As my fellow hashiras continued their deliberations about the fate of Tanjiro and Nezuko, I felt an overwhelming unease that churned in my stomach. Addressing my comrades, I managed a weak smile as I stood up and approached Tanjiro. My voice was gentle, carrying concern and reassurance, as I spoke, "Please, Tanjiro, take care not to overexert yourself. You're injured, and I'll be here to support you." With those words, I returned to my spot, still grappling with the turmoil within me.
As the discussion progressed, Rengoku mentioned the possibility of executing Tanjiro and Nezuko. The thought twisted my insides, and I couldn't help but cover my mouth in distress, clutching my stomach as the sickly feeling intensified. The idea of killing them both, especially Nezuko, whose sacrifice I was personally aware of, was too much to bear. My attention was fully on Tanjiro as he passionately pleaded his case, his words resonating deeply within me.
The focus shifted to Sanemi Shinazugawa as he held Nezuko's box and pierced into it. Panic surged through me, and I swiftly rose to my feet, unable to control my emotions any longer. "Shinazugawa, don't!" I cried out, my voice strained. The sickness in my stomach and the distress I felt manifested physically as I fell to the floor, coughing up blood. Despite my condition, I couldn't stand by as Nezuko was potentially harmed.
Shinobu, trying to calm the situation, cautioned me to take care of myself, but I was adamant. "No! You know nothing of these two siblings and what they've endured to protect each other and us. We must wait for the master's decision," I asserted fiercely, my voice wavering due to the mixture of concern and anger I felt. My outburst shocked those around me, their gazes fixed on my weakened form, and it wasn't long before the master arrived, drawing everyone's attention.
We all bowed respectfully to the master, expressing gratitude for his well-being. Shinazugawa, addressing the matter of the two siblings, added his sentiments, inquiring about Tanjiro and Nezuko. While others expressed concerns and objections, I fully agreed with the master's decision, voicing my support with determination. "I concur with you completely, master. Thank you very much," I said, my voice a mix of appreciation and conviction.
As the conversation continued, a letter from a former hashira was read aloud. With a deep breath, I felt compelled to speak up again, this time vouching for Nezuko. My voice was steady as I addressed the master, "Master, I would also like to vouch for Nezuko. I know the kind of demon she is and the choices she's made. I believe in her potential to change."
However, amidst our discussions, something unexpected occurred. Shinazugawa, seemingly determined to prove both the master and myself wrong, vanished into the shadows of the master's residence. The scene unfolded in shock and disbelief as he deliberately cut his arm. Nezuko, confined within her box, observed the blood for a brief moment before turning away in visible disgust, a poignant testament to the strength of her character and her commitment to her humanity.
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Dark secrets ~ Rengoku x reader
FanfictionY/n kibutsuji the daughter of the one and only muzan kibutsuji at a young age your mother had left she didn't even look back for you. As a child you grew up around the upper rank demons known as the 12 Kizuki they were like your family uncle Kokush...
