Kota's POV
When I regain my consciousness, I'm in my father's room in the fortress. He's nowhere to be seen, though. The door slides open, and Akaza steps in with some food and drink.
"You're awake," He says placing the tray down next to my father's futon. "Eat."
I rub my head and sit up. How much time has passed? I grab the tea and drink it a little bit. The fog in my head are starting to clear.
"The corps!" I stood up, but the dizziness caused me to sit back down. "Who was stupid enough to teleport me here WHILE I WAS IN A HASHIRAS MEETING???"
"Your dad," Akaza replies, grabbing one onigiri and placing it in my hands. I nibble down on it.
"If it was my dad, then it was smart for him to do it." I mumble, gulping down my food.
Akaza rolls his eyes. I stick my tongue out at him.
"Where is he now?" I ask, looking around.
"He went to find the hashiras that made you faint. Also he was curious about the strange haori covering you. It's by the table there."
Tomioka-san's haori. I get up slowly and grab the soft haori that was covering me. "Can you take it back to him?"
Akaza looks stunned. "Me? Why me?"
"Because." I say. That was enough to convince him. He groans and takes the haori from me.
"Careful," I warn. "It's really important to him."
He scoffs. "Since when did you care? But fine. I'll be careful. See you."
He waves and heads off to Tomiok-san's house. I hope he manages without being beheaded. Maybe he'll sneak in. Meh, as long as he comes back.
I decided to walk around, because I'm bored. I put my hands in my pocket. I'm still in uniform, so I'm pretty comfortable.
After a few minutes of walking around, I didn't see a single being. This place is so huge. I groans as I take a right turn. I bump into someone.
I scurry back, and meet six eyes. "Kokushibo-dono-"
"..."
We stood there in silence. He eyes my uniform. "Good job... becoming a slayer..."
I grin. "Thank you!"
"Want me... to help you... train?" He asks with his slow tone.
"Yea, but you fight with demon arts. If I want to get better with swords, I need breathing styles at least." I laugh.
"You came... to the right... being, then..." He mutters. Okay, now I'm confused. He drags my haori into a big room.
Before I could ask what he means by that, he's on the other side of the room.
"Okay... now charge me..." He says loud enough for me to hear. Okay them. I guess I'll listen.
I dash off towards him, getting ready for my first form.
Ice breathing, first form; frost lotuses.
I aim for his neck. He should be able to dodge, right?
His dodging or attacking was not what I was expecting. It was like a type of breathing, or it was actually a type of breathing.
"What-" I mumble, startled. I look up to see Kokushibo-dono now holding a sword.
"It's called... Moon breathing.."
Breathing?
"Did you learn it from the slayers you killed?" I ask. It's a ridiculous question. It's so stupid.
He is silent for a minute. "No..."
"Then how did you learn it?" I scratch my head. He goes silent again. Is this dude playing with my patience? Because I'm just about to run out of them.
"I was part... of the corps..." He answers almost in a whisper.
I open my mouth. Whoa. I didn't know this.
"So cool!!! Were you a hashira???"
"I guess so... I was the..." he pauses for a second. "I was... the second strongest..."
How strong is he? I run up to him and grab his wrist. "Second strongest?? You're so strong!!!"
He looks at me for a second. "My twin brother... was the strongest..."
I clap my hands together. "What a strong duo!! How strong was he?"
"Please... stop asking... questions about my... brother.." He says coldly. I tilt my head, but I don't question it. There must be some reason, right?
"Can you teach me Moon breathing?" I ask, changing the subject. He nods, but stands still.
"Wouldn't you... rather learn... Sun breathing... from another person...?" He questioned. I shake my head.
"Sun breathing? I don't know what that is, but I'm not curious about it. First of all, I always liked the way the Moon shines. I can look at it. The Sun is too bright. I like the Sun, but I prefer the Moon over the Sun. I love how peaceful it looks." I answer carefully. Kokushibo-dono looks at me with a surprise in his eyes.
He takes my answer. He almost looks like a child now.
"In order to... perform the breath of The Moon..."
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I'm worn out. Why are there so many forms? When we're taking a break, Kokushibo-dono wants to know how my breathing technique works.
"Well..." I start. "My breathing technique is basically like my dad's. It shortens the opponent's stamina. One breathing form actually makes the opponent feel numb, one makes them feel like they're being stabbed through everywhere. It makes the area cold. That's about it."
Now that I think about it, my breathing style is kind of... lame. I sulk in that thought for minutes.
"Shortening the opponents... stamina... is a good... strategy... " Kokushibo-dono compliments. I smile slightly.
"There you are!!" I hear a happy voice, and I turn around. Dad!
"Dad!! I missed you!!" I run towards him and hug him tight. He laughs and ruffles my hair.
"I see you're with Kokushibo-dono! Getting some training done~?" He asks, lifting my chin up.
"Yea! He taught me new breathing!!" I reply, smiling widely.
"How about... Douma train... kota..? I would like to see... how the same techniques... fight eachother..." Kokushibo-dono suggests, and I agree. I would love to train with dad.
We start to walk to where my dad usually has his fights.
A random, but somewhat important question suddenly pops into my head.
"Dad?" I call out, and he hums in response. "What happened to... well, my mom?"
He turns his head down at me. He looks dull like every other day. I hope his heart is aching with pain right now.
"You see dear..." He looks like he's thinking. Thinking of what?
I'm scared of what the answer is going to be.
"Well..." he says slowly, still managing to keep his smile. "You know how I always tell you that the demon slayers are bad? Well... that's the reason."
He hasn't told me the answers clearly, but I think I know already.
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