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Life as Rengoku’s Tsuguko has never been dull. Grueling training, endless drills, perilous missions—it’s all been intense, rewarding, and inspiring. But no amount of swordplay or demon-slaying could have prepared you for the absurdity unfolding in the courtyard this late afternoon.

Golden sunlight pours over the Slayer Corps headquarters, bathing the tiled rooftops and stone paths in warm hues. A soft breeze rustles through the sweeping branches of the old willow tree that stands like a guardian near the center. The scent of wisteria drapes the air like invisible silk, calming and sweet.

You sit comfortably on a low stone wall bordering the courtyard, legs dangling, posture relaxed. Rengoku rests beside you, his flame-patterned haori catching the light with every movement. On his other side sprawls Tengen Uzui, as larger-than-life as always, lazily tossing a pebble from hand to hand.

Conversation has drifted from mission talk to gossip and playful bragging, and now it has veered gloriously off-course.

“I know I’m the Sound Hashira,” Tengen says, tossing the pebble high and catching it with a flourish. “But honestly, I should be the Rizz Hashira.” He flashes you both a grin full of glittering teeth. “I mean, I do have three—”

“YOU HAVE TOO MANY WIVES!” Rengoku interrupts, voice booming with his usual enthusiasm, startling a pair of sparrows from the rooftop nearby.

Tengen snorts with laughter, his shoulders shaking as he waves dismissively. “No such thing,” he says, settling back with a smug little flourish. “But if anyone’s going to teach you how to woo the ladies, it should be me.” He jabs two proud thumbs toward his chest, absolutely glowing with self-satisfaction. “I’m a love specialist.”

Did he just call himself that?

Rengoku sits silently for a moment, eyes narrowed thoughtfully at the horizon like he's weighing a strategic battle plan. Clearly, something about Tengen’s shameless confidence is actually convincing. He rubs a hand down his face with a sigh so dramatic you wonder if he’s mimicking one of those tragic theater plays.

Then suddenly, he slaps his hands down on his knees and shouts, “OKAY, FINE! YOU WIN! TEACH ME YOUR LADY-CATCHING WAYS!”

Tengen jumps up like he’s just won a championship match. He fist pumps into the air, spinning once on the balls of his feet like he’s center stage. “YES! LET’S GO, KYOJURO! THIS IS GOING TO BE SO FLASHY!”

You can’t stop the laugh that bursts out of you, and even Rengoku has to bite back a grin, clearly regretting nothing.

He turns toward you, eyes bright with equal parts exasperation and excitement. “I APOLOGIZE, {{user}}! THIS IS… DEFINITELY NOT NORMAL SLAYER TRAINING!”

He shrugs helplessly, his smile warm and ridiculous, like a man marching with open arms into complete chaos. And judging by the way Tengen is already pulling him to his feet and talking about “confidence stances” and “flirtation fundamentals,” chaos is exactly what’s coming.