Zenitsu Hashira (Alternate Universe) "Which of the other Hashira should I continue with? Trivia (With drawing included)
Tengen Uzui
shinobu
Mitsuri
Tomioka
Sanemi
Rengoku
 GyĆmei Himejima
MuichirĆ Tokito
Obanai Iguro
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@nicol-chan
Zenitsu Hashira (Alternate Universe) "Which of the other Hashira should I continue with? Trivia (With drawing included)
Tengen Uzui
shinobu
Mitsuri
Tomioka
Sanemi
Rengoku
 GyĆmei Himejima
MuichirĆ Tokito
Obanai Iguro
Lo que tengo de momento. Lo voy a pasar a digital mĂĄs tarde.
Noooo. MI niño đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș
DebiĂł dolor como la putada eso.
I may be working on a comic of the Zenitsu's :>
Haslo haslo haslo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Finally got it done. I really wanted to draw them too. Hope you enjoy it!"
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@tired-writer-in-progress @flamink
Zenitsu Hashira. (Alternate Universe)--Tokito.
Single part
@nicol-chan @tired-writer-in-progress our zens~
And some differences hahaah
I love him
@nicol-chan (left) & @flamink(right)'s Zenitsus bcs I was bored
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@nicol-chan (left) & @flamink(right)'s Zenitsus bcs I was bored
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Zenitsu Hashira. (Alternate Universe)--Tomioka.
Single part
@freshie-owo fanart for chapter 17~đ
"He writhes under Tengenâs touch, limbs flailing, laughing and laughing and laughing.
Tengen canât help it. He laughs, too."
I can't help but just imagine Zenitsu having brought the spark of life back into Tengen's eyes with his birth, only to take it with him and disappearing. I just can't help but imagine the kind of expression Tengen must have made then, having Zenitsu laughing by his administrations instead of being deathly afraid of his touch. To have the final piece of his heart beginning to accept him must have been the most exhilarating feeling in the world.
Suma don't play about her baby she fucking TOSSED HIM TO THE OTHER STREET(LITERALLY). Honestly I love how for her gentleness and whining, she does not hesitate to charge because she knew she could K.O. this man in an instant. Once again, Zenitsu sharing similarity with one of his mothers. 'Weak' until his family is involved.
Next chapter prediction Tengen does not play about his baby either he just got him back he ain't about to let ANYBODY come in and be a roadblock to his dream of a peaceful life with his family let this man murder a hoe/silly
@freshie-owo fanart for chapter 17~đ
"He writhes under Tengenâs touch, limbs flailing, laughing and laughing and laughing.
Tengen canât help it. He laughs, too."
I can't help but just imagine Zenitsu having brought the spark of life back into Tengen's eyes with his birth, only to take it with him and disappearing. I just can't help but imagine the kind of expression Tengen must have made then, having Zenitsu laughing by his administrations instead of being deathly afraid of his touch. To have the final piece of his heart beginning to accept him must have been the most exhilarating feeling in the world.
Suma don't play about her baby she fucking TOSSED HIM TO THE OTHER STREET(LITERALLY). Honestly I love how for her gentleness and whining, she does not hesitate to charge because she knew she could K.O. this man in an instant. Once again, Zenitsu sharing similarity with one of his mothers. 'Weak' until his family is involved.
Next chapter prediction Tengen does not play about his baby either he just got him back he ain't about to let ANYBODY come in and be a roadblock to his dream of a peaceful life with his family let this man murder a hoe/silly
idk why ppl keep assuming zenitsu got groomed when thats probably not the case at all. from canon material, we know that he was abandoned by his parents without a name, engaged seven times, and was put in debt before meeting jigoro. we also get the information that the ex-fiances talked behind his back, tricked him, used him as a slave, robbed him, and didn't let him hold their hands... so why would they groom him if they didnt let him touch them? sure, we can say that hes groomed because of the detail that he knew what the red light district is but remember that hes canonically a city boy, so of course hes gonna know what that place is.
Confession 60.
"Probably not the case at all"
"engaged seven times, and was put in debt before meeting jigoro. we also get the information that the ex-fiances talked behind his back, tricked him, used him as a slave, robbed him, and didn't let him hold their hands.."
>says he wasn't groomed
>goes on to describe literal grooming
Anyway. It's literally canon Zenitsu was groomed by his exes. Grooming does not have to be sexual for it to be grooming. Additionally all but like one of his exes were adults. The one who wasn't was about Aoi's age and Zenitsu would've been significantly younger when he "dated" her. It's still gross and abusive for his exes to agree to date him at all even if they weren't intimate with him.
People don't point out he was groomed because he knows what a red light district is. People point out he was groomed because his exes were significantly older than him.
Cooked em
"He had forgotten for a moment.Zenitsu was a Hashira.He was one of them.Despite everything.Despite looking like a lost child.
Despite trembling and crying and seeking shelter behind others.
He had gotten there with hands stained by decisions none of them wanted to make.
He had killed his superior."
"Maybe⊠seeing Kamado fight for his sister, maybe that hope had touched him more than he himself understood."
@nicol-chan ! Part 1 of Tengen and Zenitsu wua
Much love! I enjoy your AU very much
đđđđIt sounds so good to you, and using those words in my writing makes it even better. Because those were the very words I wanted to convey Zenitsu's pain.
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"ÂżSabes? Mi Zenitsu y tĂș no son tan diferentes."
"ÂżEso crees?"
Es un wip pero mi AU Aoi conoce a tu AU Zenitsu :>
Mi niño ... Creo Aoi estarĂa algo enternecida al ver mi Zenitsu, ya que le recordarĂa como era Zenitsu antes. Pero tambiĂ©n al ver a pesar del dolor aun es capas de ser el mismo.
aun que tambiĂ©n creo que mi Zenitsu se pondrĂa avergonzado y rojo ya que escucharĂa los sentimiento de Aoi cuando habla de su Zenitsu,
Por puro coincidente, justo momento que voy a postear esto me dio un follow! Jejejeje
@nicol-chan si me encanto su diseño de Zenitsu! El y Mitsuri son los cuties del equipo jajajaja
AAAA FDIOS ESTĂ HERMOSO. HERMOSO. ME ENCANTĂ.
Zenitsu Hashira. (Alternate Universe)
Part Second
His wives weren't responding.
Nothing since they had been sent on a mission to the Red District. And for someone like him, used to being in control, uncertainty was a slow poison.
Oyakata-sama, with his serene tone, had given him permission to act.
âDo not face this alone. Choose wisely whom you will take with you.
And so, Tengen prepared himself.
His first choice was quick: Aoi Kanzaki.
She was capable, discreet, had been trained by Shinobu. But the moment he suggested she come, the girl turned pale.
âT-Tengen-sama⊠I don't want to⊠pleaseâŠ
She tried to mask her fear with politeness, but Tengen had a good ear, and the tremble in her voice was as clear as thunder on a moonless night.
For a moment, the shinobi trained to see others as pieces felt tempted to insist. But something inside him... stopped. And as if summoned, that voice cut through him.
âDon't do it! Tengen-sanâTengen might've found it amusing that the boy dared use his name so casually. But he was worried about his wives, and could only look at him with irritation. The Hashira. The second youngest. The most emotional. And, lately, the hardest to deal with.
âDon't take her! âhe repeated, eyes glossy, posture tenseâ. Aoi is a Demon Slayer, yes, but she's also a healer. She's here to save us when we come back half-dead. Tengen narrowed his eyes. There was arrogance in his words⊠and yet, they didnât ring false. They were desperate. Human. Like everything that came out of that boy who cried easily, but didnât back down when it mattered.
âStay out of what doesnât concern you, Zenitsu âhe said in a low tone, more exasperated than threatening.
And yet, he glanced sideways at him.
Zenitsu was still pale, with dark circles. The wound from the battle against the Upper Moon still affected him, though he hid it well. Rengoku had told him everything: how the boy had thrown himself into the fight without hesitation, how they fought side by side when things became unsustainable.
And, despite everything, here he was. Standing. Defending a girl who could barely raise her voice. Once again putting himself between others and danger.
Heâd already done it with the Kamado siblings.
And on the Train, he fought until he passed out to make sure no one else died.
Tengen had barely opened his mouth to scold Zenitsu when Tanjiro and Inosuke appeared suddenly, like actors entering before their cue. Tanjiro firmly asked to go with him, and
Inosuke, yelling like a possessed boar, promised they'd kick asses and find his wives.
Tengen looked at them for a moment, somewhere between exasperated and⊠touched. Three bratsâone injured, one with a will of steel, and the third roaring like a beast. He didnât know if it was luck or madness.
And yetâŠ
Zenitsu with the tears held back.
For a second, he thought of refusing. Of taking Aoi anyway.
But when his eyes returned to Zenitsu âwith his hands clenched, lips tremblingâ, something inside him gave way. He was tired. Worried. And yes, guilty.
Because even though he was a Hashira, even though he was a shinobi, he couldnât help but feel there was something cruel in using those who didnât want to be there.
Tengen accepted and told them that the three of them would go with him, but warned that if they made noise, ruined the mission, or cried too much in public, he would leave them dressed as oiran and tied up in a brothel until someone rescued them. And when Zenitsu lowered his head, with a barely audible sob,
Tengen clicked his tongue.
Talking strategy with a trio of impulsive teenagers was not Tengen Uzuiâs ideal definition of elegance. Even less so when one of them âa Hashira, no lessâ looked like heâd sucked on a lemon since he started talking about his wives.
Tengen unfolded a map of the Red Light District, marking the entertainment houses where his wives had been infiltrated.
âThe Tokito House. The Kyogoku. And the Ogimoto. My wives infiltrated each one of them, but they have stopped sending information for days. We will split up. You will go disguised and work on gathering intel.
Then, he noticed Zenitsuâs gaze fixed on him. Furrowed brow, eyes narrowed. And not because of the strategy.
âDid you say⊠wives? âthe boy asked, with a mixture of bewilderment and offense that almost made Tengen laugh.
âThree ârepeated Tengen with a triumphant air.
The Hashira blinked. Then did it again, as if hoping he would correct himself.
But no. Tengen smiled with all the shine of his eccentricity.
âIf you had accepted any of my many dinner invitations, you wouldâve known that a while ago âhe added dramatically.
Zenitsu murmured something, not looking at him.
A sour grumble, almost inaudible⊠to anyone but someone like Tengen.
âThree⊠Three⊠You canât be that handsome, strong, brilliant, and on top of that have three wives⊠Thatâs hogging⊠I give up. âThe boy seemed to be throwing a tantrum âWhy keep trying? If someone like Tengen-sama already has triple of what one could dream of⊠And here I am, keeping a promise not to marry to honor my grandfather⊠and I donât even have anyone to break it with.
Tengen, who wanted to be serious, couldnât help but laugh. Still laughing, he leaned toward him and ruffled his hair.
Tanjiro watched them closely, and for a moment it seemed he was going to intervene to say something, but then he smiled warmly. Inosuke, meanwhile, was already crouched, sniffing the ground like an animal, eating the scraps that had fallen.
The group set off toward the district. And thatâs when he noticed it.
Zenitsuâs face was red to the ears. His eyes were fixed on the ground and his hands covering his ears.
âWhatâs wrong now, Bright Hashira? Did someone elseâs makeup scare you? âTengen asked with a half smile, unable to resist teasing him.
Zenitsu trembled slightly, still covering himself.
âMy ear⊠doesnât just pick up sounds âhe whisperedâ. I hear emotions. Desires. Intentions. Here⊠everything is confusing. My head burns⊠Iâm trying to concentrate to listen to the demon⊠but I didnât regulate my ability well.
Tengen stood still for a moment.
That caught him by surprise.
An ear like that⊠even more refined than his. He hadnât expected it.
He gave him a different look. Not mocking. Not annoyed. But one of true respect. But since it wasnât his style to give compliments, he just clicked his tongue.
âThen you go first âhe said sarcasticallyâ. If you can hear that much, I want detailed reports on whoâs lying with their eyelashes and who really keeps secrets. Zenitsu looked at him as if he didnât know whether he was serious.
Then came the fun part. The disguise.
Tengen dragged them to one of the contact houses that still owed him favors. They sat in front of the mirrors and the transformation began.
Tanjiro was easy. He stayed still, smiling, not saying a word while they painted him. Inosuke squirmed, protesting that he wanted to eat.
And thenâŠ
Zenitsu.
âNo. Not even dead. âhe said, pushing the brush awayâ Iâll do my own makeup! âWhat kind of diva are you? âTengen growledâ Let someone with experience do it, bright boy!
âYouâre going to make me ugly on purpose! With those horrible colors! I have dignity! âthe blond snapped, puffing his cheeksâ I know how to put on makeup without looking like a snotty ghost. Look at how you left Tanjiro and Inosuke! Tanjiro tried to mediate, as always.
âSurely you can do it well, Zenitsu⊠but if you draw too much attention, we wonât be able to⊠âTanjiro tried to reason with him.
âMAKING ME UGLY DRAWS MORE ATTENTION!! âZenitsu shouted, on the verge of tearsâ People will wonder why the three of us look like someone threw makeup on our faces.
Tengen put a hand to his face.
âThis isnât a beauty contest, brat, itâs an infiltration mission!
âThen donât ruin my face!
Finally, Tengen raised both hands as if surrendering.
âDo whatever you want. Put on your own makeup. But if a single person suspects because of you, Iâll have you selling sweets at the entrance while we work.
Zenitsu huffed, crossed his arms, and began to do his makeup with the skill of someone who clearly had practice⊠which worried Tengen for reasons he decided not to explore.
Tanjiro sighed. Inosuke was eating everything in his path.
And Tengen⊠well, Tengen felt exhausted, yes. But between worrying about his wives and the chaos with these kids, there was something else.
Tengen watched them one by one, arms crossed and the serious expression of a theater director seeing his cast for the first time.
Tanjiro and Inosuke⊠well, he wouldnât lie to himself. He had purposely done a bad job with their makeup. Inosuke looked like broken porcelain. Tanjiro was⊠too neat, too obvious. They didnât want to draw attention for the wrong reasons. A touch of sloppiness here and there was more armor than mistake.
But ZenitsuâŠ
Zenitsu was another problem. Since he had done his own makeup, that was the problem. He wasnât outrageously beautiful, nor did he have sharp eyes or the brutal magnetism of a courtesan.
But there was something about him.
An honest warmth, perhaps.
And when he walked, even nervous, eyes followed him.
House owners, hostesses, even some assistants⊠they didnât see him as just a âgirl.â They saw him as an investment.
Tengen stayed close, arms crossed, eyes scrutinizing every gesture.
And then Zenitsu approached him, lips tight and a slight tremor in his hands. But when he spoke, his voice was determined.
âI heard a sound⊠almost imperceptible âhe said seriouslyâ Very faint, almost asleep, like when a demon holds itself back for a long time. Itâs coming from that house âhe pointed to one half a block away, the Kyogoku House.
Tengen squinted.
âAnd you think youâll infiltrate there alone? âhe asked, raising an eyebrow. Zenitsu nodded.
âI can say my skills are cooking, cleaning⊠although I hate it⊠âhe added with a poutâ I also know how to play the shamisen. Professionally. Tengen stared at him. The boy, all nerves and complaints, had just put on a serious face in the heart of the Red District.
âPlay the shamisen? âTengen repeated, half amusedâ Whatâs next? Youâre going to sell yourself alone? Maybe youâll get a good price.
Zenitsu puffed his cheeks indignantly.
âIâm not saying that! But knowing you, youâd probably sell me as a cleaner!
âYou could get a good sum âTengen joked, elbowing himâ Limited edition bright Hashira. We accept payments in silk kimonos.
The tantrum was seconds from exploding. Zenitsu started trembling, his mouth twisted in a grimace of protest.
But before he could blow upâŠ
âOh, wow⊠what a special doll we have here âsaid a soft voice, powdered with years of authority.
The owner of the Kyogoku House was approaching with elegant steps, calculating eyes, and a smile too sweet to be real.
âThis boy⊠how much does he cost? âshe asked Tengen bluntly. Tengen tilted his head.
âExcuse me?
âI want to buy his temporary contract. One month. Maybe two if he keeps that little face. You said he plays shamisen? And cooks?
Tengen clenched his jaw.
This wasnât a real sale, of course. Just a façade. But still, something burned a little inside him. Maybe it was exhaustion. Or the fact he was already worried about his wives enough to also worry about a crying Hashira with more expression than half the district.
âHeâs yours âhe finally said, without much enthusiasm. He shouldnât feel guilty, right? Wasnât he doing what the boy wanted?
ââŠPrioritize your lifeâŠ
The words slipped out on their own, when Zenitsu looked at him and gave a small watery smile, because of course, the boy was already about to cry. He turned away. But Tengen heard him murmur.
âTrust me
As he watched him walk away, with his back straight, Tengen ran a hand through his hair. Heâs a Hashira.
He forced himself to look at Tanjiro and Inosuke, who were waiting discreetly a few meters away.
âYou two, with me. Donât stray a step.
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Nothing. Not a single sign.
Not from his wives.
Not from the demon.
Not from Zenitsu.
Missions were like that, especially the ones involving strong demons, you lose brothers in war⊠it was normal in this jobâŠ
So why was guilt tearing him apart?
"You took the boyâs life, just like your brothersâ"
He looked up at the sky, unable to stop himself from clenching his fists.
He told Tanjiro and Inosuke that the mission was cancelled, and that they had to return. He wasnât going to risk more lives.
But just when he was planning to force his way into the house where Zenitsu had disappeared, one of the attendants handed him a letter folded in two.
With a hand-painted flower in one corner.
He opened it immediately.
Tengen-san:
I'm fine. I've been playing the shamisen every night. They say I have talent, but I don't like being looked at too much. The lady of the house says Iâm useful. She made me learn to serve tea. She made me cook. She made me sweep. She made me clean walls. She made me fold kimonos. I think Iâm learning domestic hell. But she says if I play shamisen every night, I wonât have to learn servant trades.
Tengen raised an eyebrow. That damn kid⊠even in a letter, he sounded like he was making a quiet fuss. He kept reading.
I already know who the demon is. Itâs not that hard. When I enter a place, everything tightens. Like a string tuned to its limit. Itâs a woman who changes her voice. Her footsteps donât sound like the othersâ. I hear her smile when no one is laughing. The house adores her. And fears her.
Tengen let out a sigh. Of course he heard it.
I know she has your wives. Or at least one of them. But I havenât been able to confirm anything. Sheâs angry with me. Sheâs watching me. Yesterday she hit me because I defended a girl. She says I make too much noise. That I distract the clients.
There, Tengen stopped breathing for a second.
I have a plan. Tomorrow Iâll let her âchooseâ me. Let her kidnap me. She wonât hurt me at first. She just wants to make me disappear because I draw attention. If she does it, sheâll take me to the place where she hides everything. And then we can rescue your wives.
Trust me.
Respectfully â Zenitsu
Tengen closed the letter slowly.
The paper trembled a little in his fingers, though he wouldnât admit it.
Part of him wanted to run and pull him out of there. Grab him by the ears, yell at him that he was a Hashira, not bait. That he was supposed to give orders, not sacrifice himself with handwritten letters.
That crybaby brat.
The one who sobbed when Sanemi scolded him.
The one who cried because his sparrow pulled his hair.
Now he was offering himself as bait with a calm that was terrifying.
âShit âmuttered Tengen, looking at the letter like it had spat on himâ. Heâs rubbing off on me. Heâs making me sentimental.
He folded the paper carefully. Tucked it into the folds of his clothes. He turned to Tanjiro, who was watching him from the corner with an attentive expression.
âNews from Zenitsu? âhe asked.
âYes âTengen repliedâ. He has a plan.
Tanjiro nodded, serene, as if he had expected that from him.
Tengen sighed. He was no longer sure if the world had gone crazy, or if Zenitsu had simply grown brave.
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The edge of the poison climbed up his arm like liquid fire. Gyutaro moved like a pest given form, resentful, alive. Tengen panted. His vision trembled.
The sickle almost caught his hand when, at the last second, a yellow flash tore through the air like lightning.
He was going to lose the arm. Or his life. Or both. And then⊠An explosion! A thunder that didnât come from the sky.
âDONâT TOUCH TENGEN-SAN!
A golden light, a figure silhouetted by it.
Zenitsu.
The screechy kid. The one who always trembled.
Now he had a limp in one leg and his face covered in dirt and blood, but his sword cut like fear had never existed.
They fought. No time to speak. Only to cut. Gyutaro roared. Daki screamed. And the Five blades spun in a desperate dance. Until, for an instant, everything stopped. Two heads rolled to the ground.
Tengen fell.
Everything smelled of iron, dust⊠and ash.
Tengen could barely breathe. The poison coiled inside him like a snake of fire, pulsing with every heartbeat. The tips of his fingers were already numb. The whole world tilted sideways.
And then he heard footsteps. Uneven, staggering. A dry sob cutting through the night.
âTengen⊠Tengen-samaâŠ!
It was hard to turn his neck, but he managed. He saw him approaching: golden boy. Zenitsu.
Dragging his injured leg, robe stained, eyes shining with pain. He dropped clumsily beside him, grabbing his hand, with an expression that hurt more than any poison.
âDonât die tooâŠ! âhis voice shook, yet he didnât lower itâ. Not you! Not you too!
Tengen tried to speak, but his throat only let out a dry grunt. Zenitsu looked at him like he was losing something sacred. Like he couldnât bear to watch someone else leave in front of him.
âI always told you no when you invited me to eat⊠âhe muttered through tearsâ. That I was busy, that I was sleepy, that my head hurt⊠I lied. I was scared⊠Zenitsuâs fingers gripped his tightly.
âI didnât want to get more attached. Iâm not strong, I canât protect the people I care about. And youâre⊠brilliant. Youâre unbearable, loud, flamboyantâŠ
Tengen felt a pull in his chest. Not from the poison. From guilt.
Guilt at seeing Zenitsu like this, kneeling and broken, begging him to live. He didnât want to cause him that. Not him. Not the boy who had already lost so much. Who was just starting to believe he could love without being abandoned.
âZenitsu⊠âhe tried to say, but his voice broke. He swallowed venom and airâ. I didnât
want⊠you to cry for me.
âJust live! Take me to eat that ridiculous shiny ramen you said was the best! Take me with you, even if youâre loud! Just⊠donât go too!
Tengen felt his eyes clouding. His skin growing cold. He couldnât hold Zenitsuâs gaze anymore.
The poison was winning.
His pulse felt farther and farther away.
Then⊠something warm burst in the air.
A soft orange light. The smell of blood vanished, replaced by something alive. Nezuko appeared from the shadows. Her flames danced over Tengenâs body, not burning â cleansing. Purifying. It felt like the pain was being ripped out by its roots.
Tengen gasped. The pressure in his chest eased. His hands regained sensation. The poison⊠was retreating.
Zenitsu froze. Tears still streamed down his face, but his eyes, for the first time in minutes, shone with a spark of hope.
âNezuko⊠âhe whispered, barely believing it.
Tengen barely managed to turn his head toward her. He couldnât speak, but he looked at her with gratitude. Then his eyes returned to Zenitsu. The firelight reflected on his face, dusty and tear-stained.
âI guess⊠we still have that meal pending âhe whispered, trying to smile. Zenitsu laughed through his sobs, lowering his head like he couldnât contain the emotion. And amid ash, night, and embers that didnât burn, Tengen thought that living â even wounded, even tired â was worth it.
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Curiosities:
âą Tengen started lowering his voice because of (or thanks to) Zenitsu.
He would never admit it out loud, but after seeing Zenitsu cover his ears and tremble at hearing arguments or shouting...
âą He hides behind Tengen when someone yells at him, but throws himself forward if someone hurts Tanjiro. Contradictory and irritably endearing.
âą When he cooks, he screams every time the oil splashes. Tengen canât concentrate with all the âAAAH!â
⹠He discovered that Zenitsu wears makeup, because the girls at the Butterfly Mansion do his makeup and hair⊠Tengen also found out that many of the rookie hunters mistake Zenitsu for a girl.
âą Tengen always had to drag Zenitsu to train. The boy said he âwasnât that strongâ or âwould get hurt.â But one serious fight was enough for him to leave Zenitsu behind in speed. The worst part: after winning, Zenitsu would come up with a thousand excuses not to train again.
âą From day one, his uniform seemed flashy⊠even by Tengenâs standards. When he tried to suggest something more sober, Zenitsu complained for half an hour about how much the clothes tore during training.
âą He had to threaten â with total elegance, of course â the uniform officer to get Zenitsuâs pants made a bit longer. Zenitsu never said it, but he hated how short they were. (This was after the Red Light District.)
âą Once, while eating under some trees, Zenitsu made flower crowns for his three wives⊠and for himself. He didnât wear his, but he didnât take it off when Zenitsu placed it on him.
âą The three wives quickly grew fond of him. Hinatsuru spoke to him with a tenderness she didnât even show him. Makio yelled at him⊠but made him sweets. And Suma said Zenitsu was like a âlittle shining bird.â Tengen suspected they were adopting him.
⹠When his wives hugged him for too long, Tengen watched them closely. Not out of jealousy. Just⊠caution. Not that he would mind if they ended up adding a new member to the family.
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I think⊠this is very long, but I wanted it to convey how Tengen gradually grew fond of Zenitsu.