Mugen Train’s Fiery Segue into Season 2 of Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

The story of the Flame Hashira Kyojuro Rengoku featured in the Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba movie Mugen Train blazes a path forward into season 2 of the series.

The movie released in the US on April 23, 2021, and was a box office hit grossing $22,789,600 on the first day.

The film picked up where season 1 ended.

Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu were sent on a mission to the Mugen Train to meet up with the Flame Hashira Rengoku.

This pairing is due in part to Tanjiro’s questions about his father and the Hinokami Kagura, which relates in some way to the flame breathing technique.

The season finale itself immaculately set up the plot and storyline for Mugen Train.

The film was action-packed with displays of various techniques and complex storylines.

Once Tanjiro and the others resolved the issue with the train, the film began to close with an intense battle between Rengoku and the Upper 3rd Demon, Akaza.

Rengoku had to keep everyone alive to fulfill his mission. Honoring his mother’s memory, Rengoku shows his true fighting spirit and sense of justice.

Rengoku responded that growing old and dying was the beauty of being human after Akaza offered to turn Rengoku into a demon so they could fight each other forever.

What made the ending heart-wrenching wasn’t just because of the death of the quirky but loveable Flame Hashira.

His wise words to Tanjiro, the flashbacks on notable scenes from his life, and the vision of his mother made Rengoku’s final moments more robust and tender.

All this while there was a demon arm sticking out of his chest.

Rengoku didn’t waiver in his core beliefs, but he did have a change of heart when it came to Nezuko, a demon who is a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Rengoku’s acceptance is significant because when Tanjiro first met the Hashira, Rengokuwas among those who could not accept Nezuko. He voted to chop off Tanjiro’s head before being put on trial.

The news of Rengoku’s death traveled quickly to the other Hashira. There were tears, expressions of anger, and a pledge to kill all the demons. Will Rengoku’s last words to Tanjiro hold up with the other Hashira who have yet to accept Nezuko?

The death of Rengoku may also foreshadow two things. First, someone will have to fill Rengoku’s place. It could very well be Tanjiro once he has a better grasp of the Hinokami Kagura and how to use it.

It could also spell death for more Hashira, particularly if anyone behaves rashly regarding Rengoku’s death.

Ubuyashiki, head of the Corps., praised the fact that there were no replacements between the meeting that was Tanjiro and Nezuko’s trial and the one before. However, Ubuyashiki’s reaction to Rengoku’s death also hints that his ability, aside from having a soothing voice, may have a clairvoyant aspect to it.

The expected release of Demon Slayer Season 2 is in the latter part of 2021.

The issue with over compartmentalization

Greetings readers,

It’s been a while!

My bad…

I have something that’s been sitting in my mind, that seems to be beneficial but it’s actually irksome.

Over compartmentalization…

Now on the surface it seems like a good thing.

It creates more jobs for more people.

It allows people to get more specialized knowledge.

Putting more compartments into a thing makes it better.

Or does it…

Let’s continue with a mechanical metaphor.

The extra cogs benefit the machine when all the cogs are doing what they are supposed to be doing.

However when some of the cogs aren’t doing what their job properly, it prevents more cogs from working than it realizes.

This really grinds the gears of the cogs that actually want to perform their function properly.

It creates a sickness in the machine that is not noticeable at first if noticed at all.

When it does become noticeable though the keeper of the machine decides to dispose of that area entirely.

The good cogs and bad cogs get thrown out because it’s easier to start over than it is to repair the area.

Thus everything gets replaced, but there really is no marked improvement.

The cure doesn’t fix the symptoms because the powers that be are focused on quantity of cogs instead of quality.

Oh and don’t become an old cog…

The powers that be seem to really stop caring about how hard you worked before you aged out of being part of the machine.

The cogs metaphor is intentional.

When looking at people as numbers or things the owner of the machine never being a cog himself knows there’s a sickness.

However, never being a cog himself doesn’t understand how to create the cure.

This maintains the cycle known as the status quo.

It’s hard to challenge the status quo at the bottom or as the smallest cog.

There are boundaries that prevent the issues from adequately being solved.

Even if you went against the groove the powers that be can easily replace you with a cog that falls in line.

That is the nature of the beast, and trying to be the best damn cog you can be while wrestling the beast gets really old… really fast.

Short Story: Outside the Window

In order to improve my writing, I have looked for various resources for ideas.

I stumbled on a list of writing prompts that I’ve decided to work through.

I may not share all of them with you, but some will make their way into my blog.

This particular prompt directed me to write about the weather outside my window or if that was boring the weather of somewhere I wish I could be.

I opted for somewhere I wish I could be, so without further ado, here is…

Outside My Window

The frosty breeze cuts through the cracks around the window seam, bringing some of the chilly air inside.

A chill that is challenged by a warm fire in a regal brick chimney, guarded by a beautiful golden gate inside the cabin.

As I sit in my chair by the fire, wrapped in a blanket drinking hot tea, I see the glistening snow outside of my cabin in the Rocky Mountains.

My comfy T-Rex slippers and the warmth of the fire protect my feet from the chill on the tile floor as I get up to look more closely.

The sky is clear as the sun is setting in a sea of white.

The only indication of the distant forest is the broad trunks of mighty trees.

The air is so cool that the snow remains unbothered by the sunlight.

As the moon began to rise, the clear sky twinkled with many stars.

It’s near impossible to see this many stars in the city.

Clouds started to roll in as I moved back to my seat by the fire, putting my feet up and wrapping myself back up in my Spongebob quilt.

It was very likely that the clouds were bringing fresh snow to drip into the vast expanse of snow outside my window.

My assumption was confirmed as I nodded off.

Little white specs fell gently from the sky.

It was a beautiful scene to set the tone for sweet dreams.

I hope you enjoyed this short story.

Until next time.

Classically,

Angela

Are you asking yourself the real questions?

RuPaul is right.

The struggle is real, and it will continue to be real.

So, I’ve started asking myself the following questions;

“What pain are you willing to sustain? What do you want to struggle for?”

These are questions created and addressed by Mark Manson.

This man actually asks the real questions and some of these questions are really hard.

The basics behind this is we often share what it is that we want.

The things we share are often about having the perfect life, but it doesn’t address what we are willing to do to get it.

You can read more about this in the blog post here, or buy his book The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck here.

Recently, I’ve come into a transitional phase in my life.

One where I have to address “Who am I and what do I value?”

So far I’ve been answering this question based on past experiences and expectations outside of myself.

The truth is that some of the things I want to do might seem strange.

I recently got a job as a remote customer service person.

Basically like a call center for your home.

I’m excited for this because I’ll still get to help people, even though a lot of them may be angry.

Teaching middle school, heck, even kindergarten has prepared me for this.

Now, before you get all judge-y about call center jobs let me tell you a story.

It’s about three masons, putting a building together.

All three of them are doing the same job.

The first one had the mindset of, “I’m just laying some bricks.”

The second one said, “I’m making a building.”

The third one said, “I’m building a house of God.”

The difference between the three is this; the first one saw what he was doing as a job, the second one a career, and the third one saw what he was doing as his passion.

I want to reiterate that they were all doing the same type of work.

It’s about the mindset behind the work.

Angela Duckworth covers this in the chapter on Passion from her book Grit.

When we talk about passion, we see it as something outside of what we are already doing and it comes from a place of lack.

The place we should start with is what we already do, what we like to do, and how we can use those things we like to do.

Then, we can channel them into what we already do or find other places that those things would be helpful.

So when it comes to doing this new job…

The thing that most excites me is the combination of these things while helping people understand the fine print.

If you know me, you know I read EVERYTHING.

I get particular joy reading through health plans.

If someone is struggling with anything that requires combing through the fine print, I’ll go through and help them figure out if they are justified and what they can do.

So the pain I’m willing to sustain is to help people resolve issues with medical insurance jargon.

Do I think I will be building houses of God doing this? That remains to be seen.

I’m so pumped about this, though.

That may sound strange to some people, but I’m no longer basing my life on the opinions of others.

That’s how I lost myself in the first place, and now have to struggle with questions like this in my 30’s.

Of course I’m learning that doesn’t even matter because no matter what our age we are transitioning in one way or another.

What is it that you are willing to struggle for?

Until next time.

Sincerely,

Angela

(Note: If this spoke to you or you know someone else who needs to hear that they should just let themselves enjoy the things they actually want to struggle through, give it a share. I am also not getting anything out of sharing Mark’s stuff. I just think he is asking the real questions and putting the unfiltered truth into the universe. Seriously, read his stuff. The same goes for Angela Duckworth.)

Why we tell kids not to run inside the house.

It’s 11:30 at night, and the bedroom door starts to creak open.

I had been meaning to contact maintenance to get that bedroom door fixed for weeks now.

This night is the nail in the coffin for getting that maintenance request.

The significance of this is that our wonderful cat is not supposed to come into the master bedroom.

However, I think he figured out that he can push it open.

We have a king size bed, so once he gets in it’s hard to shoo him out.

Here’s where I messed up and why you should listen to your parents about running in the house.

Instead of rolling over the bed like a normal person, I decided to go around it.

The series of unfortunate events that follow confirm this parental directive.

I turned the corner, and changed directions with the swiftness of a soccer player.

My momentum was moving forward, and I was going to make it, but…

My second or third step my feet slipped out from under me while my body was hurtling forward.

The next thing I knew I contacted the night stand face first, more specifically mouth first.

I didn’t black out, but I rolled back onto the side of the bed like a boxer who takes a hit leans back against the ring.

I was holding my mouth, the pain not hitting yet, but still wondering if this was going to be the equivalent of being punched in the mouth by Mike Tyson.

I actually cracked the night stand on impact.

As someone who did Shaolin Kung fu for 3 years, and MMA for 6 months, the first thing I do is check to see if any teeth fell out or got chipped.

No chipped teeth, they were all attached as far as I knew.

I may have actually pushed them farther back in than knocking them out.

I was still reeling when I removed my hand.

I was bleeding.

The image in my head was still that one scene from Rocky.

It was me against the night stand and the night stand won.

I was able to get gauze and an ice pack for it, knowing that the dentist doesn’t open until 8, and the medical facility in town does not do emergency mouth injuries.

I had to wait until Chris got off in the morning and go to Mercy Hospital, an hour and fifteen minutes out of town.

Before this though, I made a terrible mistake later on that night.

I took the gauze out and looked at the monstrosity that the night stand mercilessly inflicted on me.

It was a grizzly sight, one I will not share pictures of here, but it looked worse than it felt.

I never said I was good at either of those martial arts I mentioned. I just got good at taking hits.

When we finally made it to the hospital, I thought it was funny that I was being seen for a mouth injury, which was covered by a mask.

When the intake nurse took a look at it I think she felt a little sorry for me, especially when I cracked that joke about Rocky, but could hardly laugh.

I was more or less there to make sure that
two of my teeth wouldn’t fall out because that much gum had been scraped off of them.

Also, I wanted to make sure I didn’t fracture my skull.

Neither of those things was the case, which medically proved what my parents always told me…

I’m hard headed.

Originally, I wasn’t going to take the pain meds, and obviously I wasn’t going to be forced to take them or prescribed them, but I could see this look in the nurse’s eye.

The kind of look that says, “Don’t be a hero, Billy. Don’t be a hero.”

I’m really glad I wasn’t the hero, Billy, because as the day wore on it was like my body was registering more and more what happened.

There are several morals to this story:

  1. Don’t run in the house.
  2. Submit maintenance requests ASAP.
  3. If you think of getting a CT Scan like you’re in Star Trek it’s not so bad.
  4. Don’t fight your night stand, it will win.

I hope this was helpful, informative, and entertaining.

Until next time.

Classically,

Angela