19 year old Asahi Himari is the daughter of a wealthy family but she's always been sheltered her whole life.
At the age of 12, Asahi masters Pegasus Breathing and becomes a Demon Slayer. A few years year later, she's climbed through the Demon Slaye...
I click my sword into place on my left hip as I stand outside the Master's room.
"Guess I'll be heading off now," I murmur before I begin to make my way to the gate.
"Himari!" I pause and turn to see Giyu behind me.
"Tomioka-san!"
"Are you heading out for a mission?" He asks.
I nod my head. "Uh huh. I just got called out to a village a couple of days away. You?"
"I have to go to MT. Kemuri. A demon's been sighted there," He answers as I start towards the gate.
We stop just outside it and I turn to face Giyu. "Well, good luck," I say. Giyu just inclines his head.
"Likewise."
I body flicker away from him as I head to my destination.
When I reach the house, I find I was already too late. Blood stains the walls and furniture has been knocked over.
"I'm too late," I murmur.
As I was searching the house just to make sure, and to check there was no sign of a demon, I hear the creak of a door opening from a cupboard in the living room.
I freeze and frown towards it, silently inching my hand towards my blade. I step quietly over to the cupboard and gently pull the door open. I gasp upon seeing a boy, about the same age as Kiaria, with spiky red hair and teal blue eyes pressed into the back corner with a knife held in his hands. His blue eyes are wide with fear and face pale.
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(What the boy looks like just without the Demon Slayer uniform and with teal blue eyes)
"Hey," I say in a gentle tone as I squat down. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. The demon is gone, I promise. I'm a Hashira and I've been here to—whoa!" I jerk back just in time to dodge a wild swing of the boy's knife. "Hey, take it easy! I'm not a demon!"
The boy just growls and swings the knife for me wildly again, and again, and again, forcing me outside. I have to unsheathe my white nichirin blade to block his wild swings.
"Please, stop! I don't want to hurt you," I try to explain.
"My family are all dead!" He yells, tears now leaking down his face. "They're gone! That demon killed then!"
"I know, and I'm sorry. I wish I'd gotten here sooner. The only thing that matters now is that you're alive," I say calmly, my purple eyes soft.
"Sorry isn't going to bring them back!" The boy shouts.
"I know that too. I want to help you, if you'll let me," I say.
"I refuse!"
The boy growls before throwing himself at me while pulling back the knife. I simply flick it out of his hand with my sword before I strike the side of my hand against his neck, instantly knocking the boy out.
