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𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮
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Y/n L/n, the student of Kanroji Mitsuri and the only current known user of Plant Breathing. Being caught up in the demon sl...
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Passion. It's what drove most of us. Besides revenge, of course; though, no one should ever get caught up in their anger. It might be what put us all here in the first place. But it should not stay the driving force throughout one's journey.
My breathing doesn't fall in line with that. Unlike water, or mist, plants stay in the environment they were born in, if the climate changes, they die. There are only certain things that can adapt. The forms of Plant Breathing reflect that all too well.
Some are similar. Others can adapt to their surroundings. It made me upset that the breathing forms were inefficient. Something else I'd need to fix. One of many.
Learning to love a sword was hard. Harder than I had expected. It required so much, and for the longest time, I didn't believe myself worthy of staying as Kanroji's pupil. Still, here I was. Getting told I was strong.
So why didn't I believe it?
We had been following the path for a long while. So long that Hoshi gave up on his flying to rest on my shoulder. And the beast had woken up.
As everyone expected, he started to argue. Not with me. Mostly Agatsuma. Inosuke managed to get him into a headlock, demanding a battle, which he would not receive easily as Kamado was trying to pry his hands off the boy who was stuck.
Laughter couldn't help itself as it escaped. The arguing stopped for a second, followed by the red-haired slayers sigh of relief.
"Oh thank the gods! We were starting to think you were annoyed!"
"Not me! I didn't care!" Inosuke wanted to make himself clear.
"Annoyed?" I powered through my amused voice, "Why ever would I be annoyed?"
Agatsuma chimed, "You've got this irritated sound, masked by sweetness. It's not at me though, is it, Miss L/n?" He batted his eyelashes innocently.
My eyes had to squint to prevent an eye-roll, "It's not you, any of you, don't worry."
