𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 × 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 [OLD]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒

(We got ANOTHER history essay coming up + a presentation, so ima pop out this chapter and another before the 💩 storm hits)

Moon Breathing, First Form

Y/n slashed at the Upper Moon, letting out a small tch when the attack chopped off his hand rather than his head.

'Damn pest...!'

Dark Moon - Evening Palace

The young Demon Slayer had to twist her body a lil bit to avoid having a hole punched through her side.

She was quick to turn again, attacking once more with a, "Just die already you damn roach, your face pisses me off."

As y/n and Akaza threw hands, Shiori rushed over to Tanjir to check and make sure they were alright.

"Hey hey, Forehead! You good?" the cat demanded then looked over to Rengoku, "Oi, Tempura Top, keep your 🍑 where it is. If you jump in again, we can't guarantee a full recovery!"

"I understand, but I can't allow y/n to put herself in danger like that! Shinazugawa-san would definitely kill me if anything happened to her!" Rengoku shouted back and Shiori wheezed.

"Alright, fair point— rest for a sec! She'll be fine!"

Ah, yes, y/n was doing fine.

"You're quite skilled!" Akaza complimented, eyes bright with excitement as his arms were chopped off as soon as they regenerated, "That stance... those powerful slashes of yours...!"

"You also are a rather tough opponent." y/n hummed, "But, at the same time-"

Y/n grabbed the damn demon by the ankle so he couldn't kick her and potentially send her flying like a ragdoll.

Akaza almost 💩 his pants in that moment, 'This phenomenal strength...!'

Y/n was practically grinning beneath her mask, adorning an odd expression of glee as the thrill of battle sent waves of excitement and energy throughout her body.

"You're weak."

(Gojo, dat you???)

Compared to y/n's standards of strong, yeah.

He was nowhere near as terrifying as her mentor if y/n was being honest. He did make her nerves tingle more than usual, and was just barely able to avoid his attacks, but the tingling wasn't as intense.

As the battle raged on, Akaza was beginning to notice how familiar some of y/n's attacks looked.

And no, they didn't get any easier to avoid/counter because of it. But seeing y/n's movements and breathing style got him oddly... irritated.

And that mask. He knew it was a mask.
But still, those eyes—

'I...I think I can beat him...!' y/n thought.

She jerked her head to the side, avoiding having her damn face punched in as she crouched down.

Wind Breathing, Fourth Form
Rising Dust Storm

She ignored the pain in her lungs and exhaustion in her limbs as she swung, cutting off a lil bit of the demon's chin plus his whole damn forearm but still missing his neck.

Despite that, y/n felt confident.

She could beat him...!

And in that moment-

She stumbled as pain hecking stabbed her in the back. Oops, she'd reached her limit again.

And recklessly switching techniques over and over had come back to bite her in the 🍑.