"YOU TOOK THEM WHERE--?!" kyojuro was catching up on tengen's adventures with tanjiro, inosuke, and zenitsu, since he'd been out of commission recovering. however, at the revealing of their fight against upper moon six, he could have fainted, "uzui, you're going to land me back in the butterfly estate from a heart attack!!" (from nineforms!)
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It was ridiculous, the experience of eating with non-dominant hand. While grappled with the strange sensation of phantom limb syndrome, the soba noodle about to be devoured dangled precariously from his chopsticks, suspended in mid-air in front of a bewildered countenance. Thanks to the unnamed surprise ( pace of rapid footsteps reaching his ears long before the scene unfolded), he could hardly tell if the noodle had ended up on the floor or in his lap; the situation itself seemed to mock him.
Where? What? Oh. Oh, no. The gravity of the past situation reminded of itself like a thunderclap as fire entered his world to burn everything to the ground; worry transformed into a palpable heat, igniting the space around them.
After recovery sideline Rengoku confronted Uzui's escapades, and truth to be told, the sound Hashira was often glossing over the risks (recklessly). It was no hard thinking, he somehow figured out. Well, not somehow it was actually a known fact since it spread quickly among the estates that they survived the fight against Upper Moon.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ'' Kyōjurō, calm -- ... '' - down. There was no underscoring the bond, he could already hear the intensity of other's heartbeat thundering in rhythm with the urgency of his words.. a rhythmic reminder of the anxiety coursing through him. Tengen, taken aback by Kyōjurō's fervent response, attempted to maintain a semblance of calm, acting as if unfazed by the wielder of flame, although his voice was tinged with a hint of exasperation when he finally reacted.
'' First, who the hell will allow you to go back there when I'm not done with my procedures, you're in the waiting line, '' he injected a quip with a concurrent smirk playing on his lips, like anytime he was downplaying the dangers. Grimm humor, but humor nevertheless. Nothing better than reassurance sprinkled with a hint of dark spice, a coping mechanism of sorts. He renewed his intake of air to continue. '' Second, the kids are fine, we all made it through, isn't that what matters? Ah, I see we made back just in time for your awakening; good timing. '' For instance, he wasn't trying only to deflect Kyōjurō's mounting anxiety but to brush under the carpet the part where he took them.
