You, an dull eyed 16 year old Hashira, stumbled upon a weird phenomenon. Just after Muzan died from the sun, you thought it was finally over. But fate had other plans when you randomly dropped unconscious, forcefully being dragged into another world...
▶ Hello, welcome to my book! This is in fact my second book but the other one isn't finished and probably will never be. So this one is probably the first real book.
I didn't finish the other book is because it got real boring real fast, it was an Akaza!Reader x Bnha. I'm not finishing it because it was hard to stick with the attitude and how he would fit in the plot. But now, I got this one all figured out and I hope you enjoy it.
I'm probably going to delete it.
Please excuse my grammar since English is not my first language, so if I use words incorrectly please kindly correct me.
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M/N background! I won't leave you in the dark with this part.
SPOILERS FOR KNY MANGA BELOW
M/N lived in the Kny world, or the anime world called "Demon Slayer".
Just like, almost, everyone. M/N had no family, his mom and dad died together when he was 13. The ones that took his parents life were slain by no other than Kokushibo, UpperMoon One.
It's not really a sob story. But without your parents made you feel empty, it felt like you weren't alive without them. You were 13 and didn't know how to describe this pain, it tore your insides out and left you divoid of strong emotions.
Kokushibo only done this because they, somehow, walked in on him devouring an elderly man. They both died swiftly in each other's arms, they probably couldn't even process what happened from how fast he killed them.
You were alone ever since. Well... blood related loneliness.
Joining the demon slayer corps, you moved up the ranks swiftly. In just two years, you became a Hashira.
You fully mastered Breath of Corpses. Which will be explained in up coming chapters.
Your haori was half white, half black. Swirls came from the bottom to make smoke patterns. The swirls on the black side were white and the white side had black swirls. It resembled yin and yang or light and death.
The sleeves looked the same. You can pick if the bottom of the sleeve is really loose or fits firmly around your wrists.
You're well built for a 16 year old. (you can be as muscular as you want, but just remember you're a Hashira.)
You were real close to your Hashira peers, even though you wouldn't have admitted it.
Eventually all of them died, either from their mark or from the Upper ranked demons/Muzan.
Though, you got transported into another dimension before you could see Tanjiro turn into a demon. Or the demon king.
Yeah, that's the prologue I guess. For now. Maybe I'll add on further into the story.
I'll put some ideas for the outfit down below.
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^ Imagine this is a longer and a haori (you can keep the sleeves if you'd like). Half of the haori is white with the black patterns.
If you don't want a haori just imagine it as a cape.
Do whatever you want with your buttoned uniform. Any accessory.
White bushy leg accessory (f/c pattern) with white socks. Common sandles with f/c fabric to keep it on your foot.
Your sword can be any color, or a transparent color if you want. A ghoul shaped guard? Yes please.
Please imagine your uniform however you'd like, I'm not gonna discriminate. Just make sure it fits your breathing style just a bit, Breath of Corpses.
That's it!
Oh, yeah! Almost forgot! The song on the very top of the story, Corpse Dance by Kikuo (ft. Hatsune Miku), resembles M/N's breathing style.
