•Trapped In Kimetsu No Yaiba•

one year later.

started: June 19th

finished: August 12th

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"I'M GOING TO WIN THIS TIME!" I yelled out in pure determination.

"HAHA, THAT'S THE SPIRIT, Y/N, BUT YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO BE FASTER THAN THAT!" Rengoku shouted back before getting low and swiping his sword under my feet, causing me to faceplant straight onto the not-so-soft grass.

"Every time you win... I'm not progressing at all," I muttered into the ground as I still lay face-first. It's been a whole year of training, and I've become stronger than I could ever imagine. I've changed so much in the past year that I don't even recognize myself. I've grown both mentally and physically. It's mind-blowing how much a person can change in just a year.

Suddenly, I felt two strong arms lift me to my feet. That's when I came face-to-face with my mentor, only because he was bending down to my level. He had a bright smile plastered all over his face, and somehow there was not one speck of sweat on any part of him, while I was covered in it from head to toe.

"KIDDO REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD YOU?" he spoke up causing me to smile at his question, of course, I remember, he reminded me every time I felt down or discouraged during my training.

"Set your heart ablaze," I stated proudly earning a rough head pat from him.

"YUP, AND THATS EXACTLY WHAT I SEE YOU DOING Y/N SO DON'T FEEL DISCOURAGED THIS IS A LONG PROCESS AND YOURE DOING GREAT!" Rengoku spoke giving me the motivation I needed to keep on going. I know the basics of using a sword, there are practically engraved into my head, and I've perfected them. Now I'm in the process of perfecting all of the flame-breathing forms. I know 2 of the 6 forms, but I've only perfected one. Hopefully, I'll be able to do this.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Aubrey's pov:

It has been a year since Y/n embarked on her journey, and in a week it will be a year since I began my training. I miss my friends, but I'm ecstatic to see a demon for the first time. Y/n and Sean think I'm insane for that, but I want to make the best out of this fucked situation we are all in.

I have learned a lot, but mastering mist breathing is tough because it is derived from wind breathing. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm struggling with this training. I keep telling myself it's normal to struggle, but I'm starting to think that I am just weak.

My trainer, Muichiro, is a complete asshole. He is insensitive and thinks he's wasting time training me, which makes me feel less capable than ever. But, I know he's innocent and means no harm. Still, we don't get along. Don't tell anyone though, all my friends think I'm doing great and just being my sadistic self.

On top of all of this, I'm worried about Sumire. She won't be at the final selection, and her letters are getting more and more dry. She needs to be able to defend herself like the rest of us. I'm curious about what this weird book has planned for her.

"What's your name again?" said Muichiro, who had just popped out of nowhere. As much as I don't get along with him, I don't get frustrated with his poor memory. I understand his past and how horrible it was.

"It's not Aubrey," I answered. I was sitting in the grass eating lunch, which was uncomfortable because I hate the way grass irritates my skin and gets all over me when I stand up.

"Uhm, then what's your name?"

"It's Aubrey."

"Wai- stop fucking with me."