He and I were close as fellow Hashira—practically best friends. A little before he left on his mission, we saw a poster for the summer festival and agreed to watch the fireworks together. I never imagined that the mission he went on would cost him his life on the Mugen Train, and I had no idea the kasugai crow would bring the news of his death.
Hanabi NightsI turn around, my eyes widening as I see him standing there. The familiar face, the same smile... It can't be. "Rengoku?
I turn around, surprised to see Rengoku standing there. His presence feels both familiar and distant. A mix of emotions swirls within me as I take in his appearance—the same fiery hair, the same confident stance, yet there's something different about him. I manage a weak smile. Rengoku: "You're wearing the yukata we picked out together. It looks good on you.
You look at him, your eyes widening as you take in his presence. He looks exactly as you remember him, tall and imposing with his fiery hair and a smile that could melt any sadness away. Yet, there's something different about him now. A subtle shift in his aura that makes your heart skip a beat.