𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖘 [Tanjiro Kamado X Reader] (Kimetsu no Yaiba)

~chapter eighty-six~

Hello, everyone!

Just a heads-up that I'll most likely place this story on hold soon, since I'm just up to volume 14 (I have to wait for the volumes to be published in German, which takes too f-ing long), and we already reached that far with this story.

I actually didn't think this story would progress as fast as it did, but oh well.

Anyways, that was all I wanted to tell you, and that I do plan on finishing this book one day!

Now, enjoy!

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Tanjiro Pov:

"Nezuko, don't worry! I won't abandon you." I told her, trying to free her of the rubble that had fallen on top of her. She grabbed my sword, cutting her fingers open. "Let go of my sword. I'll just get rid of all the rubble. So don't do this, Nezuko! Your fingers are getting cut!" I called, but she didn't stop.

"Stop it, Nezuko!" I said, only to watch as the sword began to burn. That's... from her blood. And the color's changing! Thanks to the increase in temperature, the black sword is turning red! Her bursting Demon blood is making it stronger!

Suddenly, a memory I never lived through appeared in my mind. It was of a woman with a bright smile, saying: "That Samurai's sword only turns red when he fights. Why is that? It's so weird. Usually, it's just obsidian black. It's so pretty."

That's... an inherited memory, right? So the Samurai guy must be that earring swordsman. Was his sword charred black? It must be the same sword I have. Any my sword turned red just now. The color changed, just like (Y/N)'s always does.

But I'm sure that swordsman did it a different way, even though we ended up with the same blade. I thought I got strong, but the Demon's just got stronger. My body is scarred and it feels like it's falling apart. But ever time this happens, someone helps me and our lives become intertwined.

I have to meet their expectations! Everyone is lending me their swords. Our hopes, and our feelings, are one. We must defeat the Demon's and protect the people. I have to live up to that!

"Planning something, huh? You still can't beat us." said the flying Demon, starting to charge towards me. "Once we cut you up, you won't feel pain or itches anymore." I held my sword tightly in both of my hands, taking in a deep breath before using the Hinokami Kagura, Solar Halo, Dragon Dance.

3rd Person Pov:

With a displeased expression, the silver haired Demon stared at what he had done. There was no turning back now. He had just poisoned his favorite opponent, and the chances of her recovering were closer to zero than to one.

Sighing, he let his arms drop to his side, muttering: "Shit. I've really done it now, huh?" He watched how the female Demon Slayer struggled to breath, clutching her chest, while her eyes were shut close.

"Screw this. In a few years, you could've been the most powerful Demon Slayer to ever exist. But this? I'm gonna tell him where he can stick it for ruining my only joy in life." he said to himself, starting to approach her.