Disclaimer:
I do not own nor claim all the rights to 鬼滅の刃 | Kimetsu no Yaiba | Demon Slayer; all rights are reserved to its respective creator, Koyoharu Gotōge. This is purely a work of fiction; names, characters, businesses, events, localities, and occurrences are all extrapolated from the author's writings and imagination or utilized in a fictitious manner. As such, any direct or indirect references to actual entities, dead or alive, or events do not, in any shape or form, resemble the opinions of the author.
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"..." = Dialogue
'...' = Internal monologues
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Shinobu hoisted herself from the rough, jagged floor and surmounted her corporeal form above this uncomfortable surface.
The stinging sensation of body aches engulfed her legs—pulsating periodically within individual and arbitrary subsections of her thighs, ankles, and knees. She struggled to maintain balance while attempting to be situated in an upright posture. This was all an attestation to the lengthy period she had lulled herself in the form of a reverie.
In other words, she had been sleeping for far too long.
Finally, as her legs became acclimatized to these new strains which Shinobu had wrought upon her body, Shinobu proceeded to scour the vicinage in order to make herself au courant with the present circumstances. Additionally, she sought to pinpoint the exact location of her partner within the plethora of rubble that had encapsulated the physical configurations of this area.
Within the isolated halls of this caliginous crevice, debris and wreckage had disseminated widely throughout the reaches of this expanse—as far as the eye could see. It was a chaotic heap of rocks, metal, and dirt that were scattered and laid amok. Moreover, the copious amount of holes exacted upon the enclosure's walls were indicative of the explosion's intensity and its immediate ramifications on the environment.
The explosion had incurred a great deal of damage to this tunnel; so much so, in fact, that Shinobu herself could not recognize this setting when compared to her memories of its antecedent iteration.
Under normal circumstances, one would panic or be left confounded when confronted with a situation such as this—lost in a strange, dark tunnel that is encased by rubble and other signs of a violent and destructive discharge of some sort.
Shinobu, however, was the Insect Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps. Years of strenuous, ceaseless training along with indispensable experience in the field had honed her senses and instincts to their zeitgeist—something greatly beneficial for a soldier of any kind. Her cerebral functionalities have been wired so that anxiety or fear would not be the primary response to a dilemma that faces her now.
To put it another way, the appropriate comportment had come to her naturally.
As such, thanks to her excellent intuition and ability to appraise the severity of the contemporary predicament, Shinobu was able to swiftly collect herself—in spite of the whirlwind of emotions that had only recently beleaguered her as she extricated herself from the dream—and calmly assess the state of affairs.
'I have to find Tomioka-san,' Shinobu internally notes her current objective.
'But what happened in the first place?' Shinobu tries her best to recall the sequence of events that constituted the very few seconds that preceded and succeeded the explosion.
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