabito a flame-shaped tsuba.

"it isn't mine," rengoku-san assures him. "it was actually meant to be ayame-neesan's. you should use it."

sabito jolts. "me?"

"yes. i think she wants to protect you. that was the kind of person she always was."

in some ways, sabito is glad that ayame only appears intermittently. she would be embarrassed otherwise.

he thinks about their last conversation - how she said something bound her to this plane of existence. for a really long time, he thought it was guilt over how she had left things with kamado-san.

maybe that wasn't all.

senjurou fidgets with the hem of his sleeves. "she would have preferred it if you had used it, aniue..."

rengoku-san laughs. it's wheezier than his booming laughter from before, but just as boisterous. "then i would have still passed it on to sabito shounen!"

"aniue..."

rengoku-san's expression turns solemn. "the one thing ayame-neesan always hated was feeling helpless. this way, at least a part of her can still offer protection - for your hands and katana, if nothing else. take care of it, sabito shounen."

the tsuba is brand new. there isn't a single scratch on it. it hasn't seen a day of battle. only where it was kept in rengoku-san's pocket all these years.

sabito wonders what ayame might have been like, if they had a chance to meet in this living world. he can see traces of her in senjurou's kindness, in rengoku-san's beautiful arcing movements. even if death, there is still something that remains.

ayame would be embarrassed to know that.

he should tell her the next time they see each other, he thinks.