Redemptions Greatest Abyss|| Yan! Hantengu clones x reader

chapter 1 overcoming weaknesses

1st person pov:

As I stumbled through the forest, disoriented and lost, I never expected my savior to be someone like Shinazugawa Sanemi. I soon learned he was taking me to a secret organization known as the demonslayer corps, which was hidden from the government of Japan. As we walked, Shinazugawa calmly explained what my role would be within the organization - to help destroy the very demons that took my parents and friends away from me. Well maybe not the exact demon. Despite the calmness in his voice, there was an undercurrent of anger that emanated from him, making me wary and careful in everything I did around him. I was hyper-aware of my breathing, my pace and the distance I kept from him, as I didn't want to set him off. As I struggled to maintain my composure, I couldn't help but think "man, this guy is hella scary, and he wants me to train under him??? What am I even training to do?!"

While lost in thought, Shinazugawa recognized my confusion and answered my unspoken question. He revealed that I would be training to become his "tsuguko," or successor while also learning his unique breathing style. This would help me to hunt and slay demons, but he added that I would have to be strong enough to survive. If not, he threatened to kick me out of the organization, leaving me homeless with no place to go. The way he spoke made me even more anxious, and I couldn't help but wonder if he could read my thoughts, using his strange breathing style to his advantage.

Throughout the journey, his words bounced around my head, leaving me with so many unanswered questions - what was a breathing style and how was it used to fight demons? I knew how to breathe, so what could he teach me? These doubts sparked a sudden aggression in me, forcing me to think "what the hell?! Can he read my thoughts?? Is that what his weird breathing thing is?! I already know how to breathe!!" As I realized he answered my question without me saying anything earlier. I quickly hoped I hadn't made the mistake of voicing those thoughts out loud, as I didn't want to anger Shinazugawa any further.

In conclusion, while the journey to the demonslayer corps had been expected, my trainer was an enigma, leaving me with many uncertainties about what I would be learning and how I would survive under his tutelage.

As Shinazugawa and I arrived at the demonslayer corps, I was surprised by the secrecy and exclusivity surrounding the organization. He led me through an unknown building and called out to someone to take care of me, which confused me as I wasn't injured or sick. It was only when I glanced down at my arm and shoulder that I noticed the deep gashes, which shocked me since I didn't remember getting those wounds or feeling them. Before I could even say anything, a short lady with black-and-purple hair rushed me into a room and began cleaning my wounds. Despite her small stature, she had a commanding presence that instantly made me feel at ease.

"My, my, what happened to you, little one? Demon attack?" She asked, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her choice of words. 'who is she talking about little? Look at yourself, no, nevermind you probably can't even reach the mirror, Peck ' and she the audacity to imply I had been attacked by a demon. What even is a demon anyways? Did she hit her head too?

Ignoring her comment, I found myself lost in thought, trying to piece together how I received these wounds in the first place. The last thing I remembered was getting hit in the head and then being kidnapped by Shinazugawa. "Wait...what even happened to me?" I mumbled to myself, still staring off into space. I realized I couldn't remember what had happened or how I had gotten these wounds. I didn't even know where I was.

The purple-haired lady interrupted my thoughts, "Can't remember? Did you hit your head and lose your memories?" "Yeah, probably," I said with a shrug and dotted eyes. My eyes widened as I realized that she answered my question without me saying anything, leaving me to think she used this weird 'breathing style' on me to read my mind like shinazugawa did. I had a lot more questions and fears than anything else. Will I be able to do that too? Nah that's just freaky nevermind.

"Well, you need some stitches and maybe a blood transfusion. You lost quite a bit of blood. Not to worry, you'll be fine, just some scars will be left behind," she said with a warm smile that somehow put me at ease. "It may hurt a bit," she added.

She was wrong.

Sooo so so so wrong.

It hurt like hell it felt like she was stabbing me for the fun of it.

After the purple-haired lady finished wrapping my wounds, I was sent to another room to rest and recover. The room was simple but comfortable, and it had all the necessary amenities to help me heal. However, despite the comfort of the room, my mind was still reeling from everything that had happened. The so called demons, the injuries, the memory loss, and the prospect of becoming a demon slayer, everything was so overwhelming, and I didn't know how to process it all. I decided to take a deep breath and try to get some rest, but before I could even close my eyes, Shinazugawa's words echoed in my head, making it impossible to get a moment's peace.
"FUCKING HELL HOW'D YOU GET HURT IN THE FIRST PLACE??!!! WERE YOU STANDING IN ITS WAY?!?! IF SO THATS THE MOST STUPIDEST THING I HEARD!!!!" Damn why was he so harsh?

"Shinazugawa is always angry, and not to mind him." The purple-haired lady's words were still fresh in my mind, and I found myself wondering how I was going to cope with this. If his behavior leading up to this point was any indication, things were not going to be easy. I couldn't help but think back to the angry rhino who had threatened to murder me if I wasn't strong enough, only for him to say he'd force me to become a demon slayer even if I wasn't a capable fighter. Like make up your damn mind bleach demon!

As the days passed, I slowly healed, and the gross medicine gradually became less necessary. However, one thing was still clear, and that was my memory loss. I couldn't remember anything from before the supposed demon attack, which was frustrating and confusing. I couldn't even begin to imagine what it was like to go through such a traumatic event and not remember anything about your past. As a result, my focus shifted towards the present, and I started to prepare myself for the inevitable training to become a demon slayer.

I was assigned to train under a slayer who was higher ranked, tsuchinoto, for a week because shinazugawa was on a mission. His name was Keisuke Ryuji, he was alright, better than that  bleach demon.

A couple of weeks passed, and I was slowly but surely getting better. However, that progress was short-lived when Shinazugawa appeared out of nowhere, ready to drag me to what I could only guess was his house or training area. "YOUR STARTING YOUR TRAINING WITH ME TODAY DIPSHIT!" he yelled, as he pulled me along. Despite my best efforts, my heart sank at the thought of what was to come, the dread of his wrath was enough to keep me in check.

As we made our way towards the training area, my mind was racing, and my last thought before the grueling training began was, 'I'm going to die by the hands of this albino gorilla.' The thought of the intense, almost inhumane training only added to the challenges that lay ahead. If I could barely handle the simplest of things, how was I going to survive this training? Every step felt like a death sentence, and all I could do was hope for the best and prepare myself for the worst.

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Well theres chapter one done!
Just imagine sanemi became a Hashira at sixteen okay?

Might make 2 chapters every day now😍

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