#Demon slayer katana negra series#
The series can’t really introduce you to anything since it isn’t beginning, and it can’t really take you anywhere meaningful or exciting since it isn’t ending. The Swordsmith Village Arc feels almost indistinguishable from The Red Light District Arc insofar as being just another shounen battle manga arc that isn’t the beginning of the story, but also isn’t the climax of the story, and which perpetually exists in this sort of template format where buddies, mentors, and monster-of-the-week villains stand out to you as being almost entirely interchangeable. It feels exactly like the rerun of itself which it has utterly devolved into. I had become so used to talking about it as the sort of “new hotness,” that when I remembered season one had aired four whole years ago AFTER I began watching this season and been reminded of this particular cookie cutter’s shape, it finally dawned on me that to most of currently engaged seasonal anime viewers, Demon Slayer is a well-established, tried-and-true juggernaut. It therefore only had time to occur to me just yesterday that Demon Slayer is no longer “the new” popular anime. Having lost my job, been robbed of my friends, and now being seemingly set in a routine of working two comparatively demoralizing jobs, seven days a week, every single week, I’ve been left with even less time to delve into anime than the ditzy retard of six, seven, eight months ago who so naively thought the happy times-having finally decided to start for the first time in over two miserable decades of life-would somehow never end. There was this line in my Bocchi The Rock! review that went something like, “I don’t see any of what I’m currently building crashing and burning anytime soon.” Which should be an infamous line now…because, surprise surprise, it all crashed and fucking burned. I was writing a lot of ooey-gooey, Disney Princess shit about how happy I was and in what a loving social circle I had finally
Back during the Fall 2022 season of anime (before my not-at-all self-induced Winter 2023 vacation), I was writing a lot of sappy, optimistic shit. If what you’re used to is reading the writing of SingleH drowning in the poison of liquor or stumbling through the daze of the following hangovers, then I’m afraid what you’re going to now have to get used to is the writing of SingleH desperately clawing through partially self-induced insomnia and, relevantly, unprecedented exhaustion and overwork.
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