vessel(discontinued)

live and train

Leaving the disastrous scene of the meeting of Zenitsu, Yoriichi ran into the same ponytail girl that flipped the coin when Shinobu brought him in. He recognized her as the one with the spotless kimono at Final Selection. She must be above Mizunoto level now. 

She wore a short white robe over her demon slayer corps uniform. Her emotions were collected and calm. Hesitant in someway. She pulled her coin out and flipped it to reveal a head. The girl put her coin back.

"Hello, my name is Tsuyuri Kanao." Her eyes seemed special. Different from normal eyes. She gave a small bow.

"I am Kamado Tanjiro, good to meet you, Kanao-san." Yoriichi returned her bow and tried to smile. She felt dangerous too. She must be Shinobu's Tsugoku.

"I have seen you at Final Selection, but here... I am wondering whatever you are doing here."

"Shinobu-san has allowed me to train and live here for a short period, I apologize for not speaking sooner, Kanao-san."

"All is well," Kanao gave a smile that reminded Yoriichi of a void. She seemed so sad, so broken.

"Although, I would like to know your demon slayer rank."

"I am in the Mizunoto ra-"

Yoriichi was interrupted by a voice from the other side of the hallway. 

"Yoohoo! Tanjiro-san, your rank is now Tsuchinoe, since you managed demons and Muzan so well. Good for you!" Shinobu gave a smile and walked off.

Kanao gave another void like smile. "One rank above mine."

Does every lady here smile so sadly?

To make them this sad... Yoriichi won't let anyone's dreams be crushed by Muzan again.

"Training..."

Training. The only way.

"Training... Kanao-san, let us train together to prevent anymore deaths by demons."

Coin flip.

"My pleasure," She smiles.

Since the boar head and yellow boy were still injured, it was just Kanao and Yoriichi in the training room. With a whole load of cups piled on the table. Filled with steaming, bitter hot tea. Yoriichi shivers. What a harsh way to train. He doesn't want to pour the tea on the girl. She might call Shinobu to kick him out.

But the other way... Kanao would not be able to put a hand on the teacup before him.

A girl with twin pony tails came in looking severe.

"Alright-- Kanao-san versus Tanjiro-san, BEGIN!"

Wearing the same dull smile, Kanao reached for the nearest cup. Fast.

The two clashed for about three seconds.

Yoriichi stopped her hand and got another cup of tea before she could even see it. Shock reflected in her special eyes. 

Pour the tea.

But wait, what if he got kicked out?

He changed his movement pattern and pressed the cup to her lips. A sip of the bitter tea slid in her mouth and she crumpled backward, completely red. Wait... Wasn't this worse than pouring it on her?

Oh no.

"I'm- I'm sorry, I didn't want to pour it on you, Kanao-san, my slow self decided on such a disrespectful act. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"No... It's okay..." She pulled out her coin again. Was it to decide if she would kick him out? He has gotten himself in great trouble.

The coin flipped. Heads. Heads? Yes to kicking him out?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"No, I won't kick you out. It's not about that." She crumpled back again. She went a bright red.

The tea. It was too bitter.

"I'm sorry, really-"

"Tanjiro-san, the teacup..." Kanao touched the part of the teacup that reached her lips embarrassedly.

"Oh. I'm sorry about that too. I hope you are not too offended(Innocent)." He bowed, nervous. What a bad idea.

"You won, Tanjiro, let us train some other time."

"Yes, please forgive me."

"WHAT!! YOU--" Zenitsu, who was calmly laying on his bed a few moments ago, shrieked and jumped up.

The boar was motionless like before.

"THAT GIRL, KANAO, SHE'S TRYING TO STEAL YOU FROM ME--"

Out of the door again.

He had made so many bad first impressions here at the Butterfly Estate. He feels bad just thinking about it. Suddenly, a great idea came to him. Cook food. Traditional sweets and good, not bitter tea.

Yes. Perfect. He had to pat himself on the back for that.

After a few questions and directions, Yoriichi found himself in the Mansions kitchen. It was comfortably clean and tidy. Yoriichi rolled up his sleeves. As always, he would think of himself as a chef if he wasn't a demon slayer.