New Hashira

Chapter 7

If you don't want spoilers of the Demon slayer manga, I don't know what to tell Ya'll. This may contain a few (or a lot or like two) spoilers. (Also, may contain gory scenes)

Zoro was lost, but he managed to find then defeat a herd of inferior demons. Corpses of demons were turning to ash as Zoro put his sword in his sheath while walking in the direction of where he sensed was the aftermath of the defeat of Uppermoon 3. Zoro sensed spilled blood, so he hoped his comrades' injuries were only minor.

The crow was sharing the news of each death and defeat, in which he was repeating constantly. Zoro's years of training for 'self-control' saved the crow from death.

Although it didn't show in his expression, Zoro became a little frustrated when the room changed again. He, once again, spread his senses through the whole building. He sensed that Muzan had recovered from the poison Tamayo gave him and had killed a tremendous amount of lower rank demon slayer. Zenitsu defeated Uppermoon 6, which made Zoro remember the former Upper rank. Zoro, then attempted to see how Gyomei, Sanemi, Tokito, and the other Hashira and Tsuguko; Zoro forgot what their names were. 

He was unsuccessful.

The only thing he managed to find out, before going into his own thoughts, was that they were fighting Upper rank 2. Zoro walked through the hallways, heading towards Muzan while attempting to think about another subject. He found one. There was an inferior demon crawling towards him. Zoro let out a large sigh before cutting the demons down, ignoring the curses the demon spewed at.

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I have never thought that I'd be killed by Uppermoon 1. I had believed or wished that I'd die by Zoro's hand as I wanted to become a demon for my pupil to defeat. I beheaded the demon who killed me. I hadn't expected his head to regrow. My demise happened because I let my guard down for 10 seconds at most and 1 second at the least. I sure do hope Zoro helps take down the man I hate the most.

No one should live in a constant state of fear, which is one of the reasons that demons and demon slayers must stay secret. Well at least that was the excuse. But as you know, many families had been killed by these disgusting creatures.

 I never knew my parents, just like Zoro I was an orphan at a dojo for learning swordsmanship. Unlike Zoro's dojo, this one still stands today. I dropped out after I had turned eighteen and joined the demon slayer corps. 

When I learned about breathing techniques, I wanted to learn everything about them. The history, the names, the moves, etcetera. I tried learning to use them myself, but for some unknown reason, I couldn't. 

I had formed a small group. Shanks, Yasopp, Beckman, and few other people that I remember their faces but not their names. We had been working together to kill inferior and lower rank demons. After around two years of raising our ranks and killing more and more demons, we had encountered a demon we couldn't handle. Even when we worked together, it had been Muzan Kibutsuji himself. 

We fought him for 2 hours before Muzan, stopped playing with us and killed every single one of my comrades while I stood there, hopeless, terrified, and horrified. He smiled at me while he continuously sprayed blood all over me. He left me there, knowing I may die from the injuries I had.

After that, I trained my butt off to become stronger. Leading me to becoming a Hashira. Eventually I became the strongest Hashira. 

I was thinking of taking in a tsuguko when Zoro had come to the village, the one that I was living in. When I first saw him, I knew he had gone through something traumatic. Well, anyone could've guessed, seeing that he had blood all over him. He ready for any threat, stronger or weaker. I had felt happy when I found out a kid this age had killed a demon by himself, but the sword skills of the 13-year-old boy didn't prevent him from having a scar on his eye and his torso. 

  I had decided to train him, which resulted with a big success. Seeing that unlike me, he had created a breathing style.

I had gotten kicked out the corps for killing a human which did not stop me from killing demons. My old crow had stuck with me everywhere I went, except for the bathroom, if he followed me in there, I'd be having him for dinner. But then again that wouldn't be a tasty meal, now, would it?

I did teach Zoro how to cook, so that when I went out on missions, he could cook himself something. He was horrible at first, but when he got more into it, he started getting better and better. Now he could open up a restaurant. No, not really. I don't need to buy tables to put in my small ass living room, so our guests could eat.

I occasionally go out randomly to hunt demons randomly. That was until my last mission.