Demon slayer: What if (Season one: The rising sun) (Being rewritten!!!!)

Chapter Three: Ghosts of Water and Sun

Narrater POV

As a small flame flickered within the confines of a lantern, Tanjiro wrote in a small book. He looked up, thinking, then closed the book just as the flame that illuminated the room went out.

He opened the door to Nezuko's room. watching as she slept quietly, a part of him wondering if she would ever wake up.

Urokodaki was on the floor behind him, putting something in a small cabinet. "Let's go."

Tanjiro's expression became strong, as he closed the door to Nezuko's room.

There are a few hundred members in the demon slayer corps.

The organization isn't officially recognized by the government. But it has existed since days of old and still hunts demons today.

However, the identity of the demon slayer corps is shrouded in mystery.

Demons.

Their staple food: Humans.

They kill and eat them.

It is unclear when or where they first appeared.

The only ways to kill them are by exposing them to sunlight or cutting their head off with a special sword.

They have impressive physical abilities and their wounds heal quickly. They can reconnect lost limbs or grow new ones. Some demons can shapeshift, and some possess other powers.

Us slayers fight demons with mear mortal bodies.

As humans wounds are slow to heal and lost limbs do not return. Nonetheless, they fight in order to protect humanity.

"I am a trainer. Just like it sounds, I train swordsmen." The old man said, standing in front of a determined Tanjiro.

"There are many other trainers, each with different teaching methods and breathing styles, all branching out from breath of the sun. In order to join the demon slayer corps, you must survive the final selection at Mount fujikasane. I decide whether you may attempt final selection."

Tanjiro ran through the forest, jumping over a tripwire.

(As of today, I'm going to start keeping a journal for Nezuko. I'm descending the mountain again today. I'll train so that I can survive through the final selection.)

A long hurtled towards Tanjiro, he gasped, jumping out of the way, eyes flickering towards the tripwire that he almost stepped on, jumping to avoid it just in time.

(Day after day, I've made my way down the mountain, and I'm starting to learn how to avoid most of the traps, because I'm stronger now, and somehow I've gotten even better at picking up subtle scents than I was before. However...)

A faint flicker of silver was seen, racing towards Tanjiro at blinding speeds. He gasped, swiftly tilting his head to the side.

(The traps are getting more difficult...)

Tanjiro's breath hitched as he almost fell into a pit filled with countless knives.

(I'm starting to think he wants me dead...)

Tanjiro's pen glided smoothly across the paper in his journal, he looked towards his sister, still waiting for her to wake up.

Tanjiro ran through the forest again, holding a katana sheathed in black. Urokodaki watched, from the shadows and shade of the leaves.

(Today I carried my sword with me down the mountain, but it made things a lot harder.)

Tanjiro's leg got caught in a noose, his face filled with dread as a rope lifted him off the ground, dangling him in the air, waving his arms around like a fish out of water.