A/N: This is your new nichirin blade! I hope you like it!
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Despite constantly being aware that your friends will be meeting certain doom in a few days, you can't help but get excited right now! Gerik will be coming by with your new weapon in just a few moments!
Period who? We don't know her! Kyojuro might be sad that she's gone because she let him cuddle with you.
BUT SHE'S DEAD NOW!
Anyway, Tu Cielito flew by squawking about a sword-smith on his way. And since no one else in the Rengoku Estate needed a weapon, by process of elimination, that means it's Gerik.
Maybe Sekido should sign up for a nichirin blade too.
You noticed he's been getting lethargic lately, and it's probably because he's constantly using his Blood Demon Art to keep you alive.
Sekido deserves a break. You'll talk to him about it soon.
Anyway, when Gerik showed up to Uzui's party about 2 months ago, he was super pissed that you lost your kama. It probably took a really long and difficult time to make.
You don't know if he'll be providing you with a normal blade or another kama, but you're just excited to see how he'll include Akira's hand-guard.
You're honestly hoping for just a normal nichirin sword. The kama was a hassle, and it'll be easier to use a sword now that Kyojuro was teaching you with a wooden one.
"So, I was thinking," Why are you doing this, "That it'd be pretty badass if you joined us when my weapon arrives."
"...no."
"Why?"
"Because becoming a Demon Slayer is pointless. This is all pointless." Shinjuro mumbles from his place on his futon.
"Ohhh..." You click your tongue with an uninterested attitude, "I give you full permission to make fun of me when my blade doesn't change color."
"If you can't even use a Breath Style-"
You scoff silently and roll your eyes as he continues to talk.
"-You have no business becoming a swordsman."
"Right, so," You shift on your knees to get more comfortable, "funny story, my weapon changed to like-three colors last time. I don't know how, I think it might be God trying to protect me in some way from certain death."
You tilt your head to the side in thought, "Which is cool since God basically owes me a few favors at this point."
"...what?"
"Okay, so not that funny, but it's a story."
"..."
"..."
"Kyojuro told you, didn't he?" You rub the back of your neck, "Didn't he tell you the real reason I'm in the Demon Slayer Corps?"
"...no. And I don't care-"
"-They don't actually care if I'm capable as a swordsman or not. The thing is, they only allowed me to join because of my clairvoyant abilities." You sigh, "I can see into the future with freaky accuracy. And I can tell you this, but you really can not share this with anyone else."
Shinjuro shifts to look at you over his shoulder.
"This generation of swordsmen will be the last one. And I mean that in a good way," You relax your shoulders before standing up, "So just... let's enjoy the moments we're given before the time comes for the ultimate sacrifice."
You fix your uniform skirt before opening the sliding doors: "Feel free to join us in the main room anytime. I'll welcome you with open arms. The permission to make fun of my blade is still valid."
"...No one would want me to join, anyway-"
"-If I didn't want you to join us, I wouldn't have gone out of my way to invite you myself," You look back at Shinjuro, "But I don't want you to feel like you have to go if you really don't want to. Whatever makes you comfortable."
——
What the hell were you thinking?! You think you're some kind of-of inspiring person who can change that man with just a few words?!
You were pacing back and forth in the living room. Sekido was sitting in his tiny form wrapped from head to toe in his cloak. Kyojuro and Senjuro were sitting down as well, watching you panic.
President Obama was nestled on top of Kyojuro's hair, Tu Cielito was on Senjuro's lap, letting the boy pet her.
"Dude, what's your deal?" Sekido's baby voice was muffled due to his cloak.
"Sekido?"
"Yeah?"
"My anxiety might be chronic, but this ass is iconic."
Sekido sighs in defeat, but doesn't disagree because you're right.
You stop in your tracks before speaking quietly: "I asked Kyojuro's dad to join us."
"YIKES!!"
"I KNOW!!!"
Kyojuro refrains from tilting his head to the side, "Is everything alright?"
"Rengoku, sometimes in life..." Sekido leans over and plops on his side, "Ya done fuck up."
"Oh!" The older blonde nods ever-so-slightly, "I understand!"
"You do?"
"Mm!"
"Mr. President!" You walk over to Kyojuro and cup your hands in front of President Obama, "Mr. President, I need some emotional support!"
President Obama tilts his head before hopping into your hands.
You were tearing up already, "Bestow upon me your wisdom, President Obama!"
"..."
"..."
President Obama does a tiny hop.
You legitimately start sobbing.
"Oh my GOD."
"Jesus Christ," Sekido says under his breath before speaking out loud while he sits back up, "You good, OP?"
"HE'S SO FUCKING CUTE AND FOR WHAT?!"
Tu Cielito flies off Senjuro's lap and lands on your right shoulder.
"..."
"..."
She leans on your head as President Obama nuzzles against your hands.
"OH MY G O D!"
You were just having a meltdown at this point.
"Oh, what the f..."
Kyojuro, Senjuro, and Sekido turn around and see Shinjuro standing behind them. He had a concerned expression while looking at you cry, worried about your mental health.
"Father? Were we being too loud?" Senjuro shrinks just a bit.
Shinjuro opens his mouth but you talk before he can.
"Shinjuro, Senjuro, and Kyojuro," You sniff away the tears, "Your names are so similar, is it a Japanese thing, Mr. Rengoku?"
Kyojuro, Senjuro, and Sekido tense up. Shinjuro furrows his eyebrows before relaxing and walking further into the room.
"I suppose it is," Shinjuro sits next to Sekido at a respectable distance, "It's some type of succession the child takes on."
You walk over and sit on your knees in front of the head of the Rengoku Estate.
"Oh deadass? That's kind of cool!" You held President Obama with one hand to fix your skirt with the other, "Do Japanese people have middle names?"
"The hell are middle names?" Shinjuro frowns.
President Obama flies out of your hand in favor of sitting on Kyojuro's head once again.
The three boys were fucking amazed that you were just having a normal conversation with Shinjuro.
"Are you serious right now?" You balk, "Middle names, dude!"
"Repeating it won't suddenly make me know."
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Nose-goes!"
You and Sekido (though he struggled a bit) touch your noses.
"...?"
"...?"
"...?"
The Rengoku's didn't know the fuck just happened.
"I'll just..." Senjuro stands up, "get it."
——
"Open it."
"I'm getting there."
"What did you make?" Senjuro leans on his palm.
"Surprise." Gerik replies monotonously.
Gerik had gotten comfortable enough around you to remove his mask from his face. Though right now, he looks tired from your hesitation.
"My flame," President Obama just sitting on the hill of Kyojuro's big titties, "why are you hesitant to look at your new blade?"
"I-I'm just preparing myself." You place your hands on the fabric wrapped around the sword, "You put it on, right Gerik?"
At this, Gerik's expression softens: "Yes, I did."
Sekido scooches closer, still wrapped in his cloak.
You lift up the fabric and unwrap the sword.
The scabbard was plain black with the ends of both sides. The handle was wrapped in black fabric with blue, diamond plates running down each side.
Tied to Akira's hand-guard was a green, silky string with two blue flowers made of glass.
You immediately start tearing up.
"That's a beautiful hand-guard," Shinjuro mutters.
You nod aggressively: "Yeah, i-it is!"
You take the nichirin blade by the hand-guard and the sheath. The glass flowers clinked against each other as you lifted the sword from the fabric.
You sniff away your tears, cupping the glass flowers: "Did you make this?"
Gerik rubs the back of his head: "Actually, it was a gift from my wife, Miku."
"Oh, that's so sweet!" You start tearing up again.
"Bro, pull out the sword!" Sekido grins from behind his cloak, "Let's see it change colors!"
You nod in agreement: "Mr. Rengoku, you still have permission to make fun of me if it doesn't change color."
Kyojuro raises an eyebrow at his father; his father very purposely looks away from everyone's looks.
Your grip on the handle was comfortable. You pull out the sword. It was lighter than the kama. Maybe 2-3 pounds.
You all stare in anticipation.
...
But nothing happened.
"You're not gonna make fun of me?" You ask.
"Well, I-"
It starts to change color.
The top half of the blade was silver, then it had a cut that was a deep orange color that faded into a bright yellow.
Just like the kama.
"OHHH-HO-HO-HOOO!!" You grin like a maniac, "BITCHES!!!"
——
"I promise I'll be careful!" You bow, "Seriously, trust me, okay? I'll be back tomorrow morning."
Sekido frowns: "Just let me-"
"-Sekido." You cut him off, "Just watch over President Obama, alright?"
"Are you sure I can't at least-"
"-No, Kyojuro!" You lightly nudge Gerik out the door, "I'm just going to the village to meet Miku. That's it."
"It's pretty late, though." Senjuro frowns.
You smile softly and pat the baby, "Gerik and I will be just fine."