Demon Slayer: hámon chronicles

Part 7: Former-Water Hashira

*this means it's in English
(Unless it's portrayed as thoughts)

(3rd person p.o.v)

Tanjiro: Thank you very much sir!

Tanjiro exclaimed as he slammed the hard cold yen coins on the man's hand. Causing the him to retract his hand back and hold it in pain.

Tanjiro: Alright! Now that I've got a basket that'll hopefully fit Nezuko we can finally make that trip to Mt. Sagiri!

It took days, but slowly but surely, Kei made a recovery from her wounds. Note: physical. Kei had been devastated by the death of her two children. She took sometime alone to grieve as the rest of Tanjiro family did too, taking upon a new sense of responsibility for the tragedy that occurred.

And the news broken to them by Tanjiro. About Nezuko.

Speaking of responsibility, Tanjiro, as the man of the house, had taken upon himself to keep the remainder of his family together. Shigeru was now spending his time covering for the duties Nezuko, and his deceased siblings were in charge of.

It was decided that it was no longer safe stay in the home that sheltered generations of their family, and so had to move soon, away from their home town. To hopefully refuge his family with an old man named urokodaki as giyu instructed, and to hopefully become a demon slayer, and turn his sister back into a human.

Tanjiro: Everyone. I'm home!

Announcing his return, a soft hurried pair of footsteps raced to Tanjiro. Revealing a tired looking kei, she widened her bagged eyes. Sore from crying as she embraced her eldest child tightly, ushering a thousand thanks to the fire god every time Tanjiro returned safely.

Tanjiro: Hey mom, I brought back a basket. I was hoping on checking it with Nezuko to see if it's fit to travel around with her inside.

Kei: Ah, She's in her room...

Kei blamed herself when she learned of the news of Nezukos condition, what that man cursed Nezuko with, the torment he put her family in.

They exchanged bitter sweet smiles as Tanjiro walked to Nezuko, seeing in the distraught state their home was in on the way there. Blood and tears were cleaned, with Takeo and Hanako's bodies were respectfully laid to rest beside each other at the front of their house. But it still wasn't the same, no matter how much they wipe and clean, there will still be the stench of death in the house.

Tanjiro: Nezuko! Mr. Jonathan!

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(Jonathan's p.o.v)

You sigh and contemplate as Nezuko lays resting on your lap. You softly run your hands through her hair, brushing it, wishing for a different outcome.

Jonathan: 'why must these terrible thing happen to the undeserving? Such a cruel world this is...'

Jonathan: *Demons... Vampires... Different names but all the same, evil, vile, spiteful creatures.

As you stopped brushing her hair, Nezuko awakened from the sudden halt. Looking up with puffed up cheeks as she placed your hand back on her head again before adjusting to be more comfortable on you lap.

Jonathan: 'well.. not all demons.'

You smile solemnly

Tanjiro: ねずこ！ジョナサンさん！
  (Nezuko! Mr. Jonathan!)

Looking up, you see Tanjiro by the doorway holding a basket with his expression lighting up.

Tanjiro: ねずこ！あなたが目を覚ましています！ああ、なんてかわいいんだろう。
  (Nezuko! you're awake! aww, how cute!)