Shinobu's pov
I peek my eyes open as I fall, the demon's arms falling by my side. Forcing myself to look up, I see the silvery blue blade glinting as blood drips off the sharp edges, the gleaming light from the blade reflecting in e/c eyes.
'Y/n-chan.'
Y/n's pov
The blood sprays as you cut off the demon's arms as it opens its bloody spirit to absorb Shinobu, her falling below you.
'Master!' You hear Kanao's voice from the floor as you block the demon's attack, her eyes wide as she watches her master fall.
'Kanao, take her away. Stay hidden somewhere.' You shout, your blade straining against the demon. She hesitates for a second before pulling up Shinobu on her shoulders and dragging her out of the room stained with blood.
'Look at you, saving your friend! Little ones trying so hard!' The demon says, licking his lips as you glare at him from the other side, the bluish silver blade glinting in between. Focusing on your breath, you push the blade into his arm blocking you, the blood sipping through his skin.
'Finally a stronger one! Now I can feel less sorry for attacking you!' The demon cackles, his arm shooting out as frost forms in the middle. Pushing your feet into the air, you dodge the frost, it crashing into the wall behind. Catching your breath, you focus your eyes on the demon, gripping the sword firmly in your hand.
Spirit Breathing. Fifth form: Rippling peace.
The ripples of air surrounds the blade, the spirit air vibrating the floor as you leap towards the demon's neck. The demon dodges the blade just as it forms another sharp ice block, the weight of the ice hitting the storm of air from you. Your feet skids back from the demon art pushing against the rippling air, your arms shaking as you try to deflect the ice away.
'You all work so hard even when you can't win against demons! I'll give you that!' The demon says watching the sweat bead on your forehead. 'Such a shame. I could have absorbed the butterfly girl if I didn't feel so bad for her!' He says, the smile never wavering on his face. You feel your hands tense around the blade, forcing your foot to take a step forward, pushing against the icy demon art. Just as you push the ice, you swing the blade, the air ripping the frosty ice into pieces. The piece of sharp ice grazes your cheek as it dissipates, and you wince against the stinging pain before dodging another frost.
Spirit Breathing. Eight form: Silence of the spirits.
The circle of shimmering white light appears as you swing the blade forward, the ice breaking apart as you leap towards the demon once again. The white light dissipates against the long frosty ice reappearing in front of you, your lungs squeezing tight as the air rushes past.
'My bad, you're not that different to your friend!' The demon says as your back hits the wall, the ice forming above you in the air. You force yourself to roll to the side, the ice thudding to the floor where you were seconds ago. Looking at your arm, you see the blood sipping through the fabric, the ice shard piercing the skin under. Taking the cold ice with your other hand, you wince as you pull out the bloody ice shard, discarding it to the side before quickly taking back your sword.
Tanjiro's pov
'Giyu-san!' I call him as we've been running in the corridors looking for Kibutsuji for the past five minutes, the distance between Giyu-san and us growing bigger.
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[Giyu x Reader] My World Is at Peace With You
Fiksi PenggemarL/n Y/n, the Spirit Hashira, comes from a household with a long history of demon slayer that uses Spirit Breathing. Being one of the few Hashiras who have mastered the last form of all breathing types, Nagi (Dead calm) which requires physical streng...