Gambit

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"Great leaders inspire greatness in others."

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          Of the many things you'd like to achieve in your lifetime, reaching terminal velocity as you fall through the sky certainly didn't make the list. You catch the occasional glimpse of purple as the wind whips you around. The ground rushes up to meet you, catching you... painlessly? That doesn't seem right. You whip your head around, observing your surroundings.

          You're in a large clearing. It's familiar to you, in a strange sense. The clearing is surrounded by blooming wisteria trees, casting a violet hue over the ground. On one end of the clearing is a path, defined by stone steps. On the other side there is a pair of children standing in identical haoris, one with black hair and the other with a shocking white. The two children stand in front of a raised platform with a table.

          Inhaling deeply, the floral scent wafts towards you, providing a soothing sensation. Your awe for your surroundings quickly wears out however, as you come to a realization. Hold it. A clearing surrounded by wisteria?
Two children- possibly twins-with black and white hair? Something isn't quite right.. As if hearing your thoughts, the children spoke.

          "Good evening. Tonight, you've come to enter the Demon Slayer Corps' Final Selection. Thank you all for being here."
Huh? Wait- Demon Slayer Corps? Final Selection-? You look down at yourself, not wanting to believe what you're hearing. You aren't wearing average teenager clothes, but rather a black hakama, paired with a dark red baori.

          "Here on Mount Fujikase, there are several demons that have been captured by Demon Slayer swordsmen. They are kept here for this event, and the wisteria blossoms keep them from escaping."

           Ok. Alright, calm down. Surely, this is a dream... right? You can't decide if you want this to be a dream or not. You pinch yourself and your stomach drops. This is no dream, it's very real. Surprisingly, your main worry isn't about dying or finding your way back; you were more concerned about the fact that if you were indeed in Demon Slayer, what breathing style would you use? Would you use an existing one or would you make your own? You don't want to use a stupidly powerful breathing style, but you also want to be somewhat original. Ah- no matter. I suppose I have a whole week to decide.

          You snap out of your thoughts as people push past you and run up stairs that seem to lead further up the mountain. The wisteria trees give way, revealing a forest much more intimidating at night. You hear demons nearby and decide it's best to draw your sword. If you were to get hurt on the first night, you might as well give up.

          Although it's just a plain nichirin sword, there's a small cloud charm dangling from the hilt. For some reason, the charm provides some sort of comfort and reassurance— that everything would be alright.

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          If you had to take an educated guess, you'd say that you've been on the mountain for 5 hours, if not more.
You could tell this because the sun was no longer right above you and the sky was no longer an endless blue void.
Hoping for a few moments of peace later, you choose to walk around and hunt, killing any demons within hearing range, resulting in a significant decrease of screams you hear.

          Oh. maybe-maybe I shouldn't kill all the demons on the first night... You hadn't given yourself the chance to choose a breathing style yet, you realize. They do say 'No better time than the present,' so you make the wise choice of sitting down right on top of an incapacitated demon, weakly hissing and writhing beneath you.

          Placing your hand on your chin, you start thinking. Water breathing sounds like the easiest, but also the most common form... Maybe.. Sound breathing? Nah, that'd be suspicious if I learned a bashira's unique style. A few demon slayers run past you, some sparing you a glance of confusion. Learning Fire breathing would definitely be cool; however, I was hoping for an elegant yet destructive breath.

          You get up from the demon you were sitting on and begin walking around the forest, searching for inspiration. All you could see was trees, dirt, bodies— Blood. You grin to yourself, now overflowing with ideas.

          "Blood breathing... I certainly want to try that." You sigh and continue to wander, searching for an open area to test. You push past bushes and make your way into a clearing. Taking this opportunity to brainstorm and train, you move to the center of the clearing. Whatever first comes to mind, I guess.

          You shrug and unsheath your sword, holding it in front of you. "Blood breathing, first form: Shower." You swing your katana upwards then arc it down and stab. Just before you move to stab, you see your sword leaking a dark red liquid: blood. It wasn't a refined form, but it was definitely a step in the right direction.