Kamado Miko

Prologue

Six-year-old Miko watches as her father dances non-stop. Having been told to stop a few times by her mother but he ignored her, he was going to dance until the sunrise. Her mother already tried to get Miko back in, but the girl wouldn't budge, so she went to put her brothers to sleep instead

Niko, a year younger brother

Kio, two years younger brother

Riko, five years younger brother, Rio's one-hour older twin

Rio, five-year younger brother, Riko's one-hour younger twin

Miko was upset she was the only girl, but she didn't complain, it allowed her to sneak her way to inherit the tradition from her father

One day, you'll be able to do this, just like me

Miko sighs. Nine years later watching her dad, this time with company. Yushiro and Chachamaru. The calico cat gets on Miko's lap and naps, the girl absent-mindedly petting the calico, watching her father intensely, rarely blinking. No matter how many times she's seen it, it always puts her in some trance

" Oi, you'll dry your eyes out "Yushiro whispers

" Ah "

Miko gives a small surprised exhale before coming back, but was quickly thrown into a trance once more watching her father perform with the black katana. Yushiro sighed before watching, it was very beautiful to watch. It reminded him of Lady Tamayo. A painting idea spawns into his head, inspired by the Hinokami Kagura dance

" I'll have to leave now "said Yushiro

Miko nods, not paying full attention. Yushiro chuckles before grabbing the cat, who looked upset by him being picked up away from Miko. The demon rolls his eyes before exiting the Nakadai household and going to his place

Today was a special occasion. Miko's parents were visiting and she's inheriting the tradition since she was old enough. Yushiro has followed the Kamado descendants, he has watched them grow and the world around him grow as he continues to paint Lady Tamayo. He is now part of their family and assists them, it was a way to stay with the past for him

He did as he promised Miko, stay at least until midnight, and he was pretty sure it was past midnight. Yushiro smiles warmly while looking at and petting Chachamaru

" Miko's maturing now...not in the head, unfortunately... "

Chachamaru meows as he looks up at Yushiro, who sighed before looking back at the now invisible cat in thought

" But I know Miko is like Tanjiro, she's caring, annoying, kind, annoying, sweet, annoying "

The cat meows once again, turning visible now. Yushiro was able to see Chachamaru's annoyed and deadpanned face. The demon flushes embarrassed before entering his house

" She's annoyingly like Tanjiro in reality, but her inferiority complex makes her jump into unnecessary danger and craziness. How am I supposed to tell her that she doesn't need to do all that to prove herself? "

Yushiro stares at the cat, who gave the same face in response like it was obvious

' Tell her that then '

" ...No...Miko's not like Tanjiro, no she is like him when she stops trying to pretend to be tough...I won't tell her that either "

Chachamaru rolls his eyes before being dropped onto the counter with cat food

" I will be painting Lady Tamayo now, see you tomorrow morning "

Miko watched until it was morning, until her dad stopped. Her body had gotten used to this, and the fact she was inheriting the katana and hanafuda earrings made it exciting. Her body filled with adrenaline as she watches her dad walks over, sheathing the katana

" Get some sleep, I already informed the school that you won't be going today "

" Okay Tosan! "

He pats her head before Miko gets up and walks into the house. Her pink hair swayed. Everyone assumed it was dyed, but it was passed down from Tanjiro's wife, Kanao Tsuyuri, or Kamado now

" Suchiiko(Su-Chi-E-Ko), are you sure you aren't tired? "said his wife

" No Naomi "Suchiiko replies

Naomi sighs as Suchiiko enters the house, after they had kids there had been some sort of tension about the tradition. Naomi didn't like how he would dance all night till day, and Suchiiko is determined to keep the line going. Miko was going to do it as the eldest of the group, but she'll need to rest

She's still a kid, she'll need some time to get used to not sleeping afterward. Suchiiko enters their shared room and places the katana on its stand. He looks in the mirror at the hanafuda earrings. Suchiiko closes his eyes while gently holding them. He felt emotion coming from it, from past generations, each holding warm feelings

Arms go around his neck as his wife nuzzles her face into his back. Suchiiko turns around and hugs her. They stayed like that for a moment before they part and Naomi looks up. They love each other, but they just have a minor disagreement over this. Suchiiko knew Naomi was upset because she didn't want the kids to dance for twelve hours straight

It's okay, Miko will pull through, Suchiiko believes in her. There was something about her that sparked familiarity. Back in Japan, Miko was such a sweet child and looks out for her siblings, but eventually, something changed. She became a bit wilder, but with them, she still remained that same girl

Suchiiko wonders why. He's not upset, but curious, why is she acting like this all of a sudden? It's okay, she'll come to him when it's time, or Yushiro will ask. Yushiro looks at his latest artwork. Lady Tamayo was standing up, holding fans in her hand as she poses beautifully, like she was dancing as flames go around her with flowers following. Not an intense flame though, a gentle flame, Lady Tamayo was a gentle demon

Yushiro was glad that bastard Muzan was dead, but because he was dead, it left the throne open for demons who managed to break from Muzan's control. Her white hair waves down her body over her gorgeous gold and black essence-themed kimono. Obi gold and silver, reflecting the walls she was surrounded by

" Time to show Muzan who the real king is, or rather it be queen. It's time for a new era of demons! Ones far more powerful and will eventually conquer the sun and the human race! "