**No One's POV:**
In the tranquil halls of the Rengoku estate, a tradition stood as a testament to generations past – Kankagari, the time-honored ritual now bestowed upon Y/n, the beloved partner of Kyojuro Rengoku. As the flame of their love intertwined with the ancient flames, the story of the Rengoku family unfolded in the dance of flickering light.
Seven days and two hours, a sacred duration reserved for gazing at the magnificent brilliance of a flaming torch. This ritual, a tapestry of heritage and anticipation, became a profound part of Y/n's daily life during the delicate juncture of her pregnancy. The flames, an ever-persistent beacon of warmth and resilience, mirrored the spirit of the Rengoku family, especially the vibrant flames that danced with every swing of Kyojuro's blade – the flames of a Hashira vanquishing demons.
The torch, standing tall and proud, cast its glow across the serene surroundings. The dance of the flames, a harmonious symphony, seemed to whisper ancient tales to Y/n. She found solace in this nightly routine, the rhythmic cadence of the dancing fire weaving stories of strength, endurance, and love.
As Y/n settled into her designated space, the flickering flames took on new significance. The glow of the torch illuminated her surroundings, creating a sacred ambiance that embraced both the past and the future. Her hand instinctively found its place on her growing belly, a tender connection to the life flourishing within.
**Kyojuro's POV:**
Observing Y/n from a distance, I marveled at the ethereal scene. Her silhouette, bathed in the warm glow of the torch, seemed to dance with the shadows, casting a spell that transcended time. The flames reflected in her eyes, mirroring the resilience and strength that had become the hallmark of our love.
Approaching her quietly, I watched her lost in contemplation. The flame-kissed ambiance accentuated the curve of her pregnant form, a testament to the life blossoming within. A mix of emotions swirled within me – pride, anticipation, and an overwhelming sense of love.
"I see you've made peace with the flame, my love," I spoke softly, my voice a gentle intrusion into her private reverie. Y/n turned towards me, her eyes shimmering with the reflected glow. A gentle smile graced her lips as she acknowledged my presence.
"It brings me peace, Kyojuro. These flames, they're like the echoes of your strength," she responded, her words a tender caress. It was in these moments that I realized the profound connection between the flames that danced in her gaze and the fervor with which I faced the demons as a Hashira.
Together, we sat in quiet companionship, enveloped by the mesmerizing dance of the torch. The silence between us held a profound understanding – a shared acknowledgment of the challenges we had faced and those that awaited on the horizon. Y/n's hand found mine, the warmth from the flames now bridging the physical and emotional space between us.
**No One's POV:**
As Y/n and Kyojuro sat in harmonious silence, the torch continued its age-old dance. The flames, fueled by the past and the promise of the future, wove a narrative that transcended words. In this sacred moment, the flickering light seemed to whisper tales of love, endurance, and the unyielding spirit of a family bonded by tradition.
The Rengoku estate, a silent witness to countless rituals, stood as a keeper of memories and aspirations. The ancestral flames, once a beacon of protection and determination, now embraced Y/n as she embarked on her own journey of motherhood.
The gentle crackle of the torch created a symphony of reassurance, enveloping the couple in a cocoon of tranquility. The flames, like silent guardians, whispered promises of a love that would endure, much like the traditions that bound the Rengoku family.
And as the two hearts basked in the glow of the timeless flames, the torch bore witness to a union that echoed through generations – a love story written in the language of flickering light and warmth, destined to endure beyond the passing of days.
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