Dark secrets ~ Rengoku x reader

𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑳𝒀 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮

Under the scorching night sky, the Demon Slayers trained diligently, their determination burning brightly. Muichiro Tokito, Tengen Uzui, Mitsuri Kanroji, Gyomei Himejima, Shinobu Kocho, Obanai Iguro, Kyojuro Rengoku, Giyu Tomioka, Sanemi Shinazugawa, and you, all united in pursuit of honing your skills to combat the forces of darkness.

As the training intensified, the heat became unbearable, causing sweat to trickle down the faces of the Demon Slayers. One of them, concerned for your well-being, suggested removing your mask. "Why don't you take off your mask? It's hot, and you must be sweating," they suggested. Panic surged through you, and you quickly refused, adamant about concealing your eyes. "No, no. It stays on. I don't want anyone to see my eyes," you replied, your voice laced with unease.

As the night wore on, the clock struck 1:09 am, signaling the end of the training session. The other Demon Slayers bid their farewells, their bodies weary but their spirits resolute. Yet, you chose to continue training, determined to push yourself further. The Snake Hashira, Obanai Iguro, before departing, questioned your decision. "Are you coming?" he inquired. A smile graced your lips as you replied, "No, I need to keep training." The night embraced you as you delved deeper into your rigorous practice, relentless in your pursuit of strength.

Hours passed, and the moon cast a pale glow upon the training grounds. Beads of perspiration dotted your forehead as you executed your techniques with precision. Each strike, each movement, was infused with purpose and determination. The sound of your weapon slicing through the air echoed through the night, accompanied only by your steady breaths.

As you pushed your body and mind to their limits, a sense of tranquility settled over you. Amidst the solitude, you found solace and clarity. The weight of your mask felt like a shield, protecting you not only from the outside world but also from the vulnerabilities and insecurities that lay within. It represented the hidden strength you possessed, a reminder of the legacy you carried as Muzan Kibutsuji's daughter.

In the depths of your training, the night whispered its secrets, revealing hidden truths and unwavering determination. The darkness became your ally, a canvas upon which your skills were sharpened. Time ceased to exist as you delved further into the depths of your abilities, pushing the boundaries of your own potential.

As the first rays of dawn began to illuminate the horizon, you finally allowed yourself a moment of respite. The training ground bore the evidence of your relentless practice, marked by your unwavering dedication. With a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction, you knew that each day brought you closer to fulfilling your destiny as a Demon Slayer.

As the world awakened, you made your way back, your mask still firmly in place, concealing your identity. The journey ahead was long and arduous, but you were prepared to face whatever challenges lay in your path. The road to becoming a true warrior was fraught with obstacles, but with each step, you embraced the strength that resided within you.

And so, you continued your training, emboldened by the camaraderie of your fellow Demon Slayers and the determination to protect the innocent. The night would no longer hold secrets, as your resolve burned brightly, lighting the way towards a future where demons would be vanquished and darkness would be conquered.

The Hashiras were taken aback when Shinobu Kocho brought up the topic of someone training throughout the night. She mentioned that the sound of intense training had filled the air, even until 1 am, long after everyone else had gone home. The Snake Hashira, Obanai Iguro, confirmed her observation, revealing that it was the new girl, y/n, who had dedicated herself to training without rest. Shock and amazement spread through the group as they contemplated her unwavering commitment.

Worried about y/n's well-being, the Hashiras decided to check on her. They made their way to the training grounds, their steps filled with curiosity and concern. What they found left them astounded—y/n, completely absorbed in her relentless practice, pushing herself beyond the limits of exhaustion. The Hashiras exchanged glances, their admiration mingled with a tinge of worry for her physical and mental state.