Mary On A Cross ✔

VIII.

Chapter 8: Training.

You ran a few laps around the manor – something you have been doing over the weeks you had isekai’d as Ruka. You stopped to take a breather and drank water off the sack kind of bottle that was famous back then.

It was brown and was actually skin, it held the water cold and tasted well. At first you were disgusted of it but later ignored the modern brain of yours and drank from it.

“Ruka-Sama!” your maid called you making you lower the water sack and looked at her, “Master Rengoku needs you.”

Witch one of the two? Came to mind. But either way you followed the maid into the huge manor as many residents were having anxious expressions over their faces. You got closer to the master living room, where wails and wails were heard from the other side making you feel something turn in your stomach.

You inhaled through your nose and slide the door open, and your eyes widened seeing a messenger crow together with a few of the pillars gathered. Minjuro was silent as cries from Temari was heard as other woman – that were Pillars – cried along with her.

The man kept a strong and ‘reassuring’ poker face trying not to try with them.

“What happened?” you asked kneeling down to show respect to the current Master, “Greetings, Master.”

His smile was nowhere to be seen, but he looked mostly in distress from whatever news that came from the crow.

“Kamado-San.” It was the first time he had directed you with your last name making your interest perk up.

“Yes Master,” you tilled your head up to see his blind eyes.

He sighed softly, “Last night, there was a news of the Kamado Clan being attacked by a horde of demons – or that was what we thought. Until reinforcements were sent and then all were killed, the crow sent the news of the two demons were Upper Moons.”

You felt eyes on you, that was how the story of the Clan went, you thought, you never wrote them and never wrote anything of Ruka so life made it a way that everything clicked.

“Oh.” Was everything that left your lips. After all you never felt anything to anyone after all you lived there for a week max.

It made Minjuro start to confirm certain things, after all you didn’t mourn or even cry, your face turned blank. Emotionless.

You changed, you weren’t the Ruka he once saw grow, you went the cold but wise woman. You barely cared for the Kamado Clan Ruka – once – cared for. Ruka normally would get angry at the mention of the arranged marriage.

“Can I . . .” she stopped her sudden sentence that came from her parted lips and pursed them together, “never mind.”

Your bowed again before Ubuyashiki and stayed like that that was why your stomach turned and made you feel sick the night before. There a massacre being showcased before your former ‘home’.

Who could it be?

You knew who the six – more like seven – Upper Moons were. You knew where most resided, you knew who it was and all their abilities due to you designing them. But you didn’t know who killed them.

You didn’t even know when Kyojuro would be born so you could count the eighteen years before the official start of the manga. If you knew how long it was before he was born you would know how long it could be.

You were only seventeen in the body of Ruka even if you were older back home. You clearly had forgotten over your worries when you remembered that Tanjuro lived far from there in the mountains that the anime started at.

***

You continued your training later that day ignoring the bewildered look of your soon-to-be husband that was clearly worried of how you behaved like you didn’t give two damns of your parents and Clan members that just were killed.

Shinjuro was confused and worried to how strong the two Moons were that a whole Clan was devoured by them. You looked like you didn’t care. You looked relieved after a bit.

Shinjuro asked his father over the Kamado and he explained, “They are descendants of the first Sun Breather and the father of the Breaths.” The man pats his head, “reason why Muzan wants them gone.”

Minjuro questioned why Muzan didn’t go after you, after all you were the first born of the main branch. Maybe cause you couldn’t use breaths? He didn’t tell his son. But if you couldn’t use the breaths meant one of your kids also couldn’t.

It was a ‘curse’ as some call it. If someone couldn’t use the breaths its possible it would pass in the next generation and the next one. For four generations.

You did push ups making your arms ache until you reached forty for now.

Then at dinner you drank herbs in place of sake or water. Before sleeping you stretched your back so you wouldn’t strain.

What you didn’t know was that something changed after you had your private conversation with Minjuro. Not like you’d know.

***

The Flame Estate was now finished. It was huge, and was pretty close to the main HQ but you didn’t remember where it was. Either way you were happy. The trees were all purple showing that it was wisteria.

In two days you got married to Shinjuro, you had to confess soon, that day or the one after, but you refused to let that wedding still be seen as ‘business’!

You moved to the second house faster than you couldn’t think off. That one was comfier, after all there weren’t a lot of Rengoku clones running around. They all looked the same, like you decided to copy-paste your own creations. . .

Okay, you had to admit you lost idea in how to make Shinjuro, and it looked like an innocent joke, same with making Muzan and Inosuke. You were bored and decided to make them a meme.

Whelp. . .