Oh My Traditional Art Skill Has Weakened The Moment I Turned To Digital Tab

Oh my traditional art skill has weakened the moment I turned to digital tab

Unhinged Nezuko #4 (but make it traditional art)

Masterlist

I am going to watch the new KNY episode when I calmed down a bit cause this excitement and stress from assignments has me overwhelmed I don't know what to do with this

Words cannot express how I am amazed by KNY last episode for Hashira training arc

I need to catch up on the updates of this fic 🥹💐 Anyway here's some fanart for @demonslayedher (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

A scene that I managed to do, from Chapter 2.

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[spoiler]

In the honour of Season 4 about to end, remember the last arc where human Nezuko arrives at the final battle scene after everything ends, in search of Tanjirou. A kakushi guides her through the rubble,

through the torn and shredded corpses,

passing by the embraced bodies of the Love and Serpent Hashiras, cold and unmoving, and the blind slayer whose eyes finally stopped leaking with tears,

through the bloodied grounds scattered with severed limbs and organs,

passing by the crying crows that stay besides their slayers, a familiar bird with long eyelashes is uncharacteristically quiet,

passing by bleeding Zenitsu and Inosuke, an unconscious scarred slayer with white hair lays nearby,

and she spots the back of the first slayer who spared her regardless of what she is -- or what she was --

until her pink eyes, finally human and glisten with tears,

spots the body of her brother, for the first time not breathing.

Kanao's hands keep shaking, her fingers repeatedly fail to keep a tight grasp upon the hairpin. She manages to catch the butterfly ornament quick before it hits the ground.

She tries again. Hair strands fisting around the side of her head, the clip is supposed to be slides in -- and she drops it again.

If she could've sob, she probably would have.

A bigger, more calloused and scarred hand catches the pin for her. Kanao watches the Wind Hashira switch glances from her to the ornament before he makes a signal for her to turn around.

She doesn't find it in her voice to apologize for the trouble, opting only to turn around and let him tie up her hair. She feels her breath hitches just slightly at the way he handles the strands of her hair, moving every last one until he finally clips on the Butterfly ornament by the side of Kanao's head.

Kanae had always said that the Wind Hashira is a rather gentle soul.

" Break's over. " He gruffs, his hand moves to rest on the hilt of his sword. " The sun is setting and we've got a demon to kill. "

She knows his gaze lingers on the green and pink butterfly pin on the side of her head.

Everyone grieves in their own way anyway.