𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚・k. tanjiro

03・final selection

(｀・ω・') warning- cursing
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・2nd pov

"We made it, that shit took forever."

Rows of swaying wisterias whistled within the dancing winds of the sky, catching both Zenitsu and your's attention. To the both of you, the scene was like a breath of fresh air from the torturous journey from your place to this current destination.

In all honesty, you believed that the trip there would've been so much more bearable if it wasn't for Zenitsu's constant tantrums and pesterings for a piggy back ride when you yourself was in need of one too.

(He better count his days if he's going to ask for another piggy back ride again, you swear.)

"I'm only sixteen and I'm growing stress lines," you mumbled, dragging Zenitsu by your feet.

When the two of you finally got to the point, you were met with a gathering of other fellow slayers who were participating the Final Selection. Of course, you barely knew any of them knowing that they weren't the people who passed, only leading for your eyes to set on two familiar figures.

Kanao. How her deep violet eyes settled to the presence of a butterfly who was on the tips of her finger, along with a pin adjusting her ponytail that you recognized to be Kanae's butterfly pin before she passed away.

Then was Genya, who might you add looked like one of those dudes from the yakuza in Asian TV shows. The rigid scar running along the cheekbones to the skin of his nose and uneven mohawk really pulled the look together.

With one last look took the chance to take another step on the road. But before your feet was even able to make contact with the ground, Zenitsu stopped you by huddling near your shoulders in fear as he choked you into a tight hug.

"I- Is this it, Y/N? Is this the place where I'm finally going to die?"

You sighed, patting his hair as an act to sooth the poor boy, "You won't die, I promise. I'm positive you can do this, I just know you can."

"Watch me die!" He cried, "I know it's going to happen!"

You proceeded to continue patting his hair while starting to ignore his constant buffoonery. You wished that one day Zenitsu would realize his true potential, you could imagine how strong he would really he if he did. However, you doubt that would ever happen knowing that the manga never gave him that moment.

But that doesn't matter, for now you had all the time in the world until the actual exam will start. Maybe you could just take a quick nap, it wouldn't hurt to get some energy refilled. After all, you had to go through a darn four towns and three forests to get all the way here.

Plus a whining pikachu. That should honestly count as a bonus.

"S- Scary!! I'm really going to die... I'm really going to die! My life is already on a broken string! Y/N, hurry up and save me!"

"Zenitsu, it's been three minutes."

The exam just started and the two of you have yet to encounter a demon on by foot, and knowing that it was three minutes ever since it started it made sense.

"What if one jumps out of nowhere and attacks us!?" Zenitsu screamed.

You irked at the blonde, glaring at the snot that started to run out of his nose.

(He already used up the last tissue. You'd never wanted to punch him so badly until now.)

"Then we will just put our guards up," you reasoned, "Just calm down. We were trained under a hashira, well a retired one, but a hashira nonetheless. There's no need to worry, just keep calm."