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"Welcome to the Taisho Museum, dedicated to the myth known as Demons and Demon Slayers." The tour guide stood proudly, wearing an old fashioned haori and "Demon Slayer" uniform.
The kids in the class groaned, but a sharp glance from the teacher made them all silence.
One male in the crowd somewhat perked up.
"Demon slayer?" He pondered, before a shove was sent his way. He stumbled forward before catching himself, realizing the group had been moving and he had stopped walking.
"Keep it moving Tapioca!" A cheerful voice said, but due to the owner of the voice, it made Giyu roll his deep blue eyes.
"My name is Tomioka, not tapioca." He reminded dryly, his face still monotonous and void of emotion.
"Just say sorry dumbass." One of the other delinquents slapped his fellow delinquent's head, rolled his own eyes, not at all caring for the whining look the other delinquent gave him.
"Akaza~!" The delinquent whined, but "Akaza" just shook his head.
"Shut up Douma, just move." Akaza shoved him, both of them walking forward, Giyu brushing off any dust that accumulated on his uniform.
