Name is the first born of the Takahashi family. Born into an abusive family of high social status and a beauty with brains and brawn, every man's desire.
What happens when tragedy strikes her family, who is responsible and who are the handsome t...
third person pov, Time had flown by fast and before (name) realized she had her new demon Slayer uniform which was made by the perverted kakushi who sew Mitsuri's uniform. It was revealing, no doubt about that. The half cast slayer didn't like it at first but after trying it on and realizing how sexy she looked, she decided to keep it. Plus, instead of a haori, she wore a brown cloak instead which helped hide her outfit. She was given her estate as promised and absolutely loved it. There were kakushis to tend to her when she needed anything and she felt like she was living her old luxurious life 400+ yrs ago. Name redid her hair like how she used to in the Sengoku era. The only different thing was that she uses a normal sword instead of her whip blade. "Caw caw, I have a message for Name" Kanji told her and landed on the window in Name's room. "What is it?" She asked blandly. "I overheard the flame pillar's crow telling him to go to the Mugen train for his mission. You told me u wanted to help the corps so not a single soul dies, maybe you might hang around in case he needs help?" Kanji explained as Name thought about it. "Thank you Kanji, always inform me about the pillars missions you think they would need my help with" she told him before applying her smokey eye shadow and lipstick.
Name's dress
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Better image of her that I managed to create with the help of Ai since the drawing I made got me roasted a bit
"Which train will he be boarding again?" She questioned Kanji. "The Mugen train" the crow responded. "Most trains leave when the sun sets, judging by the color tones of the sky, I'd say we have 15 minutes till sundown" she said and pondered. "I better hurry then"
Due to her breathing style, Name was able to run nonstop till she got to the train station without breaking a sweat. She purchased a ticket and saw the kamaboko squad boarding as the argued a bit.
Oh dear, I have a very bad feeling. My sixth sense is shaking like crazy! Not that I feel the younger ones are utterly hopeless in case something should go wrong - she thought and boarded the train.
She got a back seat which allowed her to watch every one, including the three slayers and Flame pillar. So far, (name) was bored and decided to philosophize since there was nothing doing.
Name thought about the breathing styles, how Yoriichi managed to create and teach it to others, how it has tremendously aided slaying of demons. Then the most intriguing of all questions came to mind.
How to defeat Muzan? She swore many years ago she'd kill him. Yoriichi managed to get a close kill but missed it.
And how was he able to do that?-she asked herself although she knew the answer.
He was strong, talented, possessed the original and strongest breathing style, that's how he came so close to killing Muzan. Yet, she wondered whether she could do same. Her technique is a derivative of sun and moon breathing, two of the strongest techniques. She doubted the strength of her breath and of herself.
