𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 × 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 [OLD]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒-𝖳𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾

Y/n was back at 100% within about a month. The larger injuries had left scars but she was back to work!

Of course, Sanemi wouldn't let her go anywhere by herself so she was stuck on duo missions with him.

But... uh...

Y/n broke her sword. During one of her missions.

That's how she ended up at the Swordsmith Village.
She slept the entire way there and headed straight for the hotsprings after her swordsmith gave her a time for when her new sword would be completed.

She fell asleep in the water several times and hadn't realized she was drowning until Shiori dunked her head underwater and bit her.

It was after the fourth time that Shiori ordered y/n to get the hell out of the hot springs and take a walk.

She obeyed and ended up falling asleep in a tree.
So yeah! The first day was rather uneventful.

The next morning, she was surprised to encounter Tanjiro as she was out looking for something.

"Y/n! Hello!" the demon slayer exclaimed when he spotted y/n. She seemed to pause before looking at him curiously.

She wore what was left of her mask, her nose and mouth completely covered. Tanjiro was almost startled for a second, mistaking the oni mask's snarl as y/n's actual face.

He let out a sigh of relief when y/n's eyes brightened and she happily waved to him, "Hello, Tanjiro! What brings you out here?"

"Kanroji-san said there was some sort of weapon out here that makes people stronger!" Tanjiro explained with a cheerful smile, "Hehe, it feels like a treasure hunt!"

"Weapon...? Treasure hunt?" y/n echoed, "Sounds fun! Mind if I join you? Shiori ran off after a mouse so I'm sorta on my own again."

"Of course!" Tanjiro breathed, happy that the young lady wanted to join him, "Did you come to the village for a sword?"

Y/n nodded, "Yes, the swordsmith who forges my blades kept my first one. I asked her to hold it for me until the one she gave me breaks but she's sick so I can't retrieve it just yet."

"Your first blade?" Tanjiro questioned.

That weird lack of scent on y/n shifted to one of affection, nostalgia and the slightest bit of sadness.

"My teacher gave me a sword before he left me on my own. I didn't wanna break it, since it was old, so I left it here to be restored after I first joined the Demon Slayers Corps." y/n explained, "It's over 300 years old y'know."

"300 years!" Tanjiro breathed, "That's amazing."

"A little nerve wracking as well." y/n chuckled, "It was in awful condition, but it was so well made, it didn't break during my first months of using it. Even though it was so old!"

"Your teacher must be super amazing!"

"He is. He really is." y/n replied. Though the lower half of her face was covered, Tanjiro could tell that she was smiling.

However, that smile faded(much to Tanjiro's disappointment) when y/n noticed someone.

"Oh? Who's that?"

Tanjiro looked past y/n, "A kid and... a Hashira! Who is he... he's the Mist Hashira isn't he?"

Y/n tensed up, "Huh?"

The duo watched curiously, realizing that the kid and the Mist Hashira seemed to be having a disagreement.

Yeah, that became crystal clear when the Mist Hashira proceeded to ♀🐶 slap the kid and grabbed him by the front of his clothing after he fell.